The Rise of Douluo's Grassroots

There are four levels in the assessment.

In the second level, everyone was told that they could skip directly to the fourth level.

During this period, he also met an uncle selling sausages. Mo Wentian knew that this uncle looked like Oscar, one of the future Shrek Seven Devils, who was born in the food department and was full of soul power.

There is also a little princess from the Qibao Glazed Sect who also entered the fourth level in advance.

When entering the second level.

Oscar sold sausages and it was sold to Mo Wentian. For some reason, Dai Mubai did not remind everyone. He looked absent-minded and didn't know what to think about.

Although he knew where Oscar's sausages came from, Mo Wentian didn't mind at all. He bought ten sausages at once and gave one sausage to each of Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Ning Rongrong.

He had two remaining sausages in each hand, and Mo Wentian also forced two sausages into Zhu Zhuqing's hands.

From the Time and Space Divine Fate Ring, I took out seasonings such as cumin and chili powder and sprinkled it on it, and ate it deliciously, bite after bite.

"Can Oscar's sausages still be eaten like this?".

Dai Mubai had a strange look on his face. Although he secretly hated Mo Wentian for stealing his fiancée, Mo Wentian's eating behavior still made him curious.

Because no one told the story of Oscar's summoning of sausages, everyone who was already hungry while waiting to sign up quickly consumed the hot sausages in their hands.

Although Mo Wentian knew where the sausage came from, there was nothing hard to swallow. The sausage was clean and not a dark dish, but the spell was a little obscene.

Come to the fourth level.

I saw a middle-aged strong man who looked like a teacher, lying on the old man's chair and basking in the sun leisurely.

"Hey! There are quite a lot of little monsters this year. It seems that Flanders will no longer worry about not being able to find the Monster Academy. He will be so happy that he can't sleep, Mubai! It's my turn to supervise the exam for the fourth level. You Just watch from the side."

The stocky middle-aged man stood up, clasped his hands together, loosened his joints back and forth, then shook his neck and said.

"Okay, Teacher Zhao Wuji, just wish yourself well!".

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San with sympathy and said.

"Come on, the five of you come together. As long as you can hold a stick of incense in my hand, you will pass the test."

Zhao Wuji said unceremoniously.

"Teacher Zhao Wuji, that cool boy is not from our college. He came to the dean to discuss sponsoring Shrek Academy."

Dai Mubai reminded from the side.

"Oh? Boy, go find the dean! He's not here. Seeing that you are not old and have good soul power, why not just accompany these students to practice with me."

Hearing that it was sponsored, Zhao Wuji obviously softened his tone a little, but he couldn't help but say it because his hands were itchy.

"Okay! I'm happy to accompany you."

Mo Wentianzheng couldn't find an excuse to participate in the competition. He didn't want Zhu Zhuqing to be harmed in any way, even for the assessment.

"Well, okay, then I will give you half a stick of incense time to discuss tactical cooperation. You can introduce each other and get to know each other. If you can't pass my test, you won't be able to stay even if the dean comes."

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Wentian and the others and said.

"Um.".

Several people nodded.

Tang San started the introduction first.

"My name is Tang San, Wuhun Lan Yincao, level 29 control system great soul master. You can just call me Xiao San like Xiao Wu.".

"Xiao Wu, dance! The martial spirit is the Soft Bone Charming Rabbit, a level 29 attack spirit master."

Xiao Wu then said playfully.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ning Rongrong, from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda of Martial Spirits, a level 26 auxiliary great soul master. Xiao Wu, you are so awesome! You have cultivated to the soul master realm so quickly."

Ning Rongrong on the side behaved very politely and praised without hesitation.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Wuhun Nether Civet Cat, a level 30 agility and attack great soul master.".

Zhu Zhuqing still treated outsiders coldly, even the students he would be with in the future.

Mo Wentian couldn't help but worry that Zhu Zhuqing would not be able to integrate into this group because of his butterfly effect.

"Hello, my name is Mo Wentian. I am older than you. Zhuqing always calls me Brother Tian. You can also call me Brother Tian like her.

Zhuqing is the youngest among you!I'm only 11 and a half years old, so I can be considered a level 30 control soul master. I'll leave the tactical arrangements to you, Tang San. ".

Although Mo Wentian also had some research on tactics, he deliberately sold it to Tang San to save face.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'm not polite. There are very few people in the world who can match the auxiliary capabilities of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda, so Rongrong, you are the most important among us. Zhuqing is the fastest, and I take turns with Brother Tian. To protect your safety, Xiaowu and I will cooperate with one of the strong attack system and the other of the control system to attack, while Brother Tian and Zhuqing will support from the side. As long as we can survive a stick of incense, we will be victorious."

Tang San didn't understand Mo Wentian's martial spirit, and how could it be as simple as the control system, so such an arrangement was reasonable.

