Zongheng Douluo: My martial spirit is a tailed beast

Chapter 197 The God-Bestowed Soul Bone of Wuhun Temple
"Soul master competition, I don't know, I probably won't participate, after all, this competition is meaningless to me." Feng Yi shrugged and said: "With my current strength, unless I meet a soul sage, I will be crush it."

"Indeed, among the younger generation in our Spirit Hall, there should be no one else who can compete with you, Xiao Yi, except me." Qian Renxue smiled confidently.

"Are you also considered the younger generation?" Feng Yi subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that, do I look big?" Hearing Feng Yi's words, Qian Renxue's embroidered eyebrows were also slightly tufted, and she pursed her lips in a rare pose of a little girl, very cute moving.

"Eh..." Qian Renxue said this, Feng Yi glanced at it subconsciously, and the waves on her chest coughed lightly: "It's really big..."

Feng Yi's gaze was naturally noticed by Qian Renxue, but Qian Renxue just blushed slightly and spat softly: "What are you looking at~"

"Cough cough! That... then this soul master competition, will you participate?" Feng Yi quickly shifted his gaze and changed the topic accordingly.

"No, let's not say that I can't get away here. It's only half a year before the start of this competition. By then, my age will exceed the upper limit of the competition, so I won't be able to participate." Qian Renxue smiled. Er smiled and said truthfully.

"Is that so...huh? Are you 24?" Hearing these words, Feng Yi instantly grasped the point of the words. After more than half a year, the age exceeded the entry limit, that is to say, Qian Renxue now has 24 years old.

"What's wrong with 24? You're not old at 24, it's the time of your youth!" As soon as Feng Yi said this, Qian Renxue said immediately.

"No, no, you look only eighteen, I'm just surprised by this." Looking at Qian Renxue who wanted to jump straight up, Feng Yi hastily smiled wryly.

"Xiao Yi... do you care about age?" Qian Renxue asked cautiously as if thinking of something.

"Age doesn't matter..." Looking at the charming Qian Renxue in front of him, Feng Yi muttered subconsciously, but he quickly realized: "Ahem! So what... let's talk about business, aren't we here?" Are you talking about the soul master contest!"

But apparently Feng Yi's murmur did not escape Qian Renxue's hearing, the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth raised an imperceptible arc, and then said: "However, Xiao Yi, although this competition is too easy for you, But I still recommend you to participate."

"Why? Even if I win the championship, I only have three soul bones, and I have no shortage of soul bones." Feng Yi said directly.

"After you arrive at the Hall of Spirits, I will ask Grandpa to accept you as a disciple. In addition to the relationship between you and Bibi Dong, as long as you show your talent a little, the Hall of Spirits will probably take out our soul bones from the bottom of the box. " Qian Renxue said truthfully.

"The soul bones at the bottom of the box?" Feng Yi frowned slightly, now all of his soul bones are external soul bones, and there are not many serious soul bones.

"Well, I heard that besides the angel god, there is another god-given soul bone in our Wuhun Temple, but there is only one." Qian Renxue said seriously: "Although I don't know what god it is, but I also listen to Grandpa I said it once, I will help you please grandpa, as long as you win the game then, it will be fine."

"This...you don't want to?" Feng Yi looked at Qian Renxue who was thinking of himself very much, and asked Feng Yi with a strange expression.

"You should know that I'm using an angel soul bone, which is a set of gods, and cannot be fused with other soul bones. Instead of giving it to others, I'd rather give it to you." Qian Renxue smiled sweetly, as if it was a matter of course generally.

"..." Feng Yi looked at Qian Renxue, his expression was also very strange, and he thought: "God Rakshasa... What did you do to Qian Renxue..."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Feng Yi didn't bother to say anything, and directly accepted Qian Renxue's kindness.

"You and I... don't need to be so polite." Qian Renxue smiled lightly.

"By the way, Qian Renxue...Xiaoxue." Feng Yi, who was about to continue calling her full name, quickly changed his words after seeing Qian Renxue's resentful eyes: "Do you know which four sects are the next four sects?" Door? Do you have their address?"

"The next four sects are the White Tiger Sect, the Elephant Armor Sect, the Wind Sword Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect. They are all in different countries. Although they are sects, they are completely unable to compare with the three sects, let alone our martial arts sect. Soul Palace." Qian Renxue thought for a while and said.

"Is that so... what about the address? If there is a chance, I would like to take a look." Feng Yi continued to ask.

"Why do you want their addresses? They are all useless sects." Qian Renxue asked a little puzzled, but she still took out a pen and paper and wrote the address.

"These small sects are useless anyway. I was bored that day, so I went to occupy one for fun, and the whole small sect would have fun."

(End of this chapter)