Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

Tang San was playing with the hidden weapon in his hand. He naturally knew something about this thing. He had seen it in the memory fragments of the soul guide. He had practiced it for a period of time before, but later he gave up because he felt it was useless.

"Hidden weapons should be aimed at the blind spots. You should have aimed at my eyes. People who are too kind are not suitable for practicing hidden weapons." Tang San smiled slightly.

"You, you, you, what are you doing!"

With a whoosh, Tang San shot the flying knife in his hand towards Meng Yiran's eyes. The flying knife cut off a few strands of her hair and stuck steadily into the ground. The flying knife was only a hair's breadth away from her eyeballs.

Tang San squatted down, grabbed Meng Yiran's neck, and slowly lifted her up like a chicken. Meng Yiran struggled and her two snow-white lips hit Tang San's arm.

"Who dares to say he is invincible? Even my father doesn't dare to say that he is invincible at the same level. You just have an external soul bone of a thousand years old. Do you think you are invincible?" Tang San smiled coldly. Even if it is an external soul bone, it depends on the level. How can a thousand-year-old external soul bone be invincible?

And you can have soul bones but others can’t?

Meng Yiran is a three-ring soul master. Her external soul bone is only two thousand years old at most. Even if she has a ten thousand year soul bone, she would not dare to say that she is invincible.

However, Tang San also admitted that Meng Yiran was indeed quite powerful and knew some basic knowledge of hidden weapons. If Tai Long faced him, he would probably be defeated miserably.

After a quick glance, Tang San casually tossed the exhausted Meng Yiran out of the arena. Then, looking at the four older Soul Masters below, he said with a smile, "Who else wants a fight? Come up, I'll take them all."

For a moment, the field was silent and no one dared to fight.

For ordinary soul masters, having a thousand-year soul bone is already a great blessing. The advantage of having one more thousand-year soul bone among the same level is extremely huge, not to mention that it is an external soul bone.

Now, this soul master who possessed an external soul bone was knocked to the side of the road by another soul master of the same level, and the opponent seemed to have not yet exerted his full strength and did not even breathe a breath.

The four older Soul Sect members in the audience looked at each other, and no one dared to fight.

This really cannot be blamed on them. After all, as Meng Yiran said, they are here to make a living and just hope to join the main hall of the Spirit Hall after graduation and get good treatment. In fact, if they were really strong, they would have joined the Spirit Academy long ago. Why would they wait until now to rely on their level to suppress others?

They also knew that it was impossible for Soul Masters like themselves to defeat Tang San who possessed the Clear Sky Hammer. The four of them shook their heads and said that they could not win at all.

Seeing that everyone else present had given up, Qian Renxue announced in a cold voice, "The Main Academy Promotion Competition is over. First place goes to Tang San, and second place goes to Meng Yiran."

Faced with the announcement of Saint Qian Renxue, no one present had any objection. Even though Meng Yiran lost to Tang San, the other Soul Masters did not even have the courage to challenge Tang San. Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye could see that what the Spirit Academy really needed were young Soul Masters like Meng Yiran and Tang San.

Qian Renxue looked at Tang San deeply, then turned and left.

"The Third Young Master is awesome! The Third Young Master is awesome!!" Tyrone endured the pain and jumped up, yelling and clapping. Although this was something that had been expected, Tyrone still felt very happy.

Tang San gave Tai Long a thumbs up. After all, without Tai Long, Tang San would not have won so easily.

The much anticipated battle for the main academy promotion spot was finally won by Tang San's almost overwhelming strength. Then he went back to have lunch and took a nice nap.

Tang San went to sleep soundly, but the entire Wuhun City was still immersed in the fierce battle before, especially the match between Meng Yiran and Tang San, which made many people amazed.

Meng Yiran's three soul soul masters plus the external soul bones made her almost unbeatable below the Soul Sect. However, no one could have imagined that with such strength and configuration, she was ultimately defeated miserably by Tang San and had almost no ability to fight back.

This result could only make people sigh inwardly, and even rumors of "the unfairness of heaven" began to spread in the city, believing that people with powerful martial spirits were destined to be powerful, and those with weak martial spirits were destined to be weak.

After winning the first place, Tang San did not enter the Wuhun Academy immediately, because the official enrollment time was a week later. Tang San was very low-key during this week, living in seclusion in the Haotian Sect's industry, practicing, eating and sleeping every day.

A week goes by quickly.

"Third Young Master." Early in the morning, Tai Long knocked on Tang San's door, because this morning was the day they officially started school.

Tyrone was also excited. It was his first time to study in college, and he didn't know what college life was like.

With a click, Tang San, dressed neatly, pushed the door open and walked out, nodding and saying, "Let's go."

This was not Tang San's first time at the Spirit Academy. He followed the same route to the academy gate and found that Dean Zhong Wei was already waiting at the gate.

"Student Tang San, student Tai Long, this is your student ID card, and also the key to your dormitory door. Please keep it well." Zhong Wei took out two tokens, which looked very much like the Pope's decree.

