Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

"What!" Tang San was a little resentful. He was both looked down upon and ridiculed.

Still in front of so many people.

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Although my martial soul is blue silver grass, it is still invincible in my hands!"

Tang San summoned the Blue Silver Grass he had just recovered, and two spirit rings slowly floated up, as if he was about to fight Meng Yiran.

"What a nonsense..." Wukong rolled his eyes, Tang San always felt that what the master said was right.

If you think about it, you can understand it if you study it carefully. For example, who can win in a fight between a ninety-level Blue Silver Grass soul master and a ninety-level Seven Kills Sword soul master?

Isn't this very obvious? Well, if the Seven Kills Sword restrains the Blue Silver Grass, then the Sky Ivy.

Tiandu Royal Academy's Zhilin Contra's martial spirit, the advanced plant-type martial spirit Tianqing Veng's light flexibility, is several times stronger than that of Blue Silver Grass.

And the premise is that the Blue Silver Grass soul master can practice to level 90.

Tang San can cultivate to level 90. In addition to his plug-ins, his martial spirit is not Blue Silver Grass at all. Of course your initial form of Blue Silver Emperor is qualified to BB here.

Moreover, it also has the ice and fire immunity abilities of the Star Anise Ice Grass and Fiery Apricot Jiaoshu, so it is no longer an ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

The lineage of Blue Silver Grass has also produced a top-level plant martial spirit like Blue Silver Emperor. If the Scarlet Flame Thorn Spirit Master from the Botanical Academy is her spirit, that lineage can have a spirit similar to the Scarlet Flame Thorn. The emperor's plant-type soul beast is definitely more powerful than the Blue Silver Emperor.

Blue Silver Grass is known as the most useless plant-type martial spirit. The ability of ordinary red flame thorns can crush more than half of Blue Silver Grass, let alone the emperors of two races and bloodlines.

Moreover, the sword spirit master in the second part of Douluo Dalu, Ji Juechen, this guy's talent can be said to be better than Chen Xin. In the end, if the iron sword spirit was not too useless, Ji Juechen would never stop here. .

On the contrary, some soul masters who work very hard are restricted because their martial souls are not strong enough. Therefore, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. This is completely fart!

It should be said that there are no useless soul masters, only useless martial spirits!

And your Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang, does have some attainments in martial arts, but Luo Sanpao's martial arts limits the master's abilities.

By saying this, aren't you slapping your own master in the face?

It can be seen from here that if Tang San only thinks about himself, can't you control the overall situation?

Why didn't you think that your words could point the finger at Yu Xiaogang?

I still don’t believe it when I say you only care about yourself.

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

"I want to see how strong your so-called Blue Silver Grass is."

Meng Yiran licked his lips, waved the snake staff in his hand, and two yellow soul rings slowly floated on his body.

"Meng Yiran, level 30, second-level great soul master, Martial Spirit Snake Blade!"

Meng Yiran pointed the snake blade at Tang San and reported his soul power level and martial spirit.

"Tang San, twenty-ninth level second-level great spirit master, martial spirit blue silver grass."

Tang San also reported his level and martial spirit.

Tang San was not afraid of Meng Yiran at all. Although there was only one level difference between level 29 and level 30, there was still a gap in soul power.

However, the difference between a great soul master and a soul master is the thousand-year soul ring. Now that Meng Yiran has not obtained the thousand-year soul ring, it is reasonable to say that his statistical strength is at the same level as Tang San.

So Tang San wasn't timid at all now, but was very motivated to fight.

"Wukong, what do you think Tang San's winning rate is?" Zhu Zhuqing silently retreated to the end to talk to Wukong, who had his back turned to them.

Wukong did not turn his head, but put his hands behind his back, as if everyone was drunk and I woke up.

"One hundred percent winning rate..." Wukong said leisurely.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Tang San could indeed defeat Meng Yiran now.

By coincidence, Meng Yiran heard Wukong's words.

She was looked down upon by a Blue Silver Grass spirit master and even challenged her, but now someone actually thought that this little Blue Silver Grass spirit master could beat her.

Meng Yiran became angry immediately. The blows from the group of people in front of him had already made Meng Yiran's mood unbearable.

Now Wukong said this again, Meng Yiran stretched the spearhead of the snake staff towards Wukong, gritted his teeth and said: "Hey! Why do you say that?"

"The quality of my martial spirit is much better than that of Blue Silver Grass. Why do I say he has a 100% winning rate?"

Wukong paused, "Oh, it's over. I shouldn't have said it if I knew it."

"Well, I'm just going to make a casual comment. You continue, you continue..." Wukong rubbed his nose in embarrassment, but his body still did not turn back.

Meng Yiran was furious when she saw Wukong's attitude. Now she didn't want to fight Tang San.

"You've been turning your back to us since just now, okay, then I won't fight this Blue Silver Grass spirit master now!" Meng Yiran curled his lips and looked away from Tang San.

I originally thought that fighting Tang San was just bullying him, and I was afraid of being laughed at by others if I won, but now I finally had someone else to vent my anger on.

"You! Turn around..." Meng Yiran said to Wukong in a commanding tone.

Wukong's face turned dark. He was really hiding for what he was doing. Wukong turned his body and came to Meng Yiran in a blink of an eye.

This time Wukong startled Meng Yiran, and only then did Meng Yiran see Wukong's face clearly.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but his stern appearance also has a hint of childishness and cuteness, a mixture of half wolfdog, half puppy and a little silly.

Wukong's face appeared, and combined with his strong figure, Meng Yiran blushed.

She felt like she had lost her composure just now, talking to such a handsome guy like this was a bit...

"You~" Meng Yiran was a little shy, and she looked like a shrew just now.

Snake Woman also noticed the change in Meng Yiran's expression, and sighed softly. Sure enough, the female university is not good at staying!

Meng Yiran quickly regained consciousness, raised his head proudly and said to Wukong:

"I want to fight you!"

Shrek and the others looked at Meng Yiran in surprise.

Oscar almost cried with joy and teased Meng Yiran: "Are you sure you have to fight him?"

"If it doesn't work, you can just let me beat you!"

The snake woman glared Oscar back, scaring him so much that he immediately lost his temper.

Meng still ignored Oscar, because now her eyes were only on Wukong.

Tang San shook his head. It seemed that his martial spirit was indeed looked down upon by others, and his power was even crushed by Sun Wukong.

"Looking at your figure, you must be a fighting soul master. What level are you at?"

Seeing that Meng Yiran had asked him, Wukong had no choice but to reply: "No more, no more, it's only level 35."

"Level 35? Are you kidding me?" Meng Yiran looked at Wukong like this.

"Level 35!" Snake Woman was also a little shocked. Why didn't Meng Yiran choose the Blue Silver Grass soul master instead of this soul master who looked very powerful?

"How old are you?" Meng Yiran began to wonder about Wukong's age. If Wukong was older than himself, maybe Meng Yiran could still bear it.

Wukong's height is now 1.8 meters, and it seems that he has not changed since he first entered the Spirit Hall.

It still seems to us that Goku is older than her.

"I'm 12 years old. Does my figure make you think I'm older than you?" Wukong put his hands on his chest and looked at Meng Yiran with a half-smile. \u003c!--over--\u003e