Black and White Douluo

After completing the soul master registration and returning to the soul master academy of Wuhun Palace, Luo Qianqiu rarely started practicing immediately, but calmly looked at the lake and thought.

A sudden breeze ripples the lake water, and from time to time you can see fish jumping out of the water happily. The sun is setting at this moment, and the mountains and forests of the Soul Master Academy are already covered with red, and the autumn mood is cool.

"How can I make my martial soul have some stronger attack methods?"

Luo Qianqiu frowned and muttered to himself.

Suddenly a strong wind hit, and the fallen leaves in late autumn were swept up one after another. The strong wind hit Luo Qianqiu's face painfully.

"Yes, clouds are also a type of gas. Just compress the cloud gas and cut it. Why am I so stupid?"

Luo Qianqiu raised his right hand and slapped his head in annoyance, with a look of confusion on his face.

I saw the cloud energy in Luo Qianqiu's right hand gradually gathering, but this time it no longer spread to the surroundings, but sharply compressed and recompressed. However, soon the cyclone in Luo Qianqiu's right hand broke free uncontrollably and spilled away.

"No, I have to control my strength before trying again."

Luo Qianqiu was not upset after the failure. After all, the best way to get along is through practice. As long as he has enough talent, he can be more diligent than those geniuses who can make up for their shortcomings.

With Luo Qianqiu's strength and control of the compressed cyclone, suddenly the air blade burst out from Luo Qianqiu's hand. Half of the blue silver grass not far away was cut off, and the surrounding blue silver grass seemed to be squeezed out. He collapsed to the ground as if he was crushed.

"Well, that's it, but the intensity and direction need to be improved, and the speed of concentration is not yet proficient enough. Take your time."

After thousands of experiments, he finally succeeded. Luo Qianqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his left hand. After all, thousands of times of condensing soul power was still very tiring, and he had to be highly concentrated.

"Cultivation"

A sleepless night, practicing as usual.

After obtaining the first soul ring, Luo Qianqiu's training classes during the day included lessons on the use of soul skills and the concentration of cyclones. The Soul Master Academy of Wuhun Hall is very free. Luo Qianqiu has learned that level 30 in Wuhun Hall is a watershed. Only after level 30 can you get systematic cultivation in Wuhun Hall. But now people like Luo Qianqiu are generally It is a free-range training, but Wuhundian Academy still has regular Wuhun theory courses, and if you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask the instructor by yourself, and the rest of the time is on your own.

However, Luo Qianqiu doesn't care about these situations, and it's not difficult to understand what Wuhun Palace is doing. Combat-type soul masters are originally a rare profession in the entire continent. Even though the mainland has a huge population base, the chance of having a noble son from a poor family is too low. Even if you have talent, you still have to rely on your own efforts.

Most of the poor people who come from poor families have talents and start to indulge in other things before reaching the soul master, and they are no longer so obsessed with cultivation. However, people from clans with family environment who are induced often do not have this kind of result, so Wuhundian's method is to eliminate those poor families who have potential but at the same time lack perseverance.

The training time passed quickly.

Luo Qianqiu, as always, wore the Wuhundian's academy uniform and hurried to the fighting arena in the west of Yas City. Carmon would teach fighting skills. When Luo Qianqiu thought of this, his pace became a little faster.

Tutake saw Luo Qianqiu running towards the fighting arena from a distance, waved and said, "Xiao Qianqiu, you came quite early."

Luo Qianqiu also heard Tutake's rough laughter from a distance. It was really suitable for Sister Feng. She heard the red lips before smiling. Unfortunately, the two were unrelated, but they were two extremes. Beauty and There is no beauty in it.

"Uncle Tutak, where is Uncle Kamon?"

Luo Qianqiu looked up and looked inside the fighting arena, his expression a little nervous.

"Oh, I'm just thinking about your Uncle Carmon. I'm a rough guy and don't care. Little Qianqiu, you've hurt my young heart."

Tutake is still acting cheap and cute, and he is waving his hands to tease Luo Qianqiu. This scene cannot be described in words.

"Farewell, farewell, I'm going to vomit uncle Tutak, please accept your old magic power."

"Hmph, I don't know good people, but you have to be mentally prepared for Carmon's training methods."

Tutake's expression remained unchanged and he continued to tease Luo Qianqiu while reminding him.

In fact, Tutak had already noticed Luo Qianqiu's nervousness and deliberately made Luo Qianqiu relax like this.

"Let's go, let's take you to find your Uncle Carmon. This rough guy like me will end up alone."

Even on the road, Tutake still didn't forget to tease Luo Qianqiu.

"Well, I will never forget the three uncles, especially Uncle Tutak."

Behind Tutake, Luo Qianqiu jumped up and hugged Tutake's back, whispering in his ear.

While the two were chatting about martial arts, they walked along the path and arrived at a courtyard built with high walls. The dark black iron gate made people feel extremely depressed.

"Go in, Boss Carmon is inside. I won't go in. I will arrange accommodation for you later. You don't have to go to the academy. Boss Carmon has arranged it for you."

"Okay, I know Uncle Tutak."

Hearing what Tutake said, Luo Qianqiu didn't mind at all. After all, it was just cultivation in the academy, no matter where he was.

"Go in, Boss Carmon is waiting for you inside."

Pushing open the dark door, this courtyard is very large, and it can't be called a courtyard. This place is like an ancient Roman Colosseum, and the center of the courtyard is dug very deep and is sunken in. The central square is surrounded by dark and deep iron gates, and there is still a faint smell of blood in the square.

Carmon stood in the middle of the square, his robe behind him fluttering in the wind. A man was holding an iron chain at the door of the courtyard. The man's face had the word "prison" printed on it, and the end of the iron chain was an iron cage. This It's just a simple elevator, it's just a human effort. It's such an evil old society, Luo Qianqiu thought to himself when he saw it.

"Sit down in that cage."

Kamen said from below in the direction of Luo Qianqiu. Although his voice was not loud, Luo Qianqiu heard it very clearly, as if he was speaking in his ear.

Luo Qianqiu came down in an iron cage. Since the square was very large, Luo Qianqiu quickly ran to Carmon.

"Master Carmon."

Luo Qianqiu bowed to Carmon.

"No, I am not your master. If you agree to my training method, your master will be someone else."

"Everyone's fighting skills are different, but one thing is the same. Use the least soul power to do the most things. If you want to learn fighting skills, you can only learn them between life and death. Mine does not apply to you. , you have to figure it out yourself.”

"But this kind of training is very dangerous. If it is serious, you will die or be disabled. Do you still want to train?"

Kamen finished speaking calmly to Luo Qianqiu, life and death seemed worthless in his mouth.

"bring it on"

Luo Qianqiu doesn't talk nonsense. No matter how much he talks, it's better to do it. It's nonsense to want power without giving in. He is not qualified to sit back and enjoy the benefits.

"it is good"

After saying that, Carmon took the iron cage that Luo Qianqiu had come down from and returned to the heights. As he was rising, he said, "Your teacher is here."

Just as Luo Qianqiu looked back at Carmon in confusion, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him from behind Luo Qianqiu. As soon as the cage opened, he rushed behind Luo Qianqiu with a flying swoop.