Chapter 38: Master's Philosophy

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, are you injured? Is my son Qin He okay?"
At the entrance of the Hunting Soul Forest, a tall and burly middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, his loud voice shook the air slightly.
This middle-aged man is Qin He's father, the 54th-level Soul King powerhouse, Qin Zhan.
Zhao Chong's injury was not serious. After the detoxification, an auxiliary soul master had already stepped forward and gave Dean Zhao Chong several statuses. Dean Zhao Chong's expression immediately improved.
"Brother Qin Zhan, your son, your son him..."
Dean Zhao Chong couldn't speak anymore.
"The hunting forest is so dangerous? My son was injured?"
An anxious look appeared on Qin Zhan's face.
It's no wonder that Qin Zhan didn't worry about his son Qin He, who was the only seedling of his old Qin family!
Moreover, the soul hunting forest is inherently extremely dangerous. I didn't see the 38th-level soul sovereign like Director Zhao Chong, who suffered serious injuries!
No matter how genius his son was, he was only a level 10 spirit master after all, and injuries were inevitable in the melee.
No, Zhao Chong has such an ugly face. Is it possible that my son had an accident in the Hunting Forest?
Qin Zhan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and a powerful aura burst out instantly!
"Your son was not injured. Moreover, your son has become a 30th-level spirit master and can graduate!"
Seeing Qin Zhan's expression, Dean Zhao Chong's mouth muscles twitched fiercely.
This time, your son Qin He, in the hunt for the soul forest, it was nothing.
My Dean Zhao Chong was almost mad at him and almost vomited blood into a river!
After briefly talking to Qin Zhan about what happened in the Hunting Forest, Dean Zhao Chong couldn't hold it anymore and asked:
"Brother Qin, I take the liberty to ask, do you usually like to wear a green hat?"
"Master Qin He doesn't look like you!"
Qin Zhan also twitched the corners of his mouth.
Too enchanting!
Qin He, his own son, is really evil!
A six-year-old child, a 10th-level spirit master, entered the soul hunting forest, continuously absorbed two thousand-year-old spirit rings, and in a blink of an eye became a 30th-level spirit master, who would dare to believe this matter spread out?
If it weren't for Qin He, he would stand here really, he Qin Zhan really saw the spirit ring on Qin He's head, he couldn't believe this fact!
Qin Zhan laughed:
"Dean Zhao, my son's talent for cultivation is just average. It's up to me. When I was young, it was the same for cultivation talent!"
"Brother Zhao laughed, laughed..."
Dean Zhao Chong: "······"
piss off!
You Qin family father and son, nothing is good!
This is too shameless!
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Master Yu Xiaogang is giving a lecture in a classroom of Notting College.
"Little San, according to my spirit theory, every spirit master must be careful when absorbing spirit rings, and cannot absorb spirit beast spirit rings that are too old, because the result is often sudden death... ··"
Below, Tang San's small face was full of seriousness, nodding his head from time to time, feeling that what Master Yu Xiaogang said was too reasonable.
When Tang San absorbed the first spirit ring, it was a century-old spirit ring. Two different powers merged with each other, but he suffered a lot.
If he hadn't practiced Xuan Tian Gong, his physical and psychological qualities were the pinnacle of a spirit master of the same level, and he might not be able to bear it.
"This fellow Qin He, who has been in the hunting forest for so long, shouldn't he understand the theory of spirit rings, so he can absorb a spirit ring casually!"
Tang San couldn't help thinking in his heart.
For Qin He, for this great demon who destroyed his confidence time and time again, Tang San was in awe of him, but at the same time he was thinking about how to surpass him.
Thinking that Qin He might be behind him for some reason, Tang San couldn't help but gloat: "Although I know it's wrong to think this way, I can't help it!"
"I, Tang San, after cultivating for such a long time, is now a level 16 spirit master, even if Qin He obtains a powerful spirit ring, he can't keep up with my cultivation speed!"
"At the speed of my cultivation, if I can reach the level of 20 spirit power at the age of 12, then I should be the youngest graduate of Notting College!"
Thinking about the scenery, honor, and applause of becoming the first person at Notting College in the future, Tang San felt very happy.
Thinking about things, at this moment, I saw a loud noise outside the classroom.
"Young Master Qin He is back from the Hunting Forest!"
"He absorbed two spirit rings in the Hunting Forest at once, the first one is for a thousand years, and the second one is for five thousand years!"
"Young Master Qin He is now at level 30 of his spirit power, a 30-level great soul master, Young Master Qin He is only six years old, is he about to graduate!"
"Graduated at the age of six! Young Master Qin He broke the practice record and also broke the graduation record of all colleges in Douluo Continent!"
When these people's discussions reached Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's ears, their expressions were as if they had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, which was very exciting.
"There is nothing wrong with my ears!"
Master Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.
The face is too swollen!
It's so uncomfortable!
I just said that the spirit ring can't smoke indiscriminately, and the age is very important. In the blink of an eye, a negative teaching material will come!
This fellow Qin He is simply hitting me Yu Xiaogang, a martial arts research expert in the face!
Whenever I, Yu Xiaogang, want to put forward a more powerful theory, this guy will always come up and tell him with facts that the theory has a fart!
The spirit ring just and wears it casually, but it's still alive and kicking, so please respect my research results a little bit!
Cheating!
Young Master Qin He, your father Qin Zhan and I are still friends, so what hate do we have?
"Teacher, you said that Young Master Qin He was very lazy about cultivation. As long as I work hard, one day I will catch up with him. Does it still count now?"
Tang San stared at Yu Xiaogang with shining eyes, his eyes lost, as if he was seeking encouragement from his teacher.
"Little San!"
Yu Xiaogang sighed deeply, and said: "Teacher once had a great dream. He wanted to become a powerful soul master in Douluo Continent. For this reason, I worked hard for the teacher. Ten years later, teacher, I finally ······"
Tang San's eyes lit up: "Teacher, you mean, as long as you work hard, as long as you have a dream, you will come true one day, right?"
What an inspirational story!
My teacher Yu Xiaogang, the most powerful master of martial arts theory in Douluo Continent, he is encouraging me!
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and said, "Ten years later, my martial soul Luo San Pao told me that it was farting!"
"The iron pestle is ground into a needle, and the wooden stick can only be ground into a toothpick. The material is wrong, no effort will be made!"
"Don't keep your eyes on Qin He. With so many mainlanders in Douluo, why must you look for abuse?"
Tang San:"······"