Douluo's Night

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Jiang Mo spit out a mouthful of blood and was knocked straight away by the soul skill.

"Jiang Mo, defeated!" The middle-aged elder standing on the soul fighting platform coughed and made a big note in his notebook.

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the disciples in the audience burst into laughter.

"Look, this Jiang Mo has been defeated again."

"After all, it's Jiang Baibai. He hasn't won since he entered the sect."

"Obviously having two hundred-year soul rings is really a waste of the sect's resources."

Jiang Mo wiped the blood from his face, bit his lip and lowered his head.

"With your level of strength, you need to practice for more than ten years before you come back." The young man who won the soul fighting stage laughed, said with high spirits, and slowly left surrounded by the disciples.

The elder on the stage glanced at him silently, then turned and left.

It has been two years since this disciple named Jiang Mo joined the Qixia Sect. Although his soul power level has been raised to level 25, his mastery of soul skills has always been unqualified. He has been defeated in every battle and has always been an outer disciple.

Just now, he lost again.

Jiang Mo's sect ranking is at the bottom, which fits his name quite well, at the bottom.

Such a disciple would undoubtedly not be reused by the sect.

Seeing the people watching and laughing around him leaving one by one, Jiang Mo let out a sigh of relief, and his lower lip had been bitten with blood.

Then, he turned around and left, his back full of loneliness.

No one talked to him, and he had no friends in the sect. He was wasting his time in vain, which is Jiang Mo's current state.

After returning to his residence, Jiang Mo hammered the wooden pile with his fist. The wooden pile made a banging sound without any cracks.

The bitterness in his eyes became even stronger, and he sat cross-legged on the ground unwillingly and began to practice quietly.

Jiang Mo's martial spirit is the ghost dragon martial spirit. Although it is a ghost dragon, he can't even see the ghost dragon's shadow, let alone use soul skills.

When he used the soul skill, it was indeed successful, but it had no effect at all, and he had no ability to defeat the enemy at all.

In other words, he has only practiced soul power in Qixia Sect these years, but he has not practiced how to fight.

At some point, a black figure stood in front of him.

Jiang Mo felt the stranger's breath, immediately opened his eyes, and rolled up from the ground.

"Who are you? I don't remember having a sect disciple like you."

"Maybe I'm an elder?"

"Ha, there is such a young elder? Only a ghost can believe it." Jiang Mo snorted coldly and looked at the boy who was slightly older than him.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The boy in black took a step forward with a cold smile on his face and snorted.

The murderous intention was suddenly released at this moment, and Jiang Mo felt someone pinching his neck. For a moment, he felt difficulty breathing, his face turned pale, and his whole body was shaking.

"You... who are you..." Jiang Mo asked with difficulty. His legs were shaking, but he did not kneel down. He covered his throat and white foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Who am I? Of course I am the one who teaches you how to practice."

Jiang Mo felt relaxed all over, and then he couldn't help but fall to the ground, panting heavily, and feeling dizzy at the same time.

Survived, he actually survived, this was the only thought in Jiang Mo's mind.

"The character needs to be improved." Night squatted down, looked straight into his eyes, and murmured softly.

"You said you taught me how to practice? Even the elders of the sect can't teach me how to fight. What can you do?"

"It seems...you don't know anything."

"I...what can I know?" Jiang Mo yelled hoarsely, "I am the last, the bottom person, a soul master who can't even use soul skills, how can I fight!"

"You become my master, and I will teach you."

Ye Xi glanced at Jiang Mo lightly, stood up, turned around and left.

Jiang Mo gritted his teeth. Not long after the battle between heaven and man in his mind, he immediately knelt down and said, "Master, please teach me."

People with such terrifying murderous intent are naturally strong, Jiang Mo thought.

"Wise decision, then come with me."

Ye Shi didn't turn around, as if he didn't care about his apprenticeship at all, and walked towards the front door of the sect.

"who!"

His appearance immediately aroused the obstruction of the patrolling disciples. When they saw Jiang Mo following Ye Shi, a mocking smile appeared on their faces, "Hey, isn't this Jiang Mo? People like you actually have friends?"

Jiang Mo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

"To shut up."

Ye Zi snorted, and the disciple on duty immediately covered his stomach in pain and squatted down. After a while, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Walk."

Without even looking at the disciple, Ye Shi took Jiang Mo out of the main entrance of Qixia Sect openly.

"Thank you...Master...Master"

Jiang Mo's tone of calling Master was still a bit unfamiliar, and he clasped his fists and saluted into the night.

Ye Se said sideways, "You must avenge yourself."

"Your character is too tolerant." He frowned and said, "In the world of soul masters, everyone is fighting for their breath. Blindly forbearing will only hurt yourself."

"...Yes." Jiang Mo answered yes with a mixture of sourness in his heart as he woke up from a dream.

"Your name needs to be changed. From now on, you are no longer at the end, at the bottom." The two didn't leave for long before someone blocked their way.

"Elder..." Jiang Mo murmured.

"Have you taken us old guys seriously by kidnapping the disciples of our sect like this?" The old man said coldly, "I forgive you for being young and ignorant. If you let my sect disciples leave, How about I just pretend that nothing happened?"

Ye Zi suddenly laughed, "Only you, can you stop me?"

"How brave!"

The old man roared, a word "王" appeared on his forehead, and five soul rings appeared all over his body, white, yellow, yellow, purple and purple. Although the ratio was not the best, the aura of the five-ring soul king poured out without reservation. .

Jiang Mo felt it was difficult to breathe, but he still gritted his teeth and stood behind Ye Xi without retreating.

"So it is a third-rate sect after all. However, for the sake of a good young man, I will spare your life today."

Ye Xi sneered at the aura of the five-ringed soul king, and the elder angrily used his fifth soul skill and turned into a tiger shadow and rushed forward.

The night flickered casually, and several long silver whips shot out from the ground and trees, directly tying the elder in the air!

"It's just five rings." Five soul rings appeared around Ye Xi's body, yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black. The optimal ratio of soul rings made the elder's breathing stagnate.

"You...who are you? How could you have such a young soul king? Who are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary soul master."