The Unusual Number of Douluo

Zhao Xuan pretended not to see the eyes of the two of them, and said in surprise: "What's the matter?"

Then he looked at Mu eleven, and Mu eleven and Mu eleven looked at each other. They weren't fools. Zhao Xuan must have done it right.

But since Zhao Xuan didn't want to explain, they were not easy to speak.

The wave breaking knife in the distance suddenly turned into a light and disappeared, and then reappeared in the hands of Mu eleven.

Zhao Xuan understood that Mu Eleven had re-evoked Wuhun.

"Don't fight, don't fight." Mu eleven looked at the broken wave knife in his hand glumly.

Beast spirits and weapon spirits have a similar characteristic, that is, they consume a large amount of spirit power when possessing a summoning weapon spirit and a beast spirit.At a distance of tens of meters, Mu Eleven could not recall his martial soul at all, but could only re-summon it, and by doing so, only half of the soul power of the soul sect, which was not particularly large, was left.

Only using one spirit ability and summoning a martial spirit twice only used half of the spirit power. How can this one fight?

"I knew it would be better to let me go." The tall and thin man Mu Twelve said coldly.

Mu Shiyi glanced at him: "What did you do earlier?"

Then, Mu Shixi bowed his head and took out a delicate small cloth bag from his waist, took out ten Golden Soul Coins from it, and handed it to Zhao Xuan with a painful expression: "This is your reward."

Zhao Xuanmei smiled, how easy the money came from, but fortunately, the inspiration flashed just now, and he thought of such a way, otherwise he would have to fight for a while.

Seeing the ten Golden Soul Coins slipping away from his hands, Mu Eleven looked sad: "It seems that I have to go to the Wuhun Hall branch to receive subsidies."

Mu Twelve's indifferent voice came: "Oh, now it is estimated that you can't even get one hundred gold soul coins in a month. That woman is becoming more and more demanding of us unsubmitted ascetic spirit masters."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xuan's eyes flashed, as if there was any secret?!

When the two closed their mouths, they remembered that there was an outsider beside them, and Mu Shixi smiled dryly: "Nothing, nothing."

"Let's see you by chance." Mu Shixi bid farewell to Zhao Xuan, and took Mu Shiyou along the path chosen by Zhao Xuan to the depths.

The two seem to have no fixed goal, go with the flow...

Chapter 57—The Shock of the Master

When he returned to Shrek Academy, Tang San had already returned, but Ma Hongjun was still missing.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but vomit: "His evil fire is too exuberant."

Tang San heard that there was a slight embarrassment on his face, Zhao Xuan glanced at him and raised his brows: "It's not about you, what are you embarrassing about?"

Tang San hesitated to say something but stopped, hesitating and hesitating as if he wanted to say something, and finally gave up with a sigh of relief: "Nothing..."

Looking at Tang San strangely, Zhao Xuan fiddled with the machine parts that Tang San put on the bed. Some of these machine parts were only the size of rice grains, and they didn't know how they were processed.

Tang San muttered silently in his heart, we obviously grew up together, why didn't you feel ashamed when you came across these things?

If Zhao Xuan knew what Tang San was thinking, he would definitely sneer. As a good young man under the red flag in his previous life, he would be embarrassed to go out without a few G seeds in his hard drive. Who cares about these things.

He held a machine bracket and asked subconsciously: "Missionary, what are you doing with so many parts?"

Tang San replied: "What Ning Rongrong wants, she wants a hidden weapon that can be used by the auxiliary soul master to defend himself. If it is good, she is also planning to purchase a large amount for the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect."

Zhao Xuan nodded. Although the auxiliary soul master is very useful, but the self-protection ability is very fragile, it is indeed a headache, but Ning Rongrong dare to say such a word, then she should have a good position in the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. It may be the granddaughter of some elder.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but reminded: "Tang San, if Ning Rongrong purchases in large quantities, you can't lower the price. The Qibao Glazed Sect is a big local tyrant, except for money, there is only money left."

"I'm not sure yet. Besides, I can't manufacture hidden weapons in large quantities. It takes time to manufacture hidden weapons. I still have to practice spirit power."

Tang San smiled and shook his head, and then a ray of light flashed in his eyes. If the pattern of the previous Tang Sect was taken out, it would not be impossible to manufacture hidden weapons in batches.

But... these are still too early for him.

"Okay, you know it, you don't want to go to the bottom, the power of the soul master in this world is more powerful after all." Seeing Tang San knowing his heart, Zhao Xuan also nodded.

Tang San was immersed in this so-called hidden weapon, and Zhao Xuan was afraid that he would be slack in his spirit power cultivation.

"But..." Zhao Xuan held a small part thoughtfully. In fact, this hidden weapon was not without merit. Just like when he enrolled in school that day, Tang San used the hidden weapon to give Zao Wuji a lesson. Pause, although this is caused by many reasons.But the thought of one being a great soul master and the other being a soul sage felt terrifying.

Moreover, if you tell Tang San the principles of some firearms in the previous life, maybe this hidden weapon will become another power on Douluo Continent.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xuan threw these thoughts out of his mind, and let it go. If guns and other things are really made, it is estimated that the only thing that can bring is killing.

At this moment, Oscar came back from the outside. This guy didn't know what he was going to do. The lush beard on his face was shaved and clean again, like a pretty little nobleman, and he became a Shrek Academy. The second school grass.

As for the first?Sorry, Zhao Xuan said he laughed.

Zhao Xuan was intoxicated, and Oscar glanced at him strangely: "Zhao Xuan, what are you thinking?"

"Ahem, nothing." Zhao Xuan reacted and coughed dryly.

"By the way, the master wants you to go." Then Oscar reminded.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"How do I know (︶︿︶) = convex"

...

"Bangbang!" A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." The master's slightly vicissitudes voice came from the room.

"Master, what can I do?" Zhao Xuan opened the door and strode in.

The master’s room is not much different from the student’s room. It is just a bit smaller. Apart from a bed and a wardrobe, there is only a desk and a bookshelf.

There is a crystal lamp on the desk, which is emitting a soft light, and Bingzhuo, the master of lighting, is working hard.

Seeing that it was Zhao Xuan who opened the door, the master stopped the pen in his hand and turned his gaze to Zhao Xuan, and his gaze stayed between his eyebrows for a while.

"Sit down," the master said subconsciously.

Zhao Xuan looked around in embarrassment, Master, you have no chairs here, where do you want me to sit?

The master seemed to have also reacted, pointing to the bed and said in a gentle tone: "Sorry, I haven't got used to it yet, let's sit on my bed first.

"Row."

Seeing Zhao Xuan sitting down, the master stared at the mark on Zhao Xuan's forehead and asked, "Have the mark on your forehead changed recently?

Under the soft light, the imprint on Zhao Xuan's head exuded a faint purple-golden light, and Zhao Xuan's white face was set against it, sacred and abnormal.

"The imprint hasn't changed much." Zhao Xuan replied.

The master nodded, and then suddenly reacted, staring at Zhao Xuan's eyes closely: "In other words, what other changes have you made?"