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Chapter 23: Tang San's identity?

"This is a good show of pretending." On the tree branch not far away, Han Haotian was eating melon honestly, and then he saw Tang San's figure, followed by the famous scene of Tang San's pretending.

Accompanied by Tang San's voice, Ling Feng's figure that was thrown away from him fell to the ground with a bang.

He didn't get up again and fainted directly.

"This..." Boss Xiao was stunned. Liu Long and Ling Feng, who had appeared before, were already among the top three of their group, and were the two strong men second only to him.

But even so, he was kicked unconscious by the opponent's new student who was more than half a height difference between him. What if he were himself?

All the senior students couldn't help but shudder, it was a sad story.

"Who are you?" Boss Xiao had a gloomy face and walked to Tang San not far away under everyone's gaze.

"Working student, Tang San."

Compared to Boss Xiao's voice, Tang San's voice seemed extremely calm and fluctuated.

"Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-grade student, a martial soul wolf, and a level 11-ring battle soul master."

Boss Xiao stood up and reported his martial soul and level, which was also a habit that had been passed down for a long time in Douluo Continent, out of respect for his opponents.

As the words fell, Xiao Chenyu's body changed. Tang San had seen this change in Su Yuntao at the opening ceremony of his martial soul. This was exactly what the martial soul looked like when he was possessed.

"Tang San, a first-grade student, Wushun Blue Silver Grass, and 11th-level first-ring weapon soul master."

When the opponent gives him respect, Tang San will certainly not lose his etiquette and will also report his martial soul and level.

"Hahahaha~~, it turned out to be a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass."

"I was scared to death just now. Let's see how Boss Xiao dealt with him now."

"You guess how many moves he can hold on with Boss Xiao?"

"I'll open a plate, let's come together."

“………….”

When he heard that Tang San's martial soul was Lan Yincao, all the senior students behind Xiao Chenyu were laughing crazy. The original pressure disappeared instantly without a trace. Only Xiao Chenyu noticed the level behind Tang San.

"What did you say? Are you level 11?" Boss Xiao was shocked and asked in horror.

"Hiss! A hundred-year soul ring!" When she saw the yellow soul ring on Tang San's body, Xiao Chenyu had to think in her heart how to end today's matter.

First-grade students have eleventh level soul power and a hundred-year soul ring. Is this still the configuration that work-students should have?

He didn't believe it anyway. You should know that as the son of the lord of Notting City, his first soul ring was only a white one for less than a hundred years.

He has already determined that Tang San is a child of a large family who concealed his identity.

"Boss Xiao, let's do it." Tang San, who was ready, couldn't help but remind him when he saw that Boss Xiao refused to take action for a long time.

He finished his work early and went back early. He rushed back from the Soul Hunting Forest and wanted to take a break.

"Haha, Brother Tang San is really joking. There is no need to continue this fight. Brother Tang San, if you can lie down Ling Feng with one kick, then I will never be your opponent. I am only a little stronger than Ling Feng." Xiao Chenyu thought that he knew Tang San's identity, and laughed and removed his martial soul possession.

"Boss?" The senior students behind him looked at their boss with confusion, which was completely different from what they expected.

Boss Xiao waved his hand and told them to shut up and stop talking, then smiled at Xiao Wu.

"Miss Xiao Wu, right? We lost this bet today. From now on, Notting Academy has always regarded Miss Xiao Wu as its esteemed, and I will not bully Wang Sheng and the others anymore."

After saying that, he would look at the little brother behind him, "Take out all the money that belongs to Wang Sheng and others."

"Boss, we are all here." The younger brothers behind him looked at each other, and then when they saw their boss's appearance that was not a joke, they took out all the money from their bodies.

They still remember how much protection fee they had collected in total by Wang Sheng and others, and they could only take out all the money they had on them.

"Sister Xiao Wu, this is the money of Wang Sheng and the others." Boss Xiao didn't even see how much money he had in his hand, and handed it all to Xiao Wu.

"Wang Sheng, you can take it and divide it." Xiao Wu looked like a big sister and nodded to Wang Sheng beside her and said.

"Thank you, Miss Xiao Wu." Wang Sheng said with gratitude, then hurriedly stepped forward and took the money mixed with the Ginseng Soul Coins and the Copper Soul Coins from Boss Xiao.

This money is enough for them to be comfortable for a long time.

"Sister Xiao Wu, Brother Tang San. I wonder if you are interested in having a meal together?" After watching Wang Sheng take all the money from him, Xiao Chenyu said with a smile.

"There's no need, we have something else today." Before Xiao Wu could speak, Tang San took the lead in speaking.

"That's okay. As long as you have time in the future, you can do it anytime." Boss Xiao waved his hand without any mind, signaling that he could do it at any time.

"Then let's leave first." Tang San nodded and was about to pull Xiao Wu away together.

"Miss Xiao Wu, don't worry. I, Xiao Chenyu, said, do it. From today on, everyone will know that Miss Xiao Wu is the boss of Notting College." Seeing Xiao Wu and Tang San walking down the hillside with their work-study students, Xiao Chenyu shouted behind him.

"Boss, why are you?" When there were only senior students left, the tall and thin men spoke hesitantly.

"You want to ask why I'm so polite to them, right?" Xiao Chenyu said with a slight squinted eyes.

"Uh-huh."

"You are really a group of idiots. You only see that his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Didn't you see that his soul ring is a hundred-year soul ring? Only the first-grade student has level 11 soul power and a hundred-year soul ring. Do you really don't know what this means or is it fake?" Boss Xiao looked at the little brothers behind him with a disgusting look, and they were all stupid.

"Boss, are you saying that Tang San comes from a big force?" Now, the other senior students also reacted.

They are not too stupid either, they just didn't think so much before.

"Otherwise? Even if a work student has a high innate soul power, he will never be able to obtain a hundred-year soul ring. It should be easy to understand if you refer to Wang Sheng and others in the work student, right?" Xiao Chenyu nodded and said.

"Hiss, that boss, we used to?" Now, it was the senior students' turn to panic.

When they think of them accidentally offending people from large families or large forces, they feel their legs are weak.

"It's really useless. I offended him because of Wang Sheng and the others before, so won't I find a way to make up for it in the future?" Xiao Chenyu complained and then left.

He was afraid that if he would stay with these little brothers for a while, he would be infected and become stupid.

"This guy's analysis is not unreasonable. Xiao San'er's hammer is really not like a martial soul that an ordinary blacksmith can have." Han Haotian, who had not left, couldn't help but say in his heart when he heard Xiao Chenyu's words.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the identity of the mistress was very problematic, because he remembered what Old Jack said.

That is the original work of the Tang San family, not the Holy Soul Village. It was moved there not long after the mistress was born.

"Can you still be a second generation of a top family?" Han Haotian shook his head and smiled, then left the place.

Tang San's identity has nothing to do with him, and he will not lick him because of this. It is not certain who will be better than who will be better in the future.
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