Chapter 18 Otherworldly Tang San's First Dark Weap

　　Old Jack hurriedly smiled and said, "This little brother, we are from Holy Souls Village, and this child is a work-study student sent by our village this year. Do you see, what formalities do we need to go through?" 　　The concierge frowned and said somewhat conspiratorially, "Can a golden phoenix still come out of a grass nest? Someone from a small village also possesses soul power? The academy hasn't had any work-study students for years. You guys can't be imposters." 　　A trace of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still held his tongue and took out the certificate issued by that deacon Su Yuntao of the Palace of Martial Souls last time and handed it to the concierge. 　　The concierge took the certificate and looked up and down, "Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? And innate full soul power? Funny, that's really a slip of the tongue. I've been working as a concierge at the academy for four years now, and I've never heard of a student with innate full soul power, this kid's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and it can still be full soul power? I see, this certificate from the Martial Soul Hall must be a forgery from you." 　　"You ...... "Even if Jack's temper is good, at this time, he has already been somewhat unable to endure, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, you wait, I'll go find the deacon lord of the Martial Soul Branch Temple to go. Little Three, let's go." Saying that, Jack brought Tang San and turned around to walk towards the city. 　　The proof of the Martial Soul Branch Hall naturally couldn't be fake, that concierge also knew about it, however, people who came to send new students would usually mean more or less, especially civilian families. The so-called Yama is good, but the little ghosts are difficult to deal with is this truth. 　　Old Jack came from the countryside, although it is a village chief, but how to understand these ways. 　　The concierge's heart is more or less a little uneasy, if the people of the Palace of Martial Souls really came, it is not something he can afford, of course, he also believes that the people of the Palace of Martial Souls will never come to the academy to question for the sake of so two country bumpkins. 　　Heart depressed, mouth words naturally good can not listen, "also holy soul village, I see beggar village is more or less." 　　"What did you say?" Old Jack violently turned around, the words of the concierge can be said to have touched the greatest pride in his heart, when he was able to turn his face with Tang Hao because of this, at this time this concierge was even more outside the village, more unbearable to him. In a few steps, he walked back, glaring angrily at the concierge. 　　The concierge was startled by the imposing old Jack and couldn't help but take a step back, but he quickly reacted and cursed himself in his heart, it's just an old man, what's so scary about it. 　　"What? Unconvinced ah, I said you are from the beggar village, is it wrong? You look at this little poor man, body clothes are full of patches. Let's see, you guys better find a place to beg. Our Nordin Academy is not a good house. Get lost, get lost." 　　While saying this, the concierge raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, about to drive the two away. 　　Just when old Jack was furious, suddenly, there was a skinny figure between the two people, also raised his left arm, his small delicate hand barely reached the concierge's hand, his left hand exerted force to the right, and immediately pushed the concierge's left hand to swing away, at the same time, that skinny figure's right foot quickly stepped forward, the palm of the foot just stepped on the back of the concierge's left foot, at the same time, his right hand was raised, and together with his left hand he clamped down on the concierge's hand downwards. 　　Originally this palm was supposed to cut at the bend of the opponent's left arm, making it unable to exert force, but the person who was casting it was really short, so he could only withhold the concierge's wrist as well, and his movements were extremely fast, his body leaning forward at the same time, and his hands pushed forward at the same time as he threw off the concierge's left hand. It was pushed right at the small of the concierge's abdomen. 　　There was an extra foot behind the concierge's left foot, and even though that foot wasn't big, it was already enough to accomplish the effect he deserved, with the force on his lower abdomen and the mixing of his feet, he only heard an ordinary thud, and the concierge had already sat down on the ground. 　　"Junior, you ......" Jack looked dazedly at the person who was in front of him. 　　The one who struck out was precisely Tang San, the style he used was not even a Tang Sect masterpiece, it was merely the simplest style of pushing the window and looking at the moon in the martial arts in that world he was originally from, of course, from his stature to perform, naturally, it was going to be deformed. Not only was he unable to cut his opponent's arm, the hand that was originally supposed to push on his opponent's chest also pushed on his belly, of course, the result was the same. 　　Although Tang Trio wasn't big, his strength was definitely not small. These months of hammering weren't swung for nothing, even without using Xuan Tian Gong, they still put down the concierge at once. 　　"Brat, you seek death." How humiliating to be pushed down by a child, the concierge, in a rush of anger, got up from the ground and was about to charge at Tang San. 　　"Alright, stop it." Right at this moment, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out, stopping the concierge's movements. 　　The concierge first froze for a moment, immediately afterward, his face full of anger instantly transformed into flattery, the rapidity of the change was unimaginable, nodding his head at the visitor, "Grandmaster, you're back." 　　Tang San twisted his head to look, between them a man of medium stature, slightly on the thin side had already arrived by their side at some unknown time. From the looks of it, this man was about forty or fifty years old, short black hair parted in threes and sevens, his appearance was very ordinary, his hands were behind his back, but there was a special kind of temperament on his body, with a few moments of laziness and disheveledness between the opening and closing of his eyes. 　　The 'Master' just slanted a glance at the concierge and paid no attention to him, saying to Old Jack: "Old sir, can you show me the proof of the Martial Soul Hall?" 　　Old Jack was after all a village headman from the village, he still knew how to read people's words, from the expression of the concierge, he could tell that the middle-aged man in front of him definitely did not have a low status in the academy, not to mention there was also that title of Master there. Hurriedly handed over the certificate in his hand. 　　The Grandmaster looked at the proof, his gaze then shifted to Tang San, looking him up and down a few times, for some reason, although the Grandmaster's gaze wasn't sharp, Tang San had a feeling of being seen through and through. 　　"Proof is really right, old sir, I apologize on behalf of the academy for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."