Chapter Twelve: The Emperor Comes to the World
Thinking of this, Long Xuan couldn't help but feel excited. Jun led the world, that's Mr. Mu's signature self-created soul skill!
Long Xiaoyao was so praised by this self-created soul skill!
His excitement was beyond words.
Yan Shaozhe noticed his excitement and couldn't help but feel curious, so he asked, "What's wrong with Long Xuan, what makes you so happy?"
Long Xuan gradually restrained his excitement and expressed his thoughts to Yan Shaozhe.
"I was wondering whether I could use the oppression from my ultimate talent to inject mental power into my soul skills, and at the same time cause physical and mental damage to the other party."
After listening to it, Yan Shaozhe couldn't help but sigh at Long Xuan's creativity.
"Great idea, Long Xuan. You should know that Mr. Mu has a very famous self-created soul skill, which is to integrate spiritual power with soul power."
Long Xuan nodded and said to Yan Shaozhe: "So, I want to ask Dean Yan to act as my experimental opponent. I don't know if it's okay..."
He was a little unconfident when he said this. After all, it is possible that the only one in the world who invites a super Douluo to be a guinea pig.
Yan Shaozhe was stunned, and then smiled and replied to Long Xuan, "Of course, if you succeed, I will be the first person to experience the power of this soul skill. That's a great honor."
Long Xuan bowed to Yan Shaozhe, "Thank you, Dean Yan, for your fulfillment."
Then, he released his martial soul again, and the phantom of the Ancient Golden Holy Dragon appeared on him, but unlike before, he opened his third eye on his head this time.
Eye of destiny!
In Yan Shaozhe's shocked eyes, the Eye of Destiny on Long Xuan's head, the first and third soul rings, shining brightly at the same time, and a normal punch towards Yan Shaozhe's pussy.
An extremely powerful sense of oppression emerged from Yan Shaozhe's heart. He subconsciously expanded his martial soul, and his powerful momentum spread out with him as the center. Golden wings suddenly appeared behind him.
Huang, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red. Nine soul rings appeared behind him instantly, and he unconsciously reached out his hand to resist Long Xuan's punch.
The super Douluo Yan Shaozhe at level 96 was forced to unfold his martial soul under Long Xuan's seemingly ordinary punch!
It is conceivable how terrifying the mental power contained in this punch is.
The two of them fists were several meters apart in an instant.
Long Xuan was gasping for breath. This punch consumed too much of his mental power and soul power. With one punch, his soul power and spirit power were directly drained out by 80%!
Yan Shaozhe came to his senses and could not threaten him with Longxuan's cultivation level of the third ring and the fourth ring, but he still forced him to use his martial soul, which made him unable to help but applaud!
"You succeeded, Long Xuan." Yan Shaozhe seemed very excited. "This punch is at least irresistible to people within the fourth ring road, because of your ultimate talent, they can't even dodge!"
"Yes, I succeeded." Long Xuan also seemed very excited.
"Child, give this soul skill a name." Yan Shaozhe said to Long Xuan, "This self-created soul skill will surely resound throughout the continent in the future!"
Yan Shaozhe’s words are no exaggeration. Long Xuan, who has a cultivation level in the Third Ring, can force him to use his martial soul head-on. What about the Five Rings? What about the Seven Rings? Even after becoming the titled Douluo?
He didn't even dare to imagine how great Long Xuan's future achievements would be!
Long Xuan thought for a moment and spoke.
"The inspiration for this soul skill comes from Mr. Mu's Jun leading the world, so this soul skill is called Emperor Relying the World."
He has confidence and no one has to be inferior to his future achievements!
"Okay, what an emperor is in the world!"
Mr. Mu's voice rang beside the two, his tone full of admiration.
Yan Shaozhe turned around quickly and Mr. Mu bowed.
"teacher."
Long Xuan looked a little embarrassed, but he still bowed to Mr. Mu.
"senior."
Mr. Mu waved his hand and signaled that the two of them didn't have to be so polite, and then said to Long Xuan.
"Child, you are very outstanding, worthy of being brought by Brother Long." Mu Laohao was not stingy with his praise words. "Sanhuan, I can't even imagine how powerful this move will be after you become the titled Douluo."
"Thank you for your praise, senior." Long Xuan is not arrogant or impatient. "I am just taking advantage of the situation."
The more he said this, the more satisfied Mr. Mu looked at him.
"I am really satisfied with you." Mr. Mu said, "If you don't mind, I am willing to accept you as a closed disciple. I wonder what you think?"
Yan Shaozhe was shocked. He no longer remembered how long Mr. Mu had not taken away his disciples. Long Xuan became a closed disciple as soon as he came up, which really made him unable to accept it.
"This...sen, the adoptive father..."
"Your adoptive father doesn't have to worry about him." Old Mu waved his hand indifferently, "He wishes that I would accept you as a disciple."
In terms of cultivation, Long Xiaoyao and Muen are comparable. But when it comes to teaching people, Muen can surpass Long Xiaoyao in eight streets!
There is no need to think about this anymore.
Long Xuan knelt down on his knees and saluted Mr. Mu.
Chapter completed!