The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 11
"Congratulations to the War Soul Sect Magenta Demon for winning five consecutive life and death rounds!"

Overnight, Wang Xiaoming won three soul fights and five life-and-death rounds, and he was still in high spirits.

When Wang Xiaoming returned to Shrek Academy, there was a clanging sound from the academy, and Wang Xiaoming knew that it was the assembly bell, so he hurried to the big playground.

When they came to the playground, seven students had already stood up. There were two people Wang Xiaoming had never seen before, but after careful calculation, that fat man was Ma Hongjun, and that handsome guy was probably Oscar.

In front of the seven people was a man who looked to be in his fifties, with a strong build and a characteristically long face. His chin protruded forward, his cheekbones were wide, his face was flat, and his nose was aquiline. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses with rigid square frames.

Wang Xiaoming immediately recognized him as Flender the four-eyed owl.

Wang Xiaoming leaped vigorously, and jumped to the far right of the team, next to Tang San.

The seven people were taken aback and looked at Wang Xiaoming in astonishment, not knowing where he came from.

And Flender's eagle eyes saw clearly, and he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Very good, everyone is here."

Then the face became serious, and a hoarse voice sounded: "This year is very good, we have five more little monsters. I, Shrek Academy Dean Flender, welcome you on behalf of the academy. Later, each of you Pay one hundred gold coins to Teacher Li who is in charge of finances..."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming thought for a while. Originally, he wanted to hand in all seven people, but he thought of Flender's stinginess. He was afraid that once he handed in, he would get worse.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and dismissed the thought.

Flender walked up to Wang Xiaoming with a sly look on his face, and said, "Because you are late, you have to pay an extra [-] gold soul coins. This is a school rule and no excuses are allowed!"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming was already prepared, and without hesitation, he took out a bag of [-] gold soul coins and handed it to Flender.

Flender was surprised. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions. He opened the bag, glanced at it, and hung it by his waist.

As the owner of the Zijin Fighting Soul Badge, Wang Xiaoming didn't play a life-and-death game. According to the betting contract of the life-and-death game, the winner could take half of the property of the loser's relics, so Wang Xiaoming was not short of money at all.

Then Flender left Tang San, Oscar and Ning Rongrong behind, and let Wang Xiaoming and others leave.

Wang Xiaoming knew that it was time for Ning Rongrong to reveal her true colors.

For some reason, Wang Xiaoming was still a little excited, and Wang Xiaoming quickly shook his head, throwing this strange thought out of his mind.

……

As night fell, Flender looked at the eight students in front of him.

"Oscar, have you finished twenty laps?" Flender began to question Oscar and Ning Rongrong.

Wang Xiaoming knew at this moment that Ning Rongrong had begun to reveal her witch nature.

Sure enough, Ning Rongrong and Flender had a quarrel, and Flender walked to Wang Xiaoming's side first.

"Although I don't know much about Xiao Ming's situation, I know that he was just 11 years old, and his spirit is driven by the emperor's horse. He is now level 42, and he has two century-old spirit rings and two thousand-year spirit rings. Did you break through the bottleneck of level 11 at the age of [-]?"

Flender was shocked, and the seven people were shocked when they heard Wang Xiaoming's age.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. Others thought there was a turning point, but Wang Xiaoming said slowly, "I am now level 43."

It was Versailles!
"You've upgraded again? Well, well, you're a genius." Flender laughed and patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder vigorously.

Flender said to Ning Rongrong again: "See, even if someone can surpass Xiao Ming, it's definitely not you. Dai Mubai, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who are less than twelve years old, have already reached The level of a 29th level great soul master, as for Dai Mubai, let alone more."

Flender introduced the rest of them, leaving Ning Rongrong speechless.

Ning Rongrong's complexion looked a little pale, and suddenly he burst into tears, turned around and ran towards his dormitory.

After a while of pleasantries, everyone came to the teahouse.

"Xiao Ming, are you still thinking about Ning Rongrong?" Flender saw that Wang Xiaoming was absent-minded, even the teacup was tilted, and the tea was about to flow out.

"Ah...no." Wang Xiaoming shook his head, even if he cared about Ning Rongrong, he would not think so deeply about her, after all, their relationship is not so good yet.

It's just that Wang Xiaoming is thinking about how to improve his strength faster.

Wang Xiaoming was the first to think of the passionate form of the emperor's horse, which is the purple lamp. Once he reaches that form, his strength will increase exponentially.

Then get the cards of each knight, which is very beneficial to both the enemy and yourself.

Does Zi Deng want Wang Xiaoming to destroy the world?

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help shivering, his own strength has not yet reached the time when he can fight against all the knights.

It seems that we can only collect knight cards.

Wang Xiaoming looked around at the seven people, took out a mirror, pretended to comb their hair, and then quietly unfolded the dimensional wall to test them.

Flender and Oscar didn't respond, while the other five reacted strongly.

"What kind of gentleman do you pretend to be? Why do you wear such short hair?" Xiao Wu stood up and took the mirror from Wang Xiaoming's hand.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San wanted to reprimand Xiao Wu, but seeing Xiao Wu combing her hair by herself, coupled with Wang Xiaoming's indifferent expression, he could only sigh deeply, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ming..." Tang San paused, suddenly remembered that Wang Xiaoming was only 11 years old, the youngest here, but also the highest.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming said straightforwardly: "In the world of soul masters, strength is the most important thing. You call me brother Xiaoming, it's not bad at all."

Having said that, a few people are still a little unconvinced.

"But strength is strength, and the gap in experience cannot be made up by soul power." As the oldest one, Dai Mubai was naturally not convinced.

Dai Mubai is very confident, in terms of theory, he has read the books in the imperial collection, in terms of combat, he has fought 56 ​​times in the spirit fighting arena, plus the usual training, he is invincible.

But what Dai Mubai didn't expect was that Wang Xiaoming had experienced more than him, with richer experience.

"Okay, okay, our first class is over there." Flender acted as a peacemaker, and then pointed to the Soto Great Spirit Arena.

Then he started to explain. After Flender finished explaining, Wang Xiaoming suddenly thought of a rare opportunity.

"Dai Mubai, how about we make a bet?" Wang Xiaoming said with a cunning face.

"What bet?" Dai Mubai looked at Wang Xiaoming.

For some reason, the look in Wang Xiaoming's eyes made Dai Mubai feel terrified.

"Whoever wins ten consecutive victories first, the reward is to make the other party agree to one thing, how about it?" Wang Xiaoming said quietly.

Dai Mubai thought for a while, with Wang Xiaoming's spirit power of level 43, there are many people with higher spirit power than him, in comparison, he still has an advantage.

Dai Mubai nodded, expressing agreement.

Flender looked at them with great interest and did not stop them.

(End of this chapter)