Douluo: Spirit Hall Senior

"You two pack yourselves up quickly!" Su Yue pointed at Zhang Xing and said to Zhu Zhujin and Zhao Yingjie, "And this, pack him up and drag him to the training ground!"

"What are you doing here?" Yi Tian asked, "Do you want to do morning exercise with us?"

"It's you who do morning exercises with me!" Su Yue corrected, "You and I just go for a run and do push-ups. What kind of exercise can that do?"

"You have such a bad tone!" Yi Tian glanced at her, "Since you have to train, why don't you join your roommates? Are you having a conflict?"

"No, the people in our dormitory are all lazy and don't care about cultivation at all. You are the only ones who look more pleasing to the eye!" Su Yue said.

"Okay then. Since you look down on our morning exercises, what are you going to do?" Yi Tian asked.

"Humph, then come with me!" Su Yue waved her hand, "Let's go and drag this guy over." She pointed at Zhang Xing.

When he was dragged to the training room, Zhang Xing was already awake and was clasping his ears.

He muttered: "Boss Su, if you want me to do morning exercises, I must agree with both hands and feet, but you are going too far if you almost yelled out my ears!"

Su Yue glared at Zhang Xing so hard that he shut up immediately, smiled and stopped talking.

"It's started, it's started, today is our first morning exercise!" Su Yue was quite excited and very positive about morning exercises.

Yi Tian has always felt that morning exercises can help condense the team atmosphere.

Why is their dormitory more cohesive than other people's dormitories?

To a large extent, this is because everyone has been training each other and improving each other. Except for "pulling" together, everything else is a team effort.

Compared to the heartlessness of Zhang Xing and others, Yi Tian thought more. Douluo Continent has never been a place where one person can conquer the world.

Yi Tian still has some ideas that require the entire team to work together. At least it is necessary to fight for the next continent-wide high-level soul master competition.

The reward of three soul bones was not ordinary, and he had no intention of giving it up to the Shrek Seven Devils.

"Okay, let's report the number first!" Su Yue was still a little girl at heart.

"One!" she shouted first.

"Two!" The voice sounded like thunder, and the morning exercise was about to begin. Zhang Xing also cheered up, and his youthful excitement made Yi Tian want to give him a pot-head haircut like a kappa hairstyle.

"Three!" Zhu Zhujin also shouted, his voice was not quiet, but it was not powerful.

"Four!" Zhao Yingjie also responded.

"Five!" Yi Tian smiled. In the past, the most popular person in the group was Zhang Xing, but now there is another Su Yue.

Although this behavior seems a bit silly, it is shouted from a bunch of children to give people a cute feeling.

"We are soul masters, so morning training cannot be running, it must be real swordsmanship!" Su Yue pointed to the various equipment on both sides of the training ground.

"How to practice?" Zhang Xing touched the equipment around him, "We are soul masters, why do we practice this? Of course we need to practice soul power!"

He looked at Su Yue: "Come on, Boss Su, show your martial arts spirit, let's spar!"

He was very self-aware and did not challenge Yi Tian. The incident where Yi Tian cut off the arms of a senior student with two axes at the beginning of school left a deep impression on him.

Su Yue looked at Yi Tian and then at Zhang Xing: "Are you looking for a fight?"

"Hey, hey, don't think that you can defeat me if you are better at skills than me!" Zhang Xing sneered, "Let you see what it means to be immovable."

As he spoke, he showed his soul ring and summoned his martial soul, the twin mountain-shaking shields.

"Ignore them, you should train hard!" Yi Tian looked at Zhu Zhujin and Zhao Yingjie, "Why don't you two practice sparring? You are both of the agility and attack type, so you should be able to compete!"

"I, I can't beat Zhao Yingjie!" Zhu Zhujin was a little timid before fighting.

"You only need to practice if you can't beat me," Yi Tian smiled, "You have to work hard to challenge yourself!"

The soul power spurted out, and the yellow soul ring shimmered and rose from under her feet. Su Yue summoned her martial soul, and an umbrella appeared in her hand.

The color of the umbrella is pink, but the umbrella is not made of cloth, but is made of thousands of slender and curved blades. The blade is pink and the blade is white, shining with cold light.

"Boss Su, what kind of weird martial spirit are you talking about? The shape of this umbrella is a bit too scary!" Zhang Xing looked at the umbrella and stood up a little cold.

"My martial soul's name is Thousand-Blade Umbrella," Su Yue smiled slightly, "I am a control-type battle soul master. Come on, let me see how powerful your shield is?"

"Then I'm welcome," Zhang Xing took a deep breath, raised his energy, exploded with soul power, and rushed over in an instant.

There was no fancy test, he directly launched his thunder attack.

Although he didn't use soul power, Zhang Xing's body size and the impact force generated by Judun should not be underestimated.

"You dare to do it without using soul skills?" Su Yue snorted coldly, "Who do you look down on? The number one soul skill, the Umbrella of Death!"

Su Yue made a move with her little hand, and the Thousand-Blade Umbrella in her hand spun rapidly. The entire umbrella flashed with red light, and the soul power fluctuations spread out like ripples.

She waved at the charging Zhang Xing, and an umbrella-shaped red light burst out, like a cannonball, hitting Zhang Xing's giant shield.

"boom!"

Su Yue didn't move at all. Before Zhang Xing could get close, she was hit by her fatal umbrella and flew away. She was thrown away and sat down on the ground. She grinned in pain and looked at Su Yue in disbelief. .

Zhu Zhujin and Zhao Yingjie, who were sparring at the side, looked at this side in surprise.

"Is this an earthquake?" Zhu Zhujin muttered to himself.

"I'm afraid Zhang Xing won't be able to get out of bed for three days!" Zhao Yingjie couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and his eyes changed when he looked at Su Yue.

Yi Tian didn't pay attention to the two stunned idiots. Although Zhang Xing was blown away by Su Yue's blow, Zhang Xing's performance just now surprised him.

The details of the moment when Zhang Xing was blasted away by the Death Umbrella still remained in his mind.

If it were an ordinary person, even if the huge shield had blocked the attack of the beautiful umbrella, the impact of being blown away and hitting the ground should not be underestimated.

But Zhang Xing was different. When he was blasted into the air, his muscles all over his body instinctively contracted automatically to form protection, which alleviated most of the impact.

When he fell to the ground, he instinctively rolled three times, perfectly dissipating the last bit of impact.

So he looked miserable and embarrassed, but in fact he was not injured.

Yi Tian was a little surprised. He could see the details, but he couldn't do it himself.

He could only roll on the ground to cooperate, but there was nothing he could do to control his muscles to cooperate.

This set of flowing movements is more like a subconscious reaction than a deliberate move, purely instinctive.

This kind of instinct cannot be developed overnight. It should be the result of long-term training and still become a conditioned reflex.

He secretly thought, Zhang Xing was often beaten before? Otherwise, how could this rolling posture be so skillful that it makes people feel distressed?