The Rise of Douluo's Grassroots

Zhu Zhuqing was fighting against five people, relying on his martial soul's advantage to avoid being caught by the opponent for a while.

Sudden.

at this time,

The leader of the agility-type soul master, while Zhu Zhuqing was fighting against the siege of the other four soul masters,

He used his third soul skill to sneak attack Zhu Zhuqing who was fighting.

"careful!".

Mo Wentian in the dark quickly reminded him.

Although the reminder was timely, Zhu Zhuqing, who could not avoid it, could only rely on the flexibility of his body to slightly deviate to the left and miss the fatal blow to the neck and heart.

"bump".

With a sound, Zhu Zhuqing was directly knocked to the ground.

The clothes on the thighs and chest were hit by soul skills, leaving several bloody gashes, and the fair skin was clearly visible.

But those few touches of blood were so conspicuous under the white moonlight.

"Are you OK?".

After being banished to immortality, Mo Wentian came to Zhu Zhuqing, helped Zhu Zhuqing up and asked worriedly.

"Huh? Wentian! Why are you here? I'm fine. Help me up. Hurry up and go. Puff!"

Zhu Zhuqing struggled to get up, but before Mo Wentian could refuse,

Zhu Zhuqing spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know if it was because of his severe injuries or because he was excited to see him.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Mo Wentian did not let Zhu Zhuqing get up, but held Zhu Zhuqing's waist with one hand.

One hand holds the sword, and the other hand supports the person.

A faint color appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's pale face for a moment. He struggled slightly, but when he couldn't get away, he just let it go and fell into Mo Wentian's arms.

Which girl is not pregnant, and which girl doesn't hope that when she encounters danger again, a prince charming will appear and save her.

Even if he is as cold as Zhu Zhuqing.

I still couldn't help but have a good impression of this person who was about the same age, who had saved me and raised my soul power by two levels.

"Boy, I advise you to leave quickly and stop meddling in other people's business. If you want to be a hero and save a beautiful woman, you have to pay a price."

The masked man headed by Soul Lord said seemingly for Mo Wentian's sake.

Mo Wentian is not a novice who travels around the world. If he encounters something like this, he will only be able to let himself go.

"Oh? I would like to know the price to pay!".

Mo Wentian looked at the men in black opposite him with interest.

"Hmph! It's important to complete the mission. Stop talking nonsense with them. Come together and catch them. Don't even think about running away."

A man in black behind him didn't seem to be too afraid of the man in black, so he interrupted the conversation and interjected.

"Well, the price is your head!".

The man in black at the head took the lead in summoning his martial spirit and rushed forward.

"One white, two yellow, haha, with this little strength, I dare to speak arrogantly, and I don't know whether to live or die."

Mo Wentian said somewhat grimly when he saw the configuration of the soul master with the highest soul power across from him.

The four men in black at the back also have one white and one yellow soul ring configuration. Only the man in black who interrupted the leader's conversation has two yellow soul rings.

There must be no suspense in a battle with this kind of strength. Holding Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, he jumped up and held the sword in his right hand. Under the white moonlight, the shadow of the sword flashed across the crowd like lightning.

Zhu Zhuqing was horrified to find that the five men in black seemed to be motionless.

"Plop, plop!".

Only then did the five heads slide down neatly.

The blood flowed from the neck like a fountain, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

"what!".

Zhu Zhuqing was instantly shocked.

"Uh, sorry! I didn't stop.".

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was frightened, Mo Wentian said a little embarrassed.

"Yeah~, it's okay. Thank you for saving me again.".

Zhu Zhuqing pushed Mo Wentian away, sat cross-legged on the ground, and returned to his cold appearance.

"Well, this is just a coincidence. If other people encountered it, they wouldn't stand by and watch. This pill is given to you. It will help your injury and improve the quality of your martial spirit."

Mo Wentian felt that when he was with Zhu Zhuqing, he had a special feeling, which would help him break the restrictions of the third soul ring.

