Yu Xiaogang was very happy to accept Tang San as his disciple, and turned to look at Wang Feng.
The meaning is obvious.
Tang San is so sensible, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to acknowledge your father?
When Wang Feng saw the green-headed Yu Xiaogang looking at him, he suppressed a smile and turned his head.
It is absolutely impossible for him to kneel down and recognize Yu Xiaogang as his father.
What's more, looking at the green-headed Yu Xiaogang now, he was afraid that he would burst into laughter.
When the master saw this, he frowned slightly. Although Wang Feng refused to imitate Tang San and kowtow, it didn't matter.
But what do you mean when you turn your head? You also make a weird laugh from time to time.
What Wang Feng was doing now made him couldn't help but compare Wang Feng with Tang San. No matter how he compared, obedient Tang San was much better than him.
"So my guess is correct. Xiaosan, you are a twin martial spirit, and Wang Feng, you are a mutated martial spirit."
Although Wang Feng did not immediately accept him as his teacher, he did not hold on to him, but spoke gently.
As for Wang Feng, this mutated martial soul with innate soul power, he naturally wanted to accept him as his disciple. After all, there would always be surprises when testing his theories. Accepting one more person as his disciple would provide him with more protection.
"Yes, teacher."
Tang San now worships the master as his disciple, and is convinced by the knowledge he just showed, so naturally he doesn't have any reservations.
As he said this, Tang San looked at the teacher's head again and found that it was still green. He couldn't help but think: Why did the teacher's hair, which was black just now, turn green after he became his disciple? Could it really be the teacher's hair?
Where is the spirit of martial arts? However, the teacher’s green hair is also pretty good-looking. He looks much more energetic than before.
"Master, I am not a mutated martial spirit. This martial spirit of mine is a useless martial spirit." Seeing Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng shook his head and said.
Now Wang Feng felt a little disappointed. He thought he could use Yu Xiaogang to test the green source ability, but who knew it would only make his hair turn green without any other effect.
It seems that the great effect of this green source will not be tested for a while.
"What, it's not a mutated martial spirit? How is this possible?"
Hearing Wang Feng's words, Yu Xiaogang suddenly exclaimed.
According to his theory, Wang Feng is the mutated martial soul. How could it not be the case?
Then, Yu Xiaogang thought of something and applauded: "Wang Feng, don't worry. As your teacher, I will naturally not do anything bad to you."
Some students are afraid that teachers will be unfavorable to students and like to hide their clumsiness. Yu Xiaogang also understands.
"No, I really am not a mutated martial soul. Everyone in the Wuhun Palace said that my martial soul is a useless martial soul. They also said that I am destined not to become a soul master and will be a waste for the rest of my life."
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Wang Feng sighed.
"There are no useless martial arts spirits, only useless soul masters."
Yu Xiaogang said something showy, then picked up Wang Feng's report and started reading it.
Anyone who believes this is a fool.
He still can't break through level 30. Doesn't that mean he is a waste? Wang Feng complained in his heart.
"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters!!" Tang San on the side, unlike Wang Feng, chewed these words carefully and looked at the master in surprise again. He had indeed worshiped the right master. He had such an opinion.
, it seems that the teacher he worshiped is also a strong man. Could it be the legendary strong soul saint? Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Martial spirit, green light, innate soul power, my theory is absolutely correct, summon your martial spirit and let me take a look."
Yu Xiaogang believed that his theory was correct. He wanted to see if Wang Feng's martial spirit had really mutated. If not, he would have to consider whether to accept Wang Feng as his disciple.
"Green light, green light, so green that I panic."
Since Yu Xiaogang wanted to slap him in the face, Wang Feng would not refuse and directly summoned his martial spirit. However, this spell made him feel helpless.
A seemingly weak but actually unfathomable green light appeared in Wang Feng's hand.
"Well, is it really just a green light with no mutation?"
"But I have never seen a top-notch martial spirit like Green Light? How can he be born with full soul power?"
"Master, I'm not lying to you, my martial spirit really hasn't mutated."
Wang Feng's words made Yu Xiaogang feel a little embarrassed. He checked again and again and found that his martial spirit really had not mutated.
Tang San looked at the slightly embarrassed master and didn't care much. After all, everyone stumbles and horses stumble.
What surprised him was that he found that the green light group in Wang Feng's hand was exactly the same color as the one on his teacher's head.
