114 Ma Hongjun: Even dogs won't go to the evil Spirit HallIn Caoji Village, in the Wuhun Branch Hall, in an old wooden house, the Wuhun Hall deacons awakened one by one, but in the end they were disappointed. The children in Caoji Village basically awakened martial spirits related to chickens, and none of them had soul power at all, and could not become soul masters.
When the deacon awakened the last one, a handsome little boy, a ball of blazing flame suddenly erupted in the golden light shield, and there was some dark flame in the flame.
If a soul master with a high level of cultivation could see clearly at a glance, this was not black flame at all, but impurities, and the little boy's martial soul was defective.
"Is this a turkey spirit?!"
The Spirit Hall deacon looked at the little boy. The boy's appearance had changed a little. His thin body had swelled up, and his short black hair had turned fiery red.
"What turkey? This is a phoenix!"
The little boy's tone changed from flattering to arrogant, and his expression seemed to not take this great soul master-level soul branch hall deacon seriously at all. This little boy was Ma Hongjun, the reborn Phoenix God.
As an existence who has cultivated to level 100 to become a god, a great soul master is nothing but a great soul master of the Spirit Hall. He was not as talented as his third brother and had never participated in the war of gods, but in the battle of Titled Douluo, he was a god descended to earth, and he beat up the third priest of the Spirit Hall, Qingluan Douluo, and knocked away Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Even the evil Spirit Hall, the bread and butter of this great spirit master, was destroyed by him and his friends.
"Come, test your innate soul power." The Spirit Hall deacon did not notice the change in Ma Hongjun's attitude, because he was looking forward to awakening a genius and getting a promotion and a raise.
Ma Hongjun pressed his hand on the crystal, and instantly, a dazzling light flashed in the crystal.
"Ninth-level innate spirit power, Phoenix spirit, oh my god, I'm rich!" The Spirit Hall deacon was extremely excited, "Little boy, what's your name?"
"My name is Ma Hongjun."
Ma Hongjun was full of pride, and he even lifted his bangs with his hand. This was the talent of a monster!
"Little brother Ma Hongjun, are you willing to join the Spirit Hall? Your innate spirit power is as high as level nine. You will definitely get the best training and even break through to the pinnacle of spirit masters and become a Titled Douluo!" After the Spirit Hall deacon was excited, he quickly grabbed Ma Hongjun's hand and asked urgently.
Ma Hongjun's eyes showed disdain. Tsk, the pinnacle of the Soul Resurrection Master, a guy who has never seen the world, the gap between Titled Douluo and Titled Douluo is greater than that between humans and dogs, and the pinnacle of this world is the Divine King, which is the realm that only the third brother can reach. The two women in the Spirit Hall don't have this talent! In the future, he will follow the third brother to destroy the evil Spirit Hall! Even dogs won't go to such an evil place as the Spirit Hall!
"Little kid, don't you know the benefits of joining the Spirit Hall? Our Spirit Hall is the most powerful force in the continent and the holy land of spirit masters across the continent!" The deacon was obviously unwilling to let go of such an outstanding talent like Ma Hongjun, and hurriedly pulled Ma Hongjun aside and talked a lot about the benefits of joining the Spirit Hall.
"I said I won't join the Spirit Hall, so I won't join. Are you annoying me?" Ma Hongjun said with annoyance, looking around for any trace of Flanders.
I remember in my previous life, when I was fooled by the deacon into joining the Spirit Hall, Teacher Flanders appeared at about this time and pulled me back to the right path from the hands of the Spirit Hall deacon.
"Little brother, don't you really want to consider it? Believe me, you can get the best training in the Spirit Hall." The Spirit Hall deacon said earnestly.
"Okay, he doesn't plan to join the Spirit Hall, do you still want to force him to join the Spirit Hall?"
Flanders' voice reached the ears of the two people. He appeared in the small house with his hands behind his back. He had been doing odd jobs nearby to add assets to Shrek Academy. When he passed by the Grass Chicken Village, he felt a sense of oppression, just like a grass chicken meeting the blood pressure of the king of birds, the Phoenix, and came over. I didn't expect to meet such a good seedling, I have to bring him to Shrek Academy to do harm.
