Douluo: Sign in from the Holy Soul Village

If an ordinary person faced this move, his head would definitely explode on the spot.

But Zhao Wuji only had soul power all over his body, and the invisible shield directly intercepted Xiao Wu's attack.

At the same time, the bluesilver grass wrapped around his body also exploded and flew in all directions.

A burst of khaki soul power appeared, and Zhao Wuji's body instantly expanded. His entire body was more than one meter taller, and his muscles were like pieces of hard rock.

Just as Dai Mubai said, the seven soul rings slowly rose:

Two yellow, two purple, three black.

Xiao Wu was knocked into the air by Zhao Wuji's soul power. Ye Feng saw the right moment and used teleportation to catch Xiao Wu.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding——"

A series of dense crisp sounds came from behind Zhao Wuji.

The person who took action was Zhu Zhuqing. She activated the possession of the Netherworld Civet Martial Spirit and silently attacked from behind, her figure like a ghost.

In the spirit-possessed state, her eyes turned dark green on the left and blue on the right.

Ten sharp claws stretched out from both hands, extremely sharp and shining with cold light.

But these attacks hit Zao Wuji's back, as if she were scratching at steel, and only tore some clothes to shreds.

No, Zhao Wuji's body is dozens of times harder than steel!

"withdraw!"

Ye Feng quickly ordered.

After Zhao Wuji activated his martial spirit, there was no need to attack tentatively.

Moreover, Xiao Wu's area of ​​expertise is jutsu skills, and what she fears most is encountering such a physically powerful soul master, and Zhao Wuji is also a soul saint.

This is the innate restraint of Wuhun. Even if Xiaowu is also a Soul Saint, it is basically difficult to defeat Zhao Wuji in a single challenge.

"Mistress, use blue silver grass!"

Ye Feng said again, the shadow condensed into a shield on his left hand, and the right hand held a sword.

He and Xiao Wu looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

Zhu Zhuqing was continuing to delay time, and Zhao Wuji just smiled and did not catch her.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are with a thousand-year soul ring."

Zhao Wuji smiled.

There was no rush to attack at all, just waiting for Ye Feng and Zhu Zhuqing to attack.

"Blue Silver Grass,"

"Parasite, entanglement!"

Tang San gave a low drink.

The first soul skill and the second soul skill were activated at the same time, and countless blue silver grass vines grew underground again. The consumption of soul power made him look pale.

However, the powerful injection of soul power also brought obvious effects.

Even though Zhao Wuji was possessed by a martial spirit, he was wrapped in the power of Blue Silver Grass and thrown into the air. The scene was extremely strange.

"Zhuqing, grab his neck!"

Ye Feng shouted loudly.

Seeing Zhao Wuji being restrained again, his eyes turned pitch black at this moment.

The first soul skill is soul intimidation.

The second soul skill, Dark Emperor.

Almost 90% of his mental power was poured into the first soul skill. Ye Feng even felt a slight tearing pain in his soul.

At the same time, a figure appeared in mid-air, and the sword in his right hand struck directly at the left side of Zhao Wuji's neck.

And Zhu Zhuqing has been waiting for the opportunity.

At this moment, he also jumped into the air, with two soul rings flashing, and the claws of his right hand stabbed hard at the right side of Zhao Wuji's neck.

Zao Wuji was unconscious for only one point and five seconds, and immediately regained consciousness.

But at this moment the attack had arrived, and he was still slightly confused. He didn't expect that he was actually plotted against.

What a weird ability, it can actually make Soul Saint unconscious.

"Ding ding ding ding——"

Ye Feng's sword struck Zhao Wuji's neck, leaving only a shallow white mark.

And Zhu Zhuqing was not much better, but the marks were deeper.

"Little dance!"

Ye Feng took a deep breath and called out.

Before Zhao Wuji could react and take action, the figure in the air immediately disappeared again, and he teleported to the other side with Zhu Zhuqing in his arms.

"Loud!"

Xiao Wu's figure leaped into the sky and fell from almost ten meters away.

The sharp kick went straight to Zhao Wuji's head, and its power was stronger than the previous times.

Said it was too late, then it was so fast, everything happened in just a few seconds.

Zhao Wuji subconsciously wanted to use his soul power, but Xiao Wu's shoes had already been imprinted on his face through a layer of soul power.

"boom!"

Zhao Wuji was hit hard and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

With his head on the ground, his whole head was buried in the earth.

Ye Feng, who was responsible for organizing the battlefield, teleported over again and used his little soul power to bring Xiao Wu back.

At this time, the five people barely had some time to rest.

"call--"

Xiao Wu was panting heavily, Ye Feng, Zhu Zhuqing, and Tang San were also feeling uncomfortable.

The soul power in his body was exhausted, and although it looked like a gorgeous and ferocious coordinated attack, Zhao Wuji actually didn't suffer any damage at all.

At this time, only one-third of the stick of incense has been burned...

"Is this the Powerful King Kong Bear?"

"Why do I feel like a thousand-year-old turtle?"

Xiao Wu was speechless.

In the distance, Zhao Wuji slowly climbed out of the pit.

The seven soul rings were flashing, and the whole figure looked like a giant bear, and its domineering soul power aura made people's hearts palpitate.

Unscathed, just a little embarrassed.

"Humph."

Zhao Wuji suppressed his smile and looked at these little guys with some displeasure.

Originally, he didn't plan to activate his martial spirit, he just wanted to exercise with these young people.

But carelessness often comes with a price.

If he hadn't activated the martial soul possession, I'm afraid his body would really be bleeding now.

With Ning Rongrong's blessing, almost everyone has level 30 soul power.

"Really, this eighty-year-old woman has lost her baby. It seems she can't be more serious. Mubai, why are you laughing?"

"Come to me for practical lessons tomorrow."

Zhao Wuji patted some dirt off his head and said with a wicked smile.

"Uh."

Dai Mubai was snickering, but when he heard this, he stopped laughing immediately.

Horses sell beer. If I had known it, I wouldn’t have laughed...

"Come on, kids,"

"Let me see how much strength you have left."

Zhao Wuji took long strides, and the ground trembled slightly as he walked.

"Mistress, take out your treasure,"

"Let Teacher Zhao taste your baby."

Ye Feng said seriously.

"Pfft."

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What does it mean?

Tang San's treasure? Take it out? Let Teacher Zhao try it?

Ah this...

Is this really okay? Won't he fail the trial?

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also had very strange expressions on their faces, suppressing laughter in their hearts.

"Xiao Feng, your mouth is still so poisonous."

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched.

A hidden weapon is a hidden weapon, what kind of treasure is it? Although he does regard the hidden weapon as his treasure...

"What are you talking about?"

Zhao Wuji's face turned red.

Staring hard at Ye Feng, this little bastard, he dared to talk nonsense at this time.

"Zhuge Liannu, every arrow is made of fine iron, and the surface is quenched with poison,"

“The biggest advantage is that it can be fired continuously.”

Tang San explained.

Five Zhuge Liannu were taken out from the twenty-four bridges under the bright moon, and then each person held one in his hand.

It came from the handiwork of a hidden weapon master from another world, and was improved by Tang San.

As for the money for making materials, it was Ye Feng's temporary stay.

Otherwise, Tang San wouldn't have that many gold soul coins to buy these fine irons.