"Ahem, Wang Feng, your martial spirit has indeed not mutated. In this case... I will take you to report it first."
He made a mistake in judgment, and now he is a little embarrassed, so he directly used the transfer method.
Although Wang Feng has not been accepted as a disciple now, as long as Wang Feng is still at Notting College, relying on his knowledge and showing some advanced knowledge and insights, there will be many opportunities for him to kowtow to recognize his father.
This little guinea pig... did not prove that the disciple who was experimenting with his theory was accepted.
"Hey, why is this person's head green?"
"I don't know, maybe he likes green."
"The color suits him very well."
"Yes, indeed. He looks very energetic."
Walking on Notting College Road, some pedestrians were surprised when they saw Yu Xiaogang's hair color.
Yu Xiaogang didn't pay much attention to it. His hair was not green, and it wasn't him he was talking about. What's more, these people were just ordinary people and not worthy of his attention.
Tang San followed behind, looking like he was hesitating to speak, but he still held back his words and instead glanced at Wang Feng. He suspected that the green color on the teacher's head was caused by Wang Feng's hand. But there was no evidence.
Wang Feng ignored Tang San directly. He found that Yu Xiaogang's hair color now matched him quite well.
Arriving at the Academic Affairs Office, the master put the certificate on the table and said, "Director Su, this is a work-study student sent from Shenghun Village and Wangjiacun this year. Please help him register."
When Director Su heard this, he was originally smiling, but when he saw the green hair on the master's head, he was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at Director Su in confusion. What kind of look did he have, admiring himself? After thinking about it, he thought it should be.
"It's nothing. I didn't expect you to be here, Master. You are a rare visitor! Please sit down for a while."
Director Su thought that the master wanted to change his style, but he didn't think much about it. After all, everyone has their favorite hair color. However, he found that the master who changed his hair color felt much more energetic.
The master shook his head, ignoring Wang Feng for the moment and looked at Tang San: "Register here yourself, these teachers will tell you how to do it. I'll leave first, and I'll find you later."
Tang San said very respectfully: "Goodbye, teacher."
The master smiled, touched his head, glanced at Wang Feng, secretly thought about his martial spirit, then turned and left.
Yu Xiaogang was a little confused when he walked out of the office and towards the dormitory. He found that the students on the roadside were paying more attention to him.
Are these students all his admirers? That should be the case, otherwise they would not look at him with such admiration. Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.
After registering, Director Su was very interested in Tang San calling him master, "Kid, you call me master? He is not a teacher in our academy."
"But he is my teacher." Tang San said.
"You have become your disciple!" Director Su was a little surprised. After looking at the two people's certificates, he became even more surprised, "You are all innately full of soul power!!"
"What a pity, the martial spirit is blue silver grass. Hey, this martial spirit is green light? This is the first time I have seen this kind of martial spirit."
Green light, Director Su thought about whether the master's change of style and hair color just now had something to do with the green light martial spirit?
This is a student who deserves to be well cultivated.
Director Su looked at Wang Feng with a look of sexual interest on his face.
"I didn't expect that the master would accept a disciple, or a useless martial soul like Lan Yincao as his disciple."
"Well, they are quite compatible."
Director Su glared at the male teacher who spoke: "Don't talk about Master like that, he is an "invincible" existence in terms of martial arts." After saying that, he handed some free items to Tang San and Wang Feng. Let them go to the seventh place.
Abandon.
"Invincible, the master is indeed 'invincible', but he is invincible in theory. Of course, only if his theories can become reality. Director, I still remember what the master said about the ten core competencies of martial arts.
That's simply ridiculous. By the way, he often said that there are no useless martial arts spirits, only useless soul masters, right? Isn't this a joke? "
Tang San always had a calm face, full of disdain for these people's words.
His teacher is a waste. A person who can tell from the Wuhun Palace that he is a twin martial soul, how can he be a waste? A bunch of frogs in a well, not worthy of his anger.
But this Wang Feng, thinking of the green hair on the teacher's head, Tang San looked at Wang Feng.
He recalled it, and he remembered that the teacher was holding Wang Feng's hand, and it turned green when he became a disciple.
Is this a poison? Probably not. He didn't feel any signs of poisoning in the teacher.
Although he was suspicious, he had no evidence and could only put away his thoughts.