Chapter 7 The Master Accepts Disciples
The next day, the sun slowly rose.

An endless stream of students poured out of the dormitory building and headed to the cafeteria.

Today is the official opening day of the college. Soon, the dean will give a speech on the playground.

At this time, Xiao Xian had already gotten up.

He stood in the corner of the back hill outside the back door of Nottingham College.

"This way, and then this way..."

Xiao Xian closed his eyes, his clothes fluttering and sticking to him from time to time.

The intermittent sound of wind makes the slowly falling leaves spin continuously in the air.

After a long time, Xiao Xian opened his eyes and showed a hint of joy.

Open your palms and wave your hands casually, and the breeze will condense into a line.

call out--!
A small stone on the ground was sucked up!
It fell into the palm of your hand very quickly.

Subsequently.

call out--!
Xiao Xian swung his arm quickly, and the stone in his palm was thrown out at an extremely fast speed.

It flew straight at first, and when it was about to hit a small tree, it shook slightly, mysteriously made a small arc, and hit the trunk of another large tree behind the small tree.

Suddenly, bang!

The bark splashed!

Xiao Xian glanced indifferently at the tree trunk more than ten meters away, then turned and left.

But the curve at the corners of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed showed his current mood.

While walking towards the college, Xiao Xian recalled what he had just gained.

"The power of the suction palm has been increased by at least 30%. It has stronger directionality, a longer range, and greater force."

"I have also made significant progress in the stone throwing that I usually practice."

"This is only 30% to 40% of the first level of Xuantian Gong, and the harvest from one or two hours last night..."

Thinking of this, Xiao Xian couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The development of soul power in this world is really too crude.

Just by obtaining a few superficial things from Tang San, he had achieved such an improvement.

"..."

After returning to Notting College and having breakfast in the master's dormitory, Xiao Xian went to attend the opening ceremony.

In fact, he didn't have to go. After all, he had the master's relationship, so it was not a bad thing for him to be a "privileged class".

But, the dean of Notting College was, after all, the benefactor who helped him obtain his first spirit ring.

This bit of face still needs to be given.

Soon, the opening ceremony ended.

On the playground, the students who had wandering and bored eyes suddenly became excited, chattering and scattered in groups of three or five.

Xiao Xian greeted the dean from a distance.

The other person was a middle-aged man wearing a long robe, with a slightly protruding chin, but a handsome face. He gave Xiao Xian a gentle smile and left.

There is no class today.

All time is completely free to arrange.

Tang San mingled among the crowd of working students and asked in a low voice if there was any blacksmith shop near the college.

After all, his father asked him to find a blacksmith shop to support himself.

He was indeed short of money.

Not to mention that the quilt was borrowed, on top of that we didn’t even have money for food.

Xiao Xian heard a word or two from afar. When passing by, Wang Sheng, Tang San and others greeted him, and he responded with a gentle smile.

Extra gentle.

The smell of sunlight spores on Tang San became stronger.

The sunspores can last for at least three days without taking any effect.

Three days were enough for him to obtain the first level of Xuantian Gong.

However, in the distance, Xiao Chenyu folded his arms and snorted coldly at this side as if he was unhappy.

Xiao Xian glanced at him and ignored him.

"..."

All the way back to the Master's Quarters.

There were several piles of thick books in front of the master, and there were also many books placed messily on the two large bookshelves against the wall.

But at this time.

The master was constantly organizing, and all the books were quickly put back in place, completely different from the previous time when he was frantically searching for information.

As early as during the meal, the master told him that he already had some ideas about his second spirit ring, but he needed more information to confirm it and then discuss it with him.

Xiao Xian has no objection.

As usual, it was a short theoretical study.

At the same time, Xiao Xian released Xiao Jue early, letting it climb to the roof by itself, holding a cushion in its mouth, and finding a quiet place to meditate in the sun.

After finishing the theoretical study, Xiao Xian began to meditate without any rest or free time.

The innate half-level soul power talent is always like a sword hanging over your head.

Time always passes quickly.

It's lunch time again.

The master returned to the dormitory with lunch as usual, but there was a strange excitement on his stiff face.

Xiao Xian ended his meditation, opened his eyes, saw the master's expression, and instantly realized something.

really.

Without waiting for him to ask.

The master put the lunch on the table, his eyes flashing with burning light, and took the initiative to say: "Xiao Xian, do you know that this year there is a new student named Tang San, whose martial soul is blue silver grass, but he is actually innate full soul power!"

"You have to know that I have investigated six hundred and forty-seven..."

"And the Blue Silver Grass will not mutate. No other martial spirit can mutate with it..."

"..."

"The Blue Silver Grass is so weak that it is impossible for it to bring strong soul power, but he has innate full soul power. Do you know what this means?"

After a long speech, the master seemed to ask Xiao Xian a little excitedly, or he seemed to be talking to himself.

Xiao Xian certainly knew the fallacy of the master's theory, but he had no intention of exposing it.

He just followed the master's excited expression, and while he seemed to be thinking frantically, a look of shock gradually appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Xian seemed to be mumbling unconsciously: "So what you mean, teacher... could it be that... Tang San... has another powerful martial spirit?! He has a twin martial spirit?!"

A hint of astonishment and surprise instantly appeared in the master's burning eyes.

Then came relief.

Unprecedented relief!
Obviously, his disciple's answer was far beyond his expectations!

"That's right!"

The master instantly affirmed Xiao Xian's bold idea.

"So, teacher, what do you think about letting Tang San become my junior apprentice?"

"After all, these are twin martial spirits!"

"..."

Looking at the master's back as he hurriedly left.

Xiao Xian's expression remained unchanged. He just gently stretched out his hand. A suction force first came out from his palm, and then a hurricane surged out.

After the door was pulled into place, it was blown shut quickly by the hurricane.

It's just the moment when it's about to come together.

Xiao Xian pulled his palm back, and the hurricane force instantly turned into suction. The door stopped suddenly, and then was pulled open again.

"Blowing Fire Palm, it's almost done."

Xiao Xian had a blank expression on his face as he silently suppressed the somewhat disordered soul power in his body.

It is still a bit difficult to switch quickly between the suction palm and the fire blowing palm.

After calling Xiaojue and eating the still warm lunch on the table together, Xiao Xian closed his eyes and began to meditate as usual.

What happened to Tang San was unexpected, but also reasonable.

After all, a person with innate full soul power and blue silver grass appeared in the academy, and everyone would not be able to help but discuss it.

The master knew it was only a matter of time.

The only trouble is.

The first level of Xuantian Gong.

He hasn't quite learned it yet.

After Tang San obtained his first soul ring, Xuan Tian Gong became the second level.

"I originally planned to wait until Tang San was practicing tonight, and then do it in one go..."

"The distance... is two dormitories, it's still too far... closer."

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(End of this chapter)