Ma Hongjun turned around and saw Flanders. He was immediately excited. He quickly came to Flanders' side and hugged his thighs. "Teacher, I don't want to go to the Spirit Hall. This guy wants to force me!"
The Spirit Hall steward's pupils widened, "Little friend, how can you spit bloody words at me! When did I ever force you?"
Although Flanders was puzzled by Ma Hongjun calling him teacher, he would definitely be happy to have such a gifted disciple. He patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm here, no one can force you to join a place you don't want to join."
"Do you understand? I will protect this child. He will not join your Spirit Hall." Flanders said domineeringly.
The Spirit Hall deacon felt Flanders' terrible mental pressure and said, "You, you dare to go against the Spirit Hall!"
"Go against? The Spirit Hall is so powerful. This child doesn't want to join the Spirit Hall. Going against your Spirit Hall's wishes is to go against the Spirit Hall! Do you really think that the Spirit Hall can control the entire continent?"
Flanders unfolded his martial soul, which was yellow, purple, black and black, with seven soul rings. He completely believed what Zhao Wuji said. The Spirit Hall was actually an evil and shameless force under the guise of justice.
"You, you are the Soul Saint." The Spirit Hall deacon's voice trembled. There was actually a Soul Saint in this small place!
"Now that you know, why don't you get out of here!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Upon seeing this, the Spirit Hall deacon gave up the idea of inviting Ma Hongjun to join the Spirit Hall and left Caoji Village in shame.
"Teacher, you are so handsome!"
Flanders came to Ma Hongjun, squatted down, put his hands on Ma Hongjun's shoulders, and said, "Child, my name is Flanders, don't be afraid. You just called me teacher, do you know what the word teacher means?"
"Of course I know, it means a guide!"
Of course Ma Hongjun was not afraid, his face was full of respect. After all, this was his beloved Dean Flanders, his teacher in his previous life.
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Flanders gently rubbed Ma Hongjun's head and said, "Little friend, you are very smart. Since you recognize me as your teacher, I will call you Hongjun. You are gifted and have a strong martial arts spirit. You just lack a famous teacher to guide you. Are you willing to join my Shrek Academy? I promise to train you into a little monster."
"Yes, yes!"
Ma Hongjun almost jumped up with excitement. "Shrek Seven Devils, my brothers and sisters, we are going to be together again. And Xiangxiang, this time I will definitely practice hard, inherit the throne of the God of Fire, take you to the realm of gods, and live a shameless life!"
"Well, let's go with the teacher. Shrek Academy is not far from here!"
Spirit Hall, conference room.
Qianxunji put his legs on the table in an untidy manner and dozed off.
"There are more and more termites in the Spirit Hall. Oscar and Ma Hongjun's talent list haven't even been submitted yet!"
Ma Hongjun doesn't care about Qianxunji, this loser. He has invested so many resources but still hasn't become the God of Fire. Why does he need this guy? Wouldn't it be more likely that Yan will become the God of Fire if he invests so much resources on him?
What he wanted was Oscar, a food-type soul master with full innate soul power that only appears once in a thousand years. If he was trained well, he could become a god of food as long as he was awarded the title before the age of 40. He could definitely be the team member of his con man in the future.
Afterwards, Ning Rongrong fell in love with Qian Renchuan, but she couldn't get enough of this lovelorn man, so she chose Oscar as her second choice. Isn't the whole thing equivalent to the God of Cookery and the Nine-Colored Goddess becoming the team of his con man?
"Forget it. When the time comes, I will send Xiaochuan to Tianshui College. When we pass through Soto City, I can easily capture these two people with my skills and send them to Tianshui College!"
Qianxunji had thought about the next plan. As for the talent lost by the six-year-old Oscar, it would not be a problem for the Spirit Hall. As for the termites in the Spirit Hall, when the situation on the continent becomes a little chaotic, Qian Renxue would clean them up and use them to spread the faith of the Angel God. The Spirit Hall has a lot of blood, and the blood sucked by those termites would be regarded as the necessary loss for spreading the faith of the Angel God.
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