Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is Golden Light, all I want is more money.

Chapter 20 Tang San, the Isolated Simp

The seven members of the Royal Fighting Team, dressed in magnificent attire, slowly entered the venue under the solemn gazes of all the spectators.

Compared to the Heavenly Dou Empire's impressive lineup, the introductions of the other teams were relatively more relaxed and cheerful.

"Next up, please welcome the Tianshui team!"

The moment the host DouDou's voice fell.

Seven tall girls, each with a unique appearance, wearing blue short skirts, slowly leaped down from a nearby platform.

Just like a girl group making their entrance, melodious music began to play.

The seven stunningly beautiful girls swayed their graceful waists to the music.

The audience erupted in cheers, thunderous applause raining down, the resounding sound seemingly capable of lifting the clouds.

Many people even shouted, "Miss Shui Bing'er, I love you!"

Such statements are countless.

This infuriated Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting in the audience: "Vulgar, utterly vulgar! Why didn't anyone applaud when we came on stage?"

Ning Rongrong glared at him, annoyed. "Then why aren't you going in? Why are you still watching from here?"

"What do you know? I'm conducting this research with a critical eye. I want to see what makes them so popular."

Zhang Zhiwei stared intently at the long, gleaming legs on the stage, and spoke with righteous indignation.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong instantly laughed in anger and said coldly, "Pah! Lust is lust. Someone like you who can talk about lust in such a refined and elegant way is truly one of a kind."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand: "You little short-legged thing, get out of here. What do you know? I call this knowing yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. They are our opponents later."

"Really?" Ning Rongrong looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang Zhiwei spread his hands, his face sincere: "Would I, Zhang Zhiwei, lie to you?"

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but looking into his sincere eyes, could it be that she had really misunderstood him?

"Okay, I'll reluctantly believe you."

It should be known that monks never lie.

"It's Zhang Zhiwei who can become a monk, what does that have to do with me, Qin Feng?"

Zhang Zhiwei silently added a sentence in his mind.

At this moment, Meng Yiran walked over quickly and urged, "Senior Brother, the competition is about to start, hurry up."

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Zhang Zhiwei responded with a single sentence and then walked towards the venue.

The group arrived at the venue shortly after.

The more than ten participating teams are also ready and in place.

Compared to the other academies' uniform seven-person teams, the beast team here seemed rather lonely.

Only Zhang Zhiwei, Meng Yiran, and Ning Rongrong stood out from the crowd, drawing glances from those around them.

Meng Shu was also quite troubled by this.

It's not that we don't want to recruit more people, it's just that the strength within the Beast Academy is uneven. There aren't even many Soul Masters, and there are quite a few White Rings who are just experience packs when they come up.

So Meng Shu simply didn't let them go.

At the same time, three figures appeared on the observation deck atop the high platform.

The leader, holding an imposing scepter, possessed a refined and gentle demeanor; he was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Beside him followed a 2-meter-tall, gaunt old man, Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo.

The last one was the pot-bellied King Barak.

King Barak boasted proudly, "Sect Leader Ning, how did my Soul Master Exchange Tournament go?"

"If the king thinks it's good, then it's naturally excellent."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and gave a fair answer.

The atmosphere surrounding Barak's struggle with the heavens is clearly somewhat delicate.

As a successful businessman with a keen sense of smell, Ning Fengzhi would not make bets lightly.

Furthermore, he did not believe that a kingdom could contend with the Heavenly Dou Empire based solely on a single exchange competition.

The final outcome of this matter will undoubtedly be that the Barak Kingdom will back down and continue to be a pawn of the Tiandou Empire.

Gu Rong suddenly patted Ning Fengzhi's shoulder in surprise: "Fengzhi, what's Rongrong doing there? Didn't you say she went to that dung beetle academy?"

Ning Fengzhi looked in the direction the ancient banyan tree pointed, and saw a girl in a light blue dress on the stage, idly tossing her chestnut hair.

Ning Fengzhi smiled wryly and said, "Uncle Gu, it's Shrek Academy. As for why Rongrong is at the Beast Academy, I don't know either."

"Then I have to go and bring her back. This is a battle spirit master competition. She's just being reckless. What if she gets hurt?"

Gu Rong frowned, looking very worried.

Ning Fengzhi looked around, his gaze finally settling on Zhang Zhiwei, and he said in a deep voice, "..."

"Uncle Gu, please listen to me this time. Rongrong has been spoiled by you all in the sect. Since she was willing to join this academy this time, she must have suffered some hardships."

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"And to be honest, I can't figure out that tall young man. With him around, Rongrong's safety shouldn't be a problem."

Gu Rong was furious, but what could he do? Even the man's own father was acting like this.

He could only sulk in silence, secretly thinking, "If anyone dares to hurt Rongrong, I'll personally visit each and every one of them on stage later!"

……

at the same time.

Outside the royal city of Barak.

Flander arrived late, flying through the air with six students.

As for why they were late, one could understand by looking at Tang San and the others panting heavily.

When Flanders went to show his identity to the city gate guard.

Xiao Wu was drenched in sweat, her delicate white hands waving incessantly in an attempt to fan herself and cool off. Finally, she couldn't help but complain bitterly:

"Tang San, what kind of crappy academy is your teacher talking about? We traveled all the way here to study, and the tuition is 100 gold coins. It's over 200 kilometers away, and this stingy dean won't even pay for the carriage."

Tang San looked somewhat embarrassed, torn between his teacher and his goddess.

"Xiao Wu, just bear with it for now. Since the teacher has said it, there must be a reason."

Tang San hadn't expected that Flander wouldn't even call a carriage for such a long journey.

Xiao Wu, hands on her hips, said angrily, "I don't care, I'm going to drop out of school later."

Tang San was anxious for a moment, then quickly assured her, "Xiao Wu, don't drop out of school. I'll call a carriage for you when we go back."

Seemingly worried that this might be inappropriate, he added, "You and Zhu Qing can ride in the carriage, while Mu Bai and I will run. That way, we can get some exercise too."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's cold face softened slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile. The unease in her heart lessened a bit, and she forced a smile, saying, "That's more like it."

When Tang San saw Xiao Wu's smile as she turned around, his heart almost melted, and he stared at Xiao Wu's pretty profile.

Little did they know, this was the scene they were about to witness.

All of them were seen through by Dai Mubai and the other two.

Dai Mubai muttered angrily under his breath, "That damned Tang San, he really deserves to die!"

Ma Hongjun muttered under his breath, "He values ​​women over friends, Dai Laoda! This man is not worth befriending!"

Oscar wholeheartedly agreed, saying he had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this brazen.

Anyone can see that Xiao Wu doesn't even want to talk to you, but you, Tang San, are like a dog, rushing to fawn over her.

These past few days have been incredibly annoying to them.

(End of this chapter)