Tang San took the token, nodded and said, "Thank you, Dean."

"Go walk around the academy first and get acquainted with your classmates. You're a very famous person." Zhong Wei patted Tang San's shoulder and joked.

Hearing this, Tang San just smiled faintly. He was used to this kind of influential person stirring up trouble wherever he went in the Haotian Sect.

This time, Tang San did not go towards the Angel Gate, but walked directly inside along the main road of the academy.

When Tang San and Tai Long entered the huge gate of the Wuhun Academy, a road several dozen meters wide appeared. Exquisite carriages were driving on it. In front of Tang San and the others, there were human figures everywhere. Looking ahead, they saw a majestic and magnificent scene.

Before my eyes was a vast land with no end in sight. Huge cultivation pavilions appeared one after another, with mountains crisscrossing and waterfalls occasionally cascading down. Amidst the lush greenery, there was a magnificent scene.

"Wow, Third Young Master, the interior of this Wuhun Academy is so exaggerated. It seems like we have walked into another world." Tai Long was completely shocked by the scene before him.

In some simulated training fields, human figures were flying, and powerful soul powers were colliding, causing low sounds to rise and fall.

Tang San and his companions were promoted to the main academy, but there were already many students in the academy. Only soul masters from outside like Tang San needed to take exams. If they were already in Wuhun City, or their parents were clergymen of the Wuhun Hall, they could be directly admitted.

Not long after Tang San and his companions entered the Spirit Academy, they saw a huge spirit guide blocking the middle of the road.

I saw a golden light shining on the top of the soul guide, which gathered into five magnificent light words: Elite Soul Master List!

"This Elite Soul Master List is a list created by the Wuhun Academy for its students. Only students on the list are eligible to participate in the Continental Elite Soul Master Competition." A faint voice came from the side. Tang San turned around and saw Qian Renxue coming to his side, also staring at the soul guide list.

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Chapter 84 Freckles

Hearing the voice, Tang San turned his head and saw that it was none other than the Spirit Hall's Saintess Qian Renxue, but now she was in the disguised appearance he had seen in the small clinic. Her face was covered with freckles, her skin was somewhat dark, and she wore a pair of round myopic glasses. Even her voice had changed.

Tang San's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said calmly: "It's you, Little Freckles."

!!!

Hearing Tang San's address to her, Qian Renxue's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. Although this disguise was her own choice, she never expected that one day she would be attacked by someone because of her appearance!

She, Qian Renxue, was attacked because of her appearance!

Qian Renxue glanced at Tang San and said, "Don't you know that criticizing others' appearance is not a good thing?"

Tang San smiled and said, "Sorry, little Freckles, I don't know your name."

Qian Renxue said calmly, "My name is Ye Ruxue."

"Like snow?" Tang San's face showed exaggerated surprise. He pretended to know nothing. After looking her up and down, he asked, "How is it like snow? Do the freckles look like snow?"

Qian Renxue's eyelids twitched violently, her teeth clenched, and she said with a hint of anger, "Hey, Tang San, even if you're the most popular person right now and got into the main courtyard first, I'm still your senior after all. Shouldn't you show some respect?"

Seeing Qian Renxue's somewhat angry tone, Tang San was also a little strange, because Qian Renxue in front of others was very cold and upright, just like an impartial law enforcer.

Tang San thought to himself: "Perhaps when a person puts on a mask, he is taking it off."

Tai Long, standing by, had no idea that the freckled girl, Ye Ruxue, was actually Saint Qian Renxue. He asked in confusion, "Are you a student from the main academy?"

Ye Ruxue shook her head and pointed to a spot in the middle of the Elite Spirit Master Ranking. Tang San and Tai Long looked in that direction and saw the following words written on the list: [Level 40 Spirit Master, Ye Ruxue, ranked tenth.]

Tang San was not surprised at all that Qian Renxue was on the list. After all, she was a contemporary saint and a Soul Emperor with a Soul Power of Level 60. However, the list stated that her Soul Power was Level 40.

Tang San quickly understood, thinking, "So that's how it is. This is some special method used by the Spirit Hall to suppress spirit power. Reducing spirit power by twenty levels, does that mean subtracting ten levels of spirit power from the innate full spirit power and the ten levels of spirit power granted by the Seraphim Spirit Awakening Ceremony? As expected of an angel god whose faith symbolizes light and justice, he is truly upright. He doesn't count the spirit power given at birth, only the spirit power gained through hard work."

"You're ranked tenth!"

Ye Ruxue explained, "The Continental Elite Soul Master Competition will be held in less than three years. If you want to represent the Spirit Academy, you must at least be ranked in the top ten. Generally, there are seven competitors and three reserve players."

After hearing Qian Renxue's introduction, Tang San and Tai Long both looked towards the top of the list, wanting to see who were the top three.

"First place, level 49 Soul Sect, Xie Yue. Second place, level 49 Soul Sect, Yan. Third place, level 48 Soul Sect, Hu Liena."