In Mo Wentian's words, hitting an enemy who cannot move is a control type.

It's simply more incomprehensible than the power attack system.

"Well, okay, but I heard from my father that Teacher Zhao Wuji seemed to be a powerful Soul Emperor ten years ago.

In the dark night, a person escaped the encirclement and killing by the sixteen powerful Soul Emperor Bishops of Wuhun Palace, successfully fought his way out of the siege, disappeared, and has been missing for decades. Now he is probably a powerful Soul Saint.

Even though he has disappeared for decades, he is still very famous on the mainland. He is known as the Fudo Myoyo. His martial spirit is a powerful diamond bear. He has extremely strong defense but is not good at speed. Unexpectedly, he is a teacher at Shrek Academy. ".

Ning Rongrong introduced the origin of Zhao Wuji and the characteristics of Wuhun to everyone.

"I didn't expect that what we were going to deal with turned out to be a strong Soul Saint. I thought it was a strong Soul Emperor similar to Teacher Li Yusong who was in charge of admissions outside the door. It seems that we have to be more careful."

Tang San said solemnly.

The five people talked about the effects of their respective soul skills and discussed more detailed tactics. Mo Wentian also put forward some opinions of his own.

Several people couldn't help but their eyes lit up.

"Little monsters, how's the discussion going? The time is up, let's get started. It's been a long time since I've moved my muscles. I'll loosen them for you too."

After Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he took out a stick of incense, placed it on the table not far away, came to the open space, and challenged everyone.

Several people said nothing, and all looked at Zhao Wuji with heavy expressions.

Set up the formation and summon the martial spirit.

"The seven treasures have names, one is power, the other is speed.".

Ning Rongrong first added two boosts to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Xiao Wu!".

Seeing that Zhao Wuji had no intention of taking action first, Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu.

"Received, the second soul skill, charm!".

Xiao Wu suddenly launched his first soul skill towards Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji just hesitated for a moment, not waiting for a reaction.

Tang San's first soul skill came one after another.

"The first soul skill, entanglement.".

"I'm adding fuel to your fire, the second soul skill, Medusa's Gaze.".

Mo Wentian next to him saw that Zhao Wuji had been entangled into a rice dumpling due to his carelessness, and couldn't help but fall into the trap.

Without waiting for Zhu Zhuqing to step forward to respond.

"Xiao Wu!".

"The first soul skill, waist bow.".

Xiao Wu seized the opportunity and used her second soul skill, waist bow.

Zhao Wuji, who appeared motionless in an instant, used a waist bow above his head.

"Ah, it hurts me to death.".

Zhao Wuji instantly turned into the shape of a boat, his head almost touching his thighs, and he couldn't help but scream.

The two seconds of forced control had passed before Zhao Wuji could break the restraints of the Blue Silver Grass.

"The second soul skill, Hundred Claws of the Netherworld.".

Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws attacked one after another, and instantly another hundred damage hit Zhao Wuji's thick body.

"The second soul skill, Medusa Gaze, Xiao Wu.".

Mo Wentian used his second soul skill again, only to feel that half of the soul skill disappeared instantly, and he shouted quickly.

"Create your own soul skill, eight-level wrestling!"

In an instant, Mo Wentian's pressure was greatly reduced. This time, poor Zhao Wuji was directly rubbed up and down by Xiao Wu in the sky.

This is the most violent throwing method in Xiao Wu's jutsu technique. As long as the first throw is thrown, there is almost no possibility of resistance.

"bump.".

Zhao Wuji was kicked to the ground with his face down and his head upward, without the majesty of the Soul Saint.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and the damage was really heavy, and it hurt just to look at it.

suddenly,

An astonishing pressure came from Zhao Wuji.

The bluesilver grass on his hands and feet instantly broke into countless pieces.

"Very good, very well. You have successfully angered me. Next, I will show you what a man's real fight is.".

Zhao Wuji looked at several people with a ferocious expression and said.

Although these soul skills were not very harmful to Zhao Wuji, they were extremely insulting.

The faces of several people became solemn. They did not expect that such perfect cooperation would only cause some superficial injuries to Zhao Wuji.

Mo Wentian, however, was not afraid. In the original work, Zhao Wuji looked evil and kind, and would not really do anything to him or others.

But he still looked at Zhao Wuji with a solemn expression. Although the injury would not be fatal, it might just be a severe beating.

Even though he knew he was outmatched, Mo Wentian still took a step forward and stood in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

The martial spirit in his hand also turned into the form of the ghost vine parasitic sword. Only with the sword in his hand, Mo Wentian had the confidence to rely on his speed, sword defense and the cooperation of Tang San and the two to protect himself.

Of course, it would be better if Tang San could use hidden weapons.