The middle-aged man with stubble didn’t rush to respond, eyeing Luo Yu up and down.
He quickly made an assessnt.
"Tsk tsk."
"Not bad, not bad."
"Full forehead, restrained charm, truly a person of impressive appearance."
Seemingly unaware of Luo Yu’s frown, the middle-aged man looked up.
"What’s your Martial Soul? Can you release it for to see?"
The veins on Luo Yu’s temples throbbed.
Who the hell is this idiot popping up early in the morning, talking such nonsense?
He held up two fingers.
"How many is this?"
"Two."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, not getting the point.
"Oh, you can count?"
"Doesn’t seem like you’re ntally ill."
"But you don’t look very bright, no matter how I see it."
The middle-aged man beca instantly short of breath and glared, "Are you calling crazy, boy?"
Luo Yu said, "I don’t seem to know you, right? Don’t get familiar with , get to the point if you have sothing to say."
The middle-aged man repeated, "I feel that you have good potential, very promising. Why not release your Martial Soul for to see? I can evaluate it for free."
"Are you sick?" Luo Yu’s face showed displeasure, "You think just because you say so, I’d show it?"
"Hiss, boy, how can you show such disrespect to an elder?"
Luo Yu bared his teeth, "Excuse —do I know you?"
The middle-aged man smiled faintly, revealing an expression of profound mystery.
"It’s normal for young people to be proud of their talents, but rember there are always people better than you, and heavens beyond the heavens. It’s still advisable to keep a bit of modesty."
"Although you don’t know now, you will have the opportunity to get to know soon. If your Martial Soul Talent is good enough, I might even consider taking you as my disciple."
"Pfft!"
Ning Rongrong and a few other girls beside couldn’t hold back their laughter any longer.
"Take Brother Yu as a disciple, what is this guy thinking, is his brain broken?"
Ye Lingling fanned her nose in disdain, "There’s a sll of alcohol, this guy must be drunk."
Luo Yu didn’t say a word, just quietly watched the other person.
With a look of concern for a ntally challenged child.
The middle-aged man’s face started to show difficulty in keeping composed; he cleared his throat.
Looking directly at Luo Yu with an air of calm confidence.
"Forgot to introduce myself, I am Brock from the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Clan."
Seeing that Luo Yu didn’t speak, apparently shocked by him,
Brock felt sowhat complacent inside.
It seed his reputation had indeed spread.
"Brock." Luo Yu repeated.
"Right, have you heard of my na?"
Luo Yu’s expression suddenly turned ice-cold.
"So you’re fucking Brock!"
"Want to take as your disciple?"
"Do you think you’re worthy?"
"Hmm???" Brock’s face was full of astonishnt.
This wasn’t what he expected at all.
Others usually added respect upon hearing his na. He never imagined that upon hearing his na, Luo Yu would beco so irritated, as if he was about to beat him up any mont.
At that mont, Flander, Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun happened to walk in.
Seeing the atmosphere in the room, Flander hurried over to grab Yu Xiaogang’s arm and pull him away.
"Hey, Brock, you actually dared to co to accept him as your disciple."
"Let’s go quickly!"
After several tugs without success, Yu Xiaogang stood rooted to the ground, staring at Luo Yu with eyes that seed about to spew flas, incredulously saying:
"You’re saying that I, Yu Xiaogang, am not worthy of accepting you as a disciple?"
"That statent is quite rash."
"Do you know who I am?"
"The universally recognized number one theory master of Soul Land, and you say I’m not worthy of accepting you as a disciple?"
Luo Yu’s eyes were cold, and his lips showed disdain.
"Sorry, I misspoke."
"You’re not only unworthy of accepting as a disciple but also unworthy of the title ’master’."
"Who indulged your bad habits, to have such an overwhelming sense of superiority?"
"Ordinary yet confident, you’ve embodied it to perfection."
Yu Xiaogang was imdiately enraged and shook off Flander’s hand.
"Kid, you’re speaking too arrogantly."
"My research on Martial Souls is unparalleled in Soul Land. How many great powers have asked to be their honored guest and were rejected by , and you say I can’t teach you?"
Luo Yu sighed, looked around at the several girls, and shrugged his shoulders.
"These days are tough, huh? Anyone, human or ghost, can be called a master."
"Pfft."
Ning Rongrong and the other girls were imdiately amused to laughter.
In the midst of their ringing laughter like Silver Bells, Yu Xiaogang looked extrely embarrassed.
He couldn’t rember the last ti he had been so scolded.
Let alone being scolded in front of so many people.
He imdiately said with indignant eyes, "People call a master because I have genuine knowledge and am worthy of respect. What gives you, a boy, the right to question ?"
"On what grounds?" Luo Yu scoffed, "Simply because the things you know are re trifles. What you understand, I understand, and what you don’t understand, I also understand."
Yu Xiaogang retorted sharply, "Arrogant! Truly, ignorance is bravery. It seems you still have no idea who you’re talking to."
A Wu’s Beautiful Eyes glared tightly, and she said coldly, "It’s you who has no idea who you’re talking to."
The powerful aura emanating from her caused Yu Xiaogang to shiver.
"A Wu, step back for now."
Hearing Luo Yu’s words, the palace-dressed beauty obediently retreated.
Luo Yu looked at Yu Xiaogang with a smile on his face.
"If I rember correctly, ’There are no rubbish Martial Souls, only rubbish Soul Masters,’ that’s what you said, right?"
"Yes, that’s the theory I’ve developed!" Yu Xiaogang’s brow showed pride.
Luo Yu shook his head, "I don’t think your theory is right. Isn’t Martial Soul Talent the fundantal determinant of a person’s strength?"
"Heh." Yu Xiaogang scoffed, "What do you understand? As long as the Soul Master is outstanding enough, they can develop their own Martial Soul into a strong one."
Luo Yu nodded, clapped his hands, and laughed, "Not bad, really good."
"I think what you said makes a lot of sense."
"Well then, please be so kind as to explain this to , master. If your theory is so rich, then why is your strength so ager?"
Yu Xiaogang explained without hesitation.
"That’s because my Martial Soul has inherent flaws, which permanently locked my strength within three rings."
"Oh—"
"So that’s how it is."
Luo Yu drew out his words, his lips curling upwards.
"What a ’There are no rubbish Martial Souls, only rubbish Soul Masters."
With that reminder, everyone reacted, and the looks they gave Yu Xiaogang suddenly beca quite bizarre...
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Ps: I’m too sleepy, I’m going to sleep now, ha. Starting from this afternoon, five updates every day! Thank you for your support.
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