Douluo Dragon King: Nine-Colored Lotus, Incinerating All Things

Calling him "brother" seems a bit abrupt.

If we consider the internal workings of the Blacksmiths' Association...

Although Lin Jin is already a confirmed fourth-level forging master, this matter should not be publicized.

Currently, only four people are aware of this.

They are Mu Chen's family of three, and him.

Unfortunately, only "he" was used as a substitute.

Tang Wulin was also quick-witted. Upon hearing this, he immediately understood Cen Yue's meaning, gave him a grateful look, and then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Jin.

"I'll be troubling you from now on, Brother Jin."

He didn't think much of it; since he was older than him, he would just call him "brother."

Upon hearing this, Cen Yue looked at Lin Jin.

Lin Jin stepped forward and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder with a smile.

"We'll talk about the future later."

Cen Yue's face immediately broke into a smile, and he gave Lin Jin a grateful look.

The group then went upstairs to conduct a blacksmith level test for Tang Wulin.

Along the way, they happened to meet Mu Xi, who was looking for Lin Jin, and the group gained another person.

Not long after.

The test ended, and the Thousand Satin Silver was laid out before them. Both Cen Yue and Mu Xi were shocked.

Nine years old, a master blacksmith of the third level!

Although it's not as exaggerated as Lin Jin's half-step Spirit Forging, the peak of level four.

But that doesn't change the fact that Tang Wulin is a genius in forging.

And the record of master craftsman Zhenhua has been broken once again.

Cen Yue took a deep breath and finally understood why the arrogant Mang Tian would accept such a junior disciple and value him so much.

After thinking for a moment, he told Tang Wulin to go back first.

Then he first called Mang Tian, ​​exchanged some friendly greetings, and then hung up.

Then she called Mu Chen again.

Upon learning of the situation, Mu Chen fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, Cen Yue finally heard Mu Chen's voice coming from the microphone.

"Cen Yue, do you think it's really because we're getting old?"

"Are all kids these days so unreasonable?"

Cen Yue also remained silent.

A moment later, he betrayed his old friend Mang Tian without hesitation.

"President, none of these things are important."

"The important thing is that, given that old guy Mang Tian's level, it's impossible for him to fully utilize Tang Wulin's talent."

"Although Tang Wulin's talent is not as good as Lin Jin's."

"But he's definitely only worse than Lin Jin."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen's heart stirred.

"What do you mean?"

Cen Yue replied without hesitation:

"President, you know you're teaching one person anyway, so why not take Wu Lin in as well?"

Cen Yue was actually very clear about Mang Tian's personality.

This makes it clear that Mang Tian arranged Tang Wulin in this way because he wanted Tang Wulin to become Mu Chen's disciple.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have given him such a surprise all of a sudden.

Mang Tian was arrogant, but he was actually quite self-aware.

But at the same time, they are also very stubborn.

Since that's the case, why not grant his wish and bear the infamy of being a "backstabber"?

Mu Chen was not familiar with Mang Tian, ​​but he knew exactly what kind of person Cen Yue was.

Therefore, his expression was somewhat strange.

"is this okay?"

"Besides, would they even be willing?"

Cen Yue cursed under his breath, calling himself an old fox, and then said decisively:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Even if I have to tie them up, I will tie Wu Lin to my East China Sea Blacksmith Association!"

Mu Chen sighed softly.

"Alas, Cen Yue, you have done so much for the Blacksmiths' Association, and I feel uneasy about it!"

"You've handled almost all the association's affairs over the years."

"Look, how about I just focus on training my apprentices and you take the position of association president?"

Cen Yue was taken aback, then suddenly cursed angrily:

"roll!"

Chapter 21: Ten injections a day, talent doesn't matter?

The January holiday is over.

Lin Jin's first year of junior high school at Donghai Academy begins.

As a direct student admitted to the junior division of Donghai Academy, and having already clearly demonstrated exceptional talent.

Lin Jin was directly assigned to Class 1 of the first year.

He was not with Tang Wulin and the others.

However, Lin Jin himself didn't care about this at all.

In his original plan, there was never any intention of joining Shrek Academy or anything like that.

All he wants now is for fewer people to bother him.

Just let him focus on his cultivation.

Therefore.

When Ye Yingluo, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, proposed the election of class officers and the like.

Lin Jin sat alone in an inconspicuous corner of the classroom, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He wouldn't do something that would waste his energy and involve scheming against a group of people.

But Ye Yingluo clearly knew some of his information.

At the same time, he is also one of the four second-ring Great Soul Masters in Class One.

Ye Yingluo clearly wouldn't "let him go."

Seeing that he wasn't very enthusiastic about participating, they intentionally or unintentionally drew other people's attention to him.

Therefore, the class monitor was ultimately decided by force.

However, during their previous conversations, the other students in Class One had already learned of the existence of the other three second-ring Great Soul Masters.

They are Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng.

Lin Jin also remembered these three people.

Zhang Yangzi's martial soul is the Dark Illusionary Demon Eagle, a flying type.

Wang Jinxi's martial soul is the Bone Dragon King.

The two possess a martial soul fusion skill and have decent talents.

He also remembered his homeroom teacher, Ye Yingluo.

She is a woman who still harbors resentment more than two years after being rejected by Wu Changkong.

Lin Jin glanced at him indifferently, then looked away calmly.

Again.

He did not resist the challenge.

But he has no interest in taking responsibility or wasting his energy on this.

Then he closed his eyes again.

"Damn, he's such a show-off!"

"Tsk, according to Teacher Ye, Lin Jin is very likely also a second-ring Great Soul Master!"

"If I were a second-ring Grand Soul Master, I'd be even more pretentious than him!"

"That's true, but we can't just ignore the other three like that..."

Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng all frowned as they looked at Lin Jin.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yingluo felt a little itchy to bite.

He's just a boy who's not even ten years old.

How can someone be so Zen-like?