Douluo: left-handed golden cudgel right-handed Pangu axe

Chapter 14 If you keep asking this question, believe it or not, you will die?
"Boy, what is your martial soul skill?"

Enduring the pain, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help asking Mo Lang curiously.

Only this time, his eyes were obviously very alert.

If this kid said it was dangerous again, he would definitely not believe in evil.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would be played to death by this kid instead of being poisoned to death.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang whose mouth was bleeding all the time, Mo Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but said: "Master, you are already like this, so you should talk less, wait for Tang San to absorb the spirit ring, put the soul ring in your body Can't you live a good life after the poison is removed?"

"..."

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a while, but when he thought that Mo Lang's two spirit rings were both ten thousand year spirit rings, something that broke his cognition, as a scholar, he was curious.

The reason why he was so curious was because when Mo Lang's soul ring appeared, the scene of those two huge apes made his heart itch.

So I still couldn't help but said: "Don't blot your ink, boy, if you don't say it, I will feel even more uncomfortable in my heart."

"Okay, since you want to know, let me tell you." Mo Lang saw that the other party was so persistent, and he was fine anyway, so he showed you his real skills.

Look well and study hard.

Mo Lang bent down and rolled up his trousers. Just as he was about to pluck his leg hair, he realized that he was less than 8 years old and had snarky leg hair!

Fortunately, I am still young, so I don't have the trouble of moving my hairline or going bald.

So Mo Lang carefully pulled out one of his hairs, then mobilized his soul power to blow hard, and the hair in his hand split into two with a bang under the inspiration of the soul power.

Immediately afterwards, two people who looked exactly like Mo Lang appeared beside Mo Lang.

It's just that when these two clones appeared, Mo Lang could clearly feel that his soul power was constantly passing away.

He estimated that all his current soul power could only last about half an hour for two clones.

So he moved his mind to make one of them disappear, and the speed of the passage of soul power was doubled as expected.

It seems that with a clone, he can last for an hour.

If my strength improves, can I keep the avatar for a longer time?

But Mo Lang quickly denied this inference himself.

Because with the improvement of his strength, the soul power has become stronger, but the strength possessed by the avatar will also become stronger.

So there's a good chance this time is flat.

That is to say, no matter what state you are in, with one clone, you can last for an hour.

That is to say, if he reaches Title Douluo, he can only last for 6 minutes if all ten clones come out together.

But that's enough.

If his avatar can reach 6% of his own strength, he can completely crush any Title Douluo in [-] minutes.

Not to mention that my first soul ring was the ten thousand year soul ring, the improvement in overall strength brought to me was completely beyond the reach of ordinary people's great soul masters.

Take Yu Xiaogang for example, now I feel that I can easily crush him to death.

Thinking of this, Mo Lang couldn't help but give him a sideways glance.

Hmph, you little scumbag.

"Boy, are you scolding me?"

Yu Xiaogang, who was shocked by Mo Lang's soul ability, was immediately stimulated by Mo Lang's eyes.

"No, how is it possible."

Mo Lang withdrew his gaze and quickly denied it.

It's not that he's cowardly.

It was because he was afraid that Yu Xiaogang would be mad at him to death.

After all, Yu Xiaogang is notoriously hypocritical!

To die is to face and suffer.

"How much strength can your avatar possess? How many avatars can you have now? How long can one avatar last?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't want to entangle Mo Lang too much about whether he despised him, but was curious about the strength of the opponent's clone.

"Currently, the strength is 50.00%. Two avatars, one avatar can last for an hour. If there are two, the time will be halved. However, my teacher said that the strength and number of avatars can increase with the improvement of strength, but the time will not change. "Mo Lang has nothing to hide from the other party.

The ten-thousand-year soul ring has been shown to the other party, and I am still afraid that the other party will betray me?
"It should be so. After all, with the increase in the number and strength of the clones, the soul power required to maintain the clones will also increase accordingly. This is the law of conservation of soul power."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, watching Mo Lang tell himself the truth, he was still very moved.

Because this shows that the other party trusts him, and it also shows that the other party is not afraid of being exposed at all.

Obviously his teacher is not only powerful in theoretical knowledge, but also absolutely unfathomable in strength. After all, being able to seriously injure two ten thousand year soul beasts so quickly is enough to show that his teacher is much stronger than ten thousand year soul beasts!

But even if the other party doesn't have a strong master, he will not betray the other party.

Because of Tang San's existence, he could already fulfill his dream, and Tang San obeyed Mo Langyan, so he couldn't dig his own grave.

The stronger Mo Lang was, the safer Tang San would be if he didn't grow up.

From the fact that Mo Lang dared to come here the first time he obtained the spirit ring, it could be seen that the other party was very concerned about Tang San's safety.

It's just that Tang San's talent is not bad, why does the opponent's master only accept Mo Lang but not Tang San?
The master raised his doubts again.

When Mo Lang saw Yu Xiaogang asking this question, he actually had an excuse, and pretended to be mysterious and said: "You will know soon."

Seeing that Mo Lang didn't want to talk about it, Yu Xiaogang also wisely didn't continue to ask, but felt that Mo Lang was really like a cunning adult sometimes, but his inconspicuous temperament was like a child.

He remembered Mo Lang's second ten-thousand-year soul ring, and then smelled it: "What is the skill of your second soul ring, can I have a look?"

Mo Lang nodded and said: "The skill of my second spirit ring is not an offensive skill, but a passive skill, which can avoid evil, perceive danger and treasure, but the range in front of me is only twenty kilometers. But with the improvement of strength, this range will also become larger.”

"Fuck!"

Originally thought that Mo Lang's first spirit ring was abnormal, but he didn't expect this second skill to be even more abnormal!
Sensing danger is already abnormal, but in the end, it can also sense treasures. This is simply a good helper for expeditions!

Thinking of this, the way Yu Xiaogang looked at Mo Lang completely changed.

Wouldn't it be a waste of money to take him with you on a treasure hunt in the future?
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help asking curiously: "Can you sense if there is any danger or treasure nearby?"

"..."

Mo Lang glanced angrily at Yu Xiaogang whose face had turned into a pig liver color. Did this old boy regard himself as a treasure hunting mouse?

So, he said angrily: "Baby, I didn't perceive it, but I know, if you keep asking this question, you will die, believe it or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang passed out.

This startled Mo Lang.

I'm not seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, this is simply saying what you say!

Feeling touched Yu Xiaogang's pulse, fortunately he still has breath, as for whether Tang San can persist until Tang San wakes up, it depends on his own luck.

Who told the other party to be poisoned? There are still so many problems.

(End of this chapter)