As time goes by, Tang San is now 12 years old and is about to reach level 30. If he doesn't break through quickly, he may miss many opportunities.

When he read the novel Douluo in his previous life, Mo Wentian admired Zhu Zhuqing's character, who was cold on the outside and warm on the inside, strong and brave, and kind at heart.

The kindness in her heart can be seen from the fact that she defeated her sister in the later period but did not treat her the same way her sister treated her.

So when he was with Zhu Zhuqing, Mo Wentian had this feeling. In addition, now that he has given up his sword practice, the 14-year-old Mo Wentian is in the beginning of his love life, and Zhu Zhuqing is so beautiful, it is inevitable that he will have some good feelings in his heart.

It was just a good impression, not as deep as the relationship between him and Ye Lingling, but Mo Wentian didn't notice it himself.

Mo Wentian, who was fairly upright, didn't do anything. Even though Zhu Zhuqing was in a state of bliss, Mo Wentian just handed over a pill.

"thanks!".

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment, but finally his desire to become stronger took over and stuffed it into his small mouth.

Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but he ate it after hesitating for a moment, indicating that he still believed in himself.

If he was unwilling to accept it and thought it was a love potion or something like that, then Mo Wentian would leave without hesitation.

You won’t go to a hot face to put a cold butt.

After Zhu Zhuqing took the elixir, he summoned his martial spirit and started practicing. He gradually felt a little fever in his lower abdomen and the wounds on his body began to itch.

After a while,

I found that the wounds on my body disappeared.

His soul power also increased by one level, reaching the same level as Mo Wentian.

"How is it, how does it feel?".

Mo Wentian asked Zhu Zhuqing, who stood up and said nothing.

You must know that even Mo Wentian doesn't have much of this kind of elixir. This is a top-quality elixir made from half a Qiluo tulip and the remaining nine-grade purple zhizhi.

Mo Wentian only had 6 in his hand.

"I, I'm level 30, I feel like my martial soul has changed, as if it has undergone a second evolution.".

Zhu Zhuqing said in disbelief, and became extremely curious about Mo Wentian's identity.

Evolution is not a second awakening, it is just an evolution based on the original martial soul, just like the promotion of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda to the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

"It seems like it is exactly what I thought.".

Mo Wentian said happily.

"What? Were you not sure that this change would happen beforehand?".

Zhu Zhuqing asked suspiciously.

"That's not true! Change is bound to happen. This is an elixir refined from a semi-peerless immortal product and countless top-notch elixirs."

Mo Wentian didn't dare to say that Zhu Zhuqing was her first experimental subject.

He only knew in advance that there were benefits, but he did not expect that although the immortal elixir could not increase the soul power by six or seven levels like the entire immortal product, the improvement in the quality of the martial soul was not bad at all.

"What is an immortal product?".

Zhu Zhuqing was puzzled.

"The immortal product is the divine product among the elixirs. It takes tens of thousands of years to mature. One immortal product can change the fate of a soul master."

Mo Wentian explained.

"Well. Thank you for giving me such a precious elixir. I really don't know how to repay you. Are you willing to be my friend?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who had always been aloof and lacking in family affection, was moved and spoke softly to Mo Wentian.

"You're welcome, haven't we been friends for a long time?".

"Uh-huh!".

"Don't tell me you didn't treat me as a friend before? Oh, it's so sad. It's a pity that such a good elixir is lost!"

"Hmph! Who asked you to give it to me? I didn't force you."

"Well, it's not too late to consider me a friend now.".

After getting acquainted, Mo Wentian saw Zhu Zhuqing's arrogance as a woman.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing did not summon his Nether Civet Spirit. If he summoned it, he would find that the Nether Civet was still undergoing some kind of more thorough evolution.

Until it evolves into the Netherworld Dark Civet, the power of the Immortal Elixir is not as simple as just improving the quality of the martial soul and a little soul power.

Early on the next morning, the two of them had rested. Neither of them said where they were going, but neither of them proposed to separate. They set off eastward all the way in unison.

Heading towards the Kingdom of Barak.