Qian Renxue said, "The three of them are currently the strongest and fastest-growing soul masters in the Wuhun Academy. They are even called the Golden Generation by the Pope. Especially Xie Yue, who is ranked first. He can already create his own soul skills and is very powerful."

Hearing about the self-created spirit skills, even Tang San frowned and said, "The power of self-created spirit skills is extraordinary. Even if the power of this spirit skill is only equivalent to the level of a five thousand year spirit skill, the power it unleashes could probably reach the ten thousand year level."

Tang San himself has practiced the inherited soul skills of the Haotian Sect, so he knows the power of self-created soul skills.

Just like the saying that martial soul fusion skills have a degree of compatibility, different compatibility will have completely different power, and the higher the compatibility, the greater the power of the fusion skill. The same is true for soul skills. If you practice someone else's soul skill and create your own soul skill, even if it is the same soul skill, the power will be completely different.

For example, the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique of the Haotian Sect, even if it can be cultivated to the realm of Jiujiu Guiyi, is divided into three levels: minor success, major success, and perfection. However, there is one level above perfection, and that is the founder. No one's soul skills can compare to the founder's.

Qian Renxue also gave him a high evaluation, nodding and saying, "Well, at only seventeen years old, he has a soul power of level 49 and the ability to fight against opponents of higher levels. It is indeed remarkable. He is indeed qualified to be ranked first."

Qian Renxue then looked at Tang San and said with a faint smile, "Xie Yue's talent is not inferior to yours, the son of Clear Sky Douluo."

Tai Long, standing by, was not happy. He stood up and said, "Hmph, never mind the evil month or the first month. The Third Young Master is the best in the world. He's only been practicing five years ahead of us. Five years, no, three years, the Third Young Master will definitely surpass him."

"The position of the top brother on the list can only be our Third Young Master Tang!"

Tang San had no interest in this kind of verbal dispute, but he was very happy to hear that Xie Yue was quite powerful. After all, he came here to find a powerful opponent to train himself.

Being invincible is very lonely.

Tang San glanced at Qian Renxue and asked vaguely, "That's not right. I heard that the Saint Lady is the strongest among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall, and even possesses the legendary six-winged angel spirit. Why is the name of the Saint Lady Qian Renxue not here?"

Tang San deliberately emphasized the words "Saint Lady". Of course, Qian Renxue had no idea that her disguise had already been seen through. Without the slightest suspicion, she stammered, "Well, Saint Lady is so busy with all sorts of things, how could she have the time to come to the academy, let alone come for the rankings?"

Qian Renxue's voice grew quieter as she spoke, feeling slightly guilty. It was a rare opportunity for her to take a moment out of the hectic divine exams; she felt like she was on holiday after the exams.

After chatting for a few words, Tang San waved goodbye to Qian Renxue and said, "Little Freckles, you have to work hard on your training too. If I get into the top ten, I'll push you down."

"Don't call me Little Freckles!" Looking at Tang San's back as he left, Qian Renxue didn't know whether to be angry or amused, and said: "Tang San, the son of Clear Sky Douluo, idiot."

Tang San and Tai Long continued walking along the avenue into the academy. The student dormitory was at the innermost part of the academy.

Tang San was a little surprised when he arrived at the student dormitory of the main courtyard, because each student of the main courtyard actually had a small two-story building, which was divided into a training area on the first floor and a rest area on the second floor.

"You are the promoted freshmen of the Wuhun Main College, right? If you walk to the left, you will find the freshman area. The number of your residence is marked on your student ID card." said the dormitory manager.

Tang San and Tai Long took a look at the tokens in their hands. There was a 10 written on the lower right corner of Tai Long's token, while Tang San's was 1.

Tai Long said, "Third Young Master, it seems that according to the ranking when we were promoted, I am the outermost one, and your house is the innermost one."

Tang San frowned and realized that things were not simple.

"According to the ranking? Then the one who lives next to me is the one!?"

Chapter 85 From the Ancient Tang Sect

If the houses are allocated according to ranking, if he is first, then the one next to him must be second!

As expected, when Tang San was halfway there and saw his residence, he saw a short-haired figure leaning against the gate, waiting with her arms folded.

After a week of treatment, Meng Yiran's injuries naturally healed. She looked very heroic in a black backless short top. However, there was no other way. Her Eight Spider Lances had to come out from her back, so she had to wear a backless top. If her clothes were torn, it would be embarrassing.

Seeing Tang San appear, Meng Yiran, who had been waiting for him, called out, "Tang San."

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Tang San sighed inwardly and asked, "You don't want revenge, do you? I suggest you just forget it. Even if I give it to you ten thousand times, you won't be able to defeat me."

Hearing Tang San's irritating words, Meng Yiran was really furious. The two white patches on her chest began to rise and fall, but she had no way to refute it. After all, she really couldn't beat Tang San.

"Just because I, Meng Yiran, can't beat you today doesn't mean I can't beat you in the future. Thirty"