The Unusual Number of Douluo

Snake woman doesn't know how many times she has been stunned. If it wasn't for Zao Wou-ki who was still here, she promised that this group of young girls would be packed and brought back to the sect!When they grow up, they may be able to challenge the upper three.

But with Zao Wou-ki on the side, she could only hide this idea deep in her heart, and could only say in a tone of envy, jealousy and hatred: "Your school is really lucky."

"Haha, average, average." Zao Wou-ki smiled brightly.

"Then who of you will fight each other out?"

Ignoring Zao Wou-ki, who was already on his side, Zhao Tianxiang turned towards Shrek.

There are only two Shrek Academy spirit power at level 29 now, one is Tang San and the other is Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu's mood was inexplicably depressed now, and Tang San had to stand up.

"Let me come." Tang San stood up and said calmly.

Zao Wuji nodded, wanting to say who among the group of little monsters he is most assured, there is no one else except Tang San, although this guy...

Thinking of the bulges on the body at the beginning of school, Zao Wou-ki couldn't help being a little afraid. This little guy is a ruthless character, and his... well, the misfortune comes from the mouth, the misfortune comes from the mouth...

Although Chao Tianxiang was old, her eyes were good. She looked at Tang San up and down, and then nodded: "Okay, are you still okay?"

Chao Tianxiang naturally wouldn't object, Tang San's spirit power was only twenty-ninth level, so she said her granddaughter took advantage.

"can."

The girl said coldly, although the talents of these young girls have deeply shocked her, but the twists and turns of the spirit ring that was readily available made her even more angry.

You must know that her spirit is a snakehead crutch, and a good snake spirit is hard to find.

The two stood still and reported their home.

"Meng Yanyi, Wuhun Snake Rod, 30th-level Second Ring Battle Soul Master."

"Tang San, Wuhun Lan Yincao, a twenty-ninth-level war spirit master."

"Your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass? It's still at level 29?" Meng still frowned, what the hell is this?Can Blue Silver Grass cultivate?

"Is there any problem?" Tang San said lightly, not once encountering this situation.

Chaotianxiang on the side was also a little surprised, and subconsciously looked at Zao Wou-ki on the side: "Blue Silver Grass can also practice."

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but curled his lips: "What's weird, as long as Wuhun has soul power, he can cultivate, not to mention Xiao San is still full of soul power."

"Innately full of soul power?" Chaotianxiang's eyes are almost red, damn, what is this Shrek Academy, how come there are such little monsters.

Shrek and his group cast contemptuous glances at Chao Tianxiang, which is strange.

In fact, among the nine Shrek people, there are many with innate soul power. Zhao Xuan, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar account for more than half of the people, and the rest are at least eighth innate soul power!

The words are divided into two ends, the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the sunlight falls from the jagged shadows of the trees, forming a bright light path.

Tang San gently raised his right hand: "Please!"

Meng was still furious, so naturally he was not polite, and there were two soul emperors and soul saints around him, and he was not afraid of being unable to stop him.

Picking up the snake-headed crutches more than two meters long, Meng still smashed towards Tang San fiercely. Although it looked weak, the method was extremely overbearing.

Zhao Xuan and Zao Wou-ki were equally vigilant, for fear that Tang San had an accident.

Tang San didn't rush, his weapons were long and strong, but he had a fatal flaw, that was his inflexibility, and Tang San, who had mastered the ghostly shadow, was particularly outstanding.

With a few elegant dodges, Tang San dodges several attacks by Meng Yi without pressure, and after dodge a few times, Tang San seized the opportunity.

The first spirit ability, entangle, activate!

The blue-black blue silver grass grew crazily from the ground without warning, this kind of the most inconspicuous grass on the Douluo Continent instantly swept Meng still into a zongzi.

Tang San showed a smile: "I think this competition can be over."

Tang San is quite confident of his first spirit ability, especially the paralytic toxin derived from the mandala snake.

Meng still had a pretty face with frost: "Arrogant!"

The wrapped Meng still snorted, and the two spirit rings on her body lighted up at the same time, and her whole body slipped out of the layers of blue silver grass like a peeling snake.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Tang San hurried back, his eyes fixed on Meng Still: "No poisoning?"

Zhao Xuan said with some comprehension: "There are a few that can surpass snakes than poison, and she will definitely be immune to some."

"I'll go, Zhao Xuan, you just pay attention to these." Ma Hongjun's voice was a little excited.

"how?"

Zhao Xuan turned his head and took a look, and saw Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai's eyes gleaming like light bulbs, and their breathing was a bit heavy, but the faces of several girls were obviously worse.

With a movement in his heart, Zhao Xuan turned his head and looked at the battlefield again, and his eyes suddenly appeared.

I'm going, Xiao San, how come your soul skills are so awesome.

At first glance, I didn’t pay attention to the details. Because Tang San’s first spirit ability’s Blue Silver Grass would inject paralytic toxins with spikes, even though Meng was still not poisoned, Jin’s installation had broken small holes, looming inside. The spring light came out.

"You rascal!"

Meng was still ashamed and angry, waving a snake-head crutches a bit more fierce than usual.

Tang Sanbai had no choice but to hide away helplessly. There was a snake blade at the mouth of the snake head crutch, and ordinary blue silver grass vines were cut off like melons and vegetables.

Meng is still aggressive with the snake stick. Tang San turned on the purple magic pupil and slammed on the seven inches. The snake stick shook, and Meng was still shocked. He controlled the snake blade to slide down from the top of the snake stick. The target was Tang. Three hands.

But Tang San's weird hand-practice technique urged his hands like white jade, indestructible, and caught the snake's blade.

The two remained stalemate like this, and gradually formed a soul power competition.

"It's not so good to go on like this," Zao Wuji muttered.

"What?" Zhao Xuan asked.

"The soul power competition is a very dangerous duel. One carelessness can cause serious injuries."

"Then Xiao San will be fine, right?" Although Xiao Wu had been absent-minded, but had been paying attention to Tang San's movements, she couldn't help but asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Zao Wou-ki stared at the two closely.

It is reasonable to say that Meng's spirit power is still deeper than Tang San, but she was too eager to attack, and her early spirit power occupies two-thirds of the snake stick's area, but Tang San's spirit power is very tough and can't hold on. Later, when Meng's spirit power faded, he gradually matched Meng's situation and slowly gained the upper hand.

"Let's shoot together, the spirit ring belongs to you." Snake Po Chaotianxiang shook her head, for the sake of a spirit ring not to be so.

Zao Wou-ki also smiled: "That couldn't be better."