Douluo soul bone boy

In the Star Forest, Flanders led Zhao Wuji and others to search for the third soul ring for the master.

The master wants a soul beast with dragon attributes, but such soul beasts are generally rare. The master stood in front of a three-thousand-year-old dragon-patterned bamboo, holding his chin and thinking.

Ever since the day after being drunk with Flanders, the ice on Master's face has been melting away, and after a week, Master will smile.

"Flanders, if it doesn't work out, let's go with the Dragon Pattern Bamboo." The master felt that Flanders and the others had worked too hard to find dragon-attributed soul beasts that were around a thousand years old, so they might as well make do with this.

"If you can't find it, then consider this. We have to keep looking." Flanders spread his wings again and flew into the blue sky to look for the dragon-type soul beast.

"Xiao Mang, what do you think of this Dragon Pattern Bamboo?" The only two people left in the camp were the master and Li Mang.

"Master, you have become a lot more cheerful recently." Li Mang felt that Master had a tendency to become a chatterbox recently.

"Haha, Xiao Mang, come here, the teacher will check your soul power again." The master said and grabbed Li Mang's wrist. I am going to explore again why Li Mang can re-condensate soul bones from soul beast corpses.

"Sorry to interrupt, Master, can you come out and take a look at this white dragon fish?" Zhao Wuji poked his head into the tent.

"Yeah, come out right now." The master let go of Li Mang's hand.

During the period from Shrek to the Star Dou Forest, the master used all kinds of methods to study Li Mang, and he almost cut Li Mang into slices. At the end of each study, Li Mang would be tortured so much. Now, every time Li Mang hears that the master is going to test him, he can't help but tremble.

"This white dragon fish is a spirit beast from around 1700. The whiskers are slightly longer and there are two protrusions on the head. This is the evolutionary direction of horns. The fish scales are also starting to get bigger, which proves that this fish has dragon blood. Rich." The master nodded while analyzing, feeling that this soul beast would definitely suit him very well.

"Then I looked for this dragon's blood tree in vain." Flanders came back carrying a big tree dripping with red blood.

"No need, this white dragon fish is great. I decided that this is my third soul ring." The master was a little nervous because he had not absorbed a soul ring for more than ten years.

The master inserted a knife into the fish's head. The fish flopped twice and died, and then a purple soul ring appeared on the fish.

For a master as skilled as a scientific researcher, he would certainly be able to absorb soul rings without incident.

"Xiao Gang, what kind of soul skill is this?" Flanders looked at the red-faced master, thinking that the master was excited after absorbing the third soul ring.

"Don't leave it here." The master's still stiff cheeks twitched.

"Come on, we all want to take a look." Li Mang and Zhao Wuji began to make noises.

"Okay then, stay away." The master released the lovely Luo Sanpao. Luo Sanpao, who had absorbed the third soul ring, was obviously much bigger, and had two bulges on his forehead, and also appeared on his body. Fine scales.

"The farts are like ice crystals, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, Bingluo Sanpao." The cute Luo Sanpao ejected blue gas. The direction Luo Sanpao aimed at was destroyed in a fan shape, trees collapsed, and the land seemed to have been turned over. It's the same, and there's a thick layer of ice on the ground.

"Master, why do you still fart after three cannon attacks? This time it's blue and the first soul skill is yellow. Is it possible that in the Nine Rings Titled Douluo, three cannons can fart in seven colors?" Li Mang took the lead and laughed.

"Humph." The master proudly returned to the tent.

"Xiao Mang, work." Flanders took advantage of the master to absorb the soul ring and put the body of the white dragon fish into the soul guide.

"Okay, teacher."

This time, a thousand-year-old left arm bone came out. When the left arm bone was pulled out from the white dragon fish's spine, everyone's minds were confused. Fish, why do you still have arms?

Flanders and his party quickly returned to Shrek Academy because they had been wasted a lot of time exploring Li Mang's ability to obtain soul bones. A lot of the teachings given to Qin Ming and others have been wasted, and Li Mang's abilities have been explored and matured.

……

"Well, where is this?" When Li Mang woke up the next day, he found himself lying in Flanders' bedroom.

After walking out of the bedroom and looking at Qin Ming and Ai Wei who were fighting in the training ground, Li Mang greeted them cheerfully.

"Brother Xiao Mang, long time no see." Ivy picked up Li Mang and rubbed Li Mang's little head.

"Haha, sister Ivy's soul power has increased again."

"Hahaha, little guy, you are so cute. Teacher, give Xiao Mang some jelly beans." Ivy shouted to Xin Xin who was passing by.

"Children can't eat too much sweets." After saying this, Xin Xin went to the river to wash clothes with the bucket in her arms.

"By the way, Master, have you started giving lessons?" Li Mang suddenly remembered that a professor-level figure came to his college.

"Yeah. Come on, the class taught by the master is really interesting. All problems are not a problem to him." Ivy showed her admiration for the master.

"Xiao Mang, the boss is looking for you." Zhao Wuji walked toward Li Mang in the center of the training ground.

"Teacher, what do you want from me?" What could make Zhao Wuji so anxious?

"The boss said he found a way to train his mental power."

"What? Did the teacher really find it?" Li Mang looked at Zhao Wuji in surprise. After all, no one likes to waste time in coma.

Li Mang hurriedly ran to Flanders' office. At this time, Flanders was sitting at the desk and the master was sitting on the chair. The two were discussing something.

"Xiao Mang is here, come and sit down." Flanders called Li Mang to his side. Li Mang sat down.

"Xiao Mang, Zhao Wuji has told you." The master's zombie face has begun to melt, and there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"He said you have found a way to improve your spiritual power."

"Yes, I did find it." Flanders ended the topic.

"What method?"

"I have studied soul masters whose martial souls are related to their spiritual power. They have no way to improve their spiritual power. But their spiritual power will be much stronger than ordinary people. I combined them with They finally found a common cultivation method. That is to visualize one's own martial spirit through inner vision." The master spread out several research and investigation materials on Flanders' table.

"Master, do you mean to visualize my own martial spirit?" It was a bit high-end, and Li Mang didn't understand much of it, but he had read a lot of novels about his previous life, so he could still associate a lot with the word "contemplate".

"No. It's not your martial spirit, but a pattern I found someone to copy. It depicts Sword Douluo Chenxin." The master opened a scroll of paintings and hung it on the wall.

A faint murderous aura emanates faintly through the pen and ink.

"Teacher, this painting is too vivid." Li Mang looked at Flanders in surprise.

After all, they were master and apprentice, and Flanders immediately understood what Li Mang meant.

"The master bought it for you. I didn't pay for it. This painting is too expensive." Flanders looked slightly embarrassed.

"It's not important. The soul bone you gave me, Xiaomang, changed me. So this scroll is my return gift." There was a smile on the master's zombie face.

"Thank you, master. I'll go back and try it now." Li Mang rolled up the painting and took it to Flanders' bedroom. Hang the picture on the wall and stare hard at the picture.

Half a day later...

"My eyes!" Li Mang stared so hard that his eyes were swollen, but it still had no effect at all. The murderous aura in the painting was almost gone, and Li Mang's mental strength did not improve at all.

"Am I going to study in the wrong direction?" The master pinched his chin in embarrassment and left Flanders' bedroom.