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Chapter 15 Yu Xiaogang who was beaten in the face

"Another hundred-year soul ring." The crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

In the presence, including Tang San, all the students were looking at Lan Si and Xiao Wu attentively, waiting for their fight, their eyes were full of brilliance. You must know that battles between soul masters are rare.

Tang San looked at Lan Si's soul ring, with a solemn look in his eyes.

He relied on the silent sleeve arrows and the Tang Sect's unique skills to kill the Black Mamba snake. How did Lan Si obtain this century-old spirit ring?

"Let's take action." Lan Si's face remained as usual and he waved to Xiao Wu calmly.

Xiaowutu bit her red lip with her teeth, kicked the ground with her right foot, jumped up high, and pounced towards Lan Si.

Lan Si knew that she wanted to use her best close combat skills. Although Lan Si was not afraid, how could he let her do so?

Qing Lian with his right hand was thrown violently, aiming directly at Xiao Wu's face.

Taking advantage of the moment when Qinglian blocked Xiao Wu's sight, Lan Si quickly disappeared from the spot.

Xiao Wu also didn't expect that Lan Si's martial spirit could actually be used like Tang San's hidden weapon. If he was hit by Qinglian, he wouldn't be seriously injured, but this pretty little face was destined to suffer.

Immediately, he leaned back, flipped two somersaults in the air, returned to the ground, looked ahead again, and found that Lan Si was no longer there.

"Xiao Wu, be careful behind you." Tang San, who was quietly watching the battle, suddenly said.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu hurriedly turned her head to dodge.

The next moment, a fist grazed her ear, and the cold wind caused pain to her eardrums.

"asshole."

"The first soul skill, waist bow."

Another sneak attack, Xiao Wu couldn't bear it anymore, and while throwing out the scorpion braid from behind, she jumped up again, and the yellow soul ring on her body instantly lit up.

Lan Si's lips curled up with a hint of pride, he had been waiting for now.

While retreating to avoid Xiao Wu's scorpion braid, the yellow soul ring on his body lit up almost at the same time.

"The first soul skill, Qinglian Assault."

The Qinglian martial spirit that was previously thrown into the air by Lan Si was divided into eight pieces and turned into eight sharp blades that stabbed Xiao Wu.

"Ah..." Xiao Wu screamed. At this moment, she had just used her first soul skill, and her body was still in the air. She couldn't use her strength to dodge. Facing the eight sharp blades coming towards her, she had to close her eyes in fear.

Upper eyes.

The onlookers' mouths were so frightened that they opened their mouths in an O shape. If they were stabbed, they would not be beaten into pieces.

Can you still live?

Tang San also had a solemn expression on his face. While opening the Purple Demon Eye, he reached his waist with both hands.

Although he and Xiao Wu have not yet become brothers and sisters, they have made a vow that "if I want to hurt you, I will step over my body first."

But after getting along with her for a few days, Xiao Wu's liveliness and cuteness had already infected his heart, so he couldn't just watch Xiao Wu die.

Just as Tang San's right hand sank into his waist, intending to take out a hidden weapon from the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridges to change the trajectory of Lan Si's Green Lotus Blade, his Purple Demon Eyes discovered that Lan Si's blade had suddenly changed its trajectory.

"Puff..."

A series of piercing sounds were heard, and Xiao Wu's whole body was embedded in the grass in a large shape. At this moment, her braids, limbs and cuffs were all nailed to the ground by the Qinglian blade, and the remaining three blades stayed in her throat and eyes.

Location.

Seeing this scene, the whole playground fell into a dead silence.

After a while, Lan Si was the first to break the silence and suddenly said: "How about it, little rabbit, do you want to admit defeat?"

Xiao Wu was also frightened and turned pale. Seeing that the imagined pain did not come, and hearing Lan Si's words, she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the sharp blade between her eyes and between her throat and eyebrows, she was instantly frightened.

Not daring to move, he responded hastily: "I give up, I give up, take this thing away quickly."

Lan Si made a move with his hand, and the eight sharp blades automatically flew into the sky above his palm, reuniting into the martial soul Qinglian.

He took a deep look at Xiao Wu on the ground and Tang San with a solemn expression beside him. Without saying anything, he took the martial spirit into his body, turned around and walked quickly to the cafeteria. He hadn't eaten all day, but he was starving.

Looking at Lan Si's leaving figure, the students continued to remain silent for a moment, but Xiao Chenyu couldn't help but speak first, exclaiming: "Awesome, who is this new student? He is even more powerful than Xiao Wu, hurry up, let's follow

Go over and he will be our boss from now on."

Lan Si easily defeated Xiao Wu, and now Xiao Chenyu, Sister Xiao Wu, stopped shouting and followed him with all the senior students.

Only the working-study students who haven't recovered yet are left behind.

As for Tang San, he approached Xiao Wu, and after confirming that she was not injured, he said a few words of comfort, then turned around and ran quickly towards the dormitory building.

He is going to ask his teacher Yu Xiaogang.

Why is Lan Si able to acquire such powerful skills despite being a support system?

This aroused Tang San's strong curiosity.

Tang San even felt that Lan Si's soul ring skill seemed to be prepared for Tang Sect disciples.

If he cooperates with the Tang Sect's hidden weapon techniques, even he, a talented disciple who has practiced the Tang Sect's unique skills, will not be able to resist it.

.........

The college playground is not far from the cafeteria. After Lan Si finished lunch, he dismissed Xiao Chenyu and his group who were following closely, and went to the college library.

He already has plans for the next few years.

In the evening, practice the Holy Qiankun Gong and Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Techniques to temper your soul power.

During the day, I will carry out physical strengthening training, practice the martial arts moves attached to the Holy Universe Kung Fu and the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Techniques, study the theory of soul masters, and go to the blacksmith shop to forge iron.

His second martial spirit is a hammer, and he must master the corresponding hammer technique, and Tang San's random cloak is undoubtedly Lan Si's best option.

By observing Tang San's use of Chaotic Cloak and Blacksmithing, he learned secretly.

But all of this still needs to wait until Tang San goes to work in the blacksmith shop.

.........

On the other side, Tang San has returned to Yu Xiaogang's residence.

Because he helped Tang San hunt for the soul ring, he was poisoned by the black mamba snake's venom. At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's body still has not regained the ability to move, and he is bedridden.

Seeing Tang San go and come back, Yu Xiaogang asked with a smile: "What's wrong, Xiao San? Have you completed the soul master registration so quickly?"

Tang San walked to the table and made a cup of hot tea for Yu Xiaogang, and respectfully asked: "Teacher, I just saw Lan Si's first soul skill."

Yu Xiaogang said "Oh", took the hot tea and blew it lightly, and said confidently: "How about it, is it to increase the soul power or to cure it?"

Tang San shook his head: "None of them, but a very powerful attack-type soul skill. It can turn the green lotus into eight flying knives to attack the enemy at an extremely fast speed. An ordinary first-level soul master, unless it is the defense type you mentioned,

, otherwise it would be almost difficult to resist.”

"What is the color of his soul ring?" Yu Xiaogang's expression froze and he asked quickly.

"Yellow hundred-year spirit ring." Tang San responded.

The corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched, recalling the scene in front of Tang San when he vowed to let Lan Si absorb the ninety-year-old soul power holy wood. His cheeks began to heat up, and he instantly felt like he was being slapped in the face.

Damn it, if I had known better, I wouldn't have taken him to the Soul Hunting Forest.
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