[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Seeing Meng Jiang wake up, Bo Saixi left quietly with shock in his heart.

"A Jiang!" Tang San couldn't help but rushed over, wiping away the red tears from the corners of Meng Jiang's eyes with his fingers, "Do you feel okay?"

Meng Jiang heard his question and went through it in his mind again before looking down at the bright blood on his hand. She seemed to be more awake, pushing Tang San away and walking towards the ring sea, murmuring, "I want to take a shower..." Her steps were still a little unsteady.

At this time, the power in her body was stronger than before, but her spirit seemed to be a little dulled by the pain of absorbing the spirit ring earlier. Tang San was worried that she would fall into the sea, so he guarded her every step of the way.

It stands to reason that Meng Jiang has experienced greater pain, but she has never had such a slow reaction. Just because she was missing a small piece of soul, although there was no danger, the soul fragment of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale was not something she could absorb, so Meng Jiang's reaction became a little slow after experiencing the huge impact. Fortunately, this state of affairs will not last long.

Walking to the water and kneeling down, Meng Jiang was about to pick up a handful of water, but suddenly remembered something, and slowly moved further away from the water, as if he was wary of something, "There is blood... Are there sharks in the sea?" "

She looked at Tang San questioningly.

Tang San was stuck for a moment: "There are sharks in the sea, but here... I don't know very well, but the light on your body, Ajiang, will protect you from being attacked by creatures in the water." He never expected that Meng Jiang Tiaotiao's thinking unexpectedly came up with this. But here and now, asking such a question was so reasonable and reasonable that he didn't know whether to say whether Meng Jiang was out of line or careful.

Frowning his thin eyebrows, Meng Jiang tilted his head and thought carefully, then seemed still uneasy, so he naturally ordered Tang San, "You fetch me some water, I want to wash my face."

Tang San sighed softly, and took out an empty water bag without complaint, filled Meng Jiang with water and let her use it to wash away the traces of blood and tears on her face.

The silly and silly Ajaan is actually very cute, but he likes the sharp-tongued Ajaan even more.

After the two blood stains that made Tang San feel a slight pain were cleaned, he held up Meng Jiang's cheek and sucked away the water droplets on his face with a soaked clean handkerchief.

The girl obediently closed her eyes and raised her face to let the young man play with her. Her docile look made Tang San feel hot in his heart, and he couldn't help but knead Meng Jiang's soft cheeks like dough.

"Changshan Mu shake your hands (Tang San, please let go)!" Meng Jiang finally came to his senses, baring his teeth and claws to save his poor little face that had been ravaged.

Angrily, Meng Jiang greeted Tang San's pretty face with a paw, and the other party held his wrist, placed a soft kiss on the back of his hand, and joked, "I promised my A Jiang that I will protect this... It’s my face. So, girl, I’m sorry that I can’t let you disfigure me.”

This look was like he was describing the deep love between him and his lover to a third person. His gentle and warm smile actually made Meng Jiang so angry that he almost jumped on his feet, like a kitten with fried hair, but Cute love is not a deterrent yet.

"Tch, Tang Xiaosan, don't be proud." She raised her fist at the young man, proud and arrogant, "I am the Soul Saint now, and you can't beat me~"

Tang San just smiled and said: "I will try my best to catch up with A Jiang."

Meng Jiang felt that Tang San was becoming more and more unpredictable, like an old fox full of evil, who knew what bubbles were popping up.

The benefits of obtaining the seventh spirit ring are huge, not only because it is a hundred thousand year spirit ring, but also because of the true form of the martial spirit. With the blessing of Xian Yu Ling Umbrella's martial soul true form, any skill Meng Jiang uses no longer has a time limit.

Originally, all skills no longer have a breath adjustment time when out of the game. When activating the spirit avatar, taking the "Lightning Feather" move as an example, the original defense of this move can only last for eight seconds. , but now, the time it exists is infinite. In other words, as long as Meng Jiang does not take the initiative to take it back or the enemy forcefully breaks through it with a power that is completely superior to hers, then Lightning Chiyu's defense will always exist. The same goes for other tricks.

At the same time, the Penglai Formation Xuhai Yingui Formation—that is, Meng Jiang’s domain—also evolved. The experience, reputation, and understanding changes that were originally useless to her were integrated and transformed into a 30% increase in her own physique. This was extremely practical, and it made up for Meng Jiang's lack of protection when climbing the steps.

This was good. Meng Jiang was more satisfied and felt that he was more confident in the subsequent assessment. Her eighth exam was hard-earned, so the conditions for completing it were more stringent than others, even more than Tang San who took the ninth Poseidon exam. Others can borrow the assistance of their partners to help them complete the assessment, but Meng Jiang can only rely on his own strength.

But she didn't say this request now because she didn't want others to worry about her. If Tang San got angry because of this, she would have no choice but to comfort him.

When the second hundred thousand year soul ring appeared between them, Meng Jiang had already moved to the seventy-fifth step to practice.

It took Tang San a hundred days to completely absorb the energy of a hundred thousand year spirit ring. When he woke up, the blood on his body from absorbing the spirit ring had condensed into blood scabs and was shattered by the energy and fell off. Then, a dazzling blue-gold light enveloped him, and the two realms of Blue Silver and God of Death came out one after another until the light gradually converged, revealing the figure inside.

The next moment, Meng Jiang, who was waiting with his companions, waved his hand and threw away a cloak, covering Tang San's head.

"...What's wrong?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, grabbing the cloak and trying to pull it off, when he heard Meng Jiang yell, "Don't take it off!" He made a move.

"Pfft!" Dai Mubai and the others could no longer hold back, and the weird smiles on their faces turned into laughter, "Hahahaha! Mistress, your hair and eyebrows..."

Tang San stiffened and realized something. He reached into his cloak and touched his bare scalp. He also understood why Meng Jiang reacted like this and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, he couldn't let the cloak block his sight all the time, so he straightened the cloak, put on the hat on top, and pulled it down again, revealing only the lower half of his face.

"Oh, I didn't expect it..." The young man's voice sounded a bit dumbfounded.

Meng Jiang turned his head carefully, not seeing the lightbulb head that could blind a dog's eyes, and finally started to look directly at Tang San, "Before your hair and eyebrows grow out, don't show your face in front of me. I don't want to From now on, when I see you, I will think of a bare hard-boiled egg, or when I see a hard-boiled egg, I will think of you without hair or eyebrows."

The corners of Tang San's mouth curled downwards, and he called out pitifully, "Ajiang, I don't want to either..."

Meng Jiang didn't feel any soft-hearted, and his face was full of disgust, "Those who know know that you absorbed the soul ring, and those who don't know think that you have seen through the world of mortals and become a monk!"

Tang San:……

One can imagine the depression in his heart, even the joy of getting a hundred thousand year soul ring was gone. Tang San chose to vent his anger, feeling a little more resentful towards a certain sea god in his heart.

Poseidon: People sit in the divine realm, and pots come from the lower realm.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun looked at each other and smiled extremely evilly and obscenely, "Even the hair and eyebrows are gone, so the rest of it is probably..."

Meng Jiang understood immediately, seeing that Tang San was so beaten that he almost found a corner to squat in circles, she finally found a trace of her conscience, thought about it and joked to comfort her, "It would be good to cut off the three thousand worry threads, but you Even the... well, the ones in other places are gone. It seems like there are a lot of worries."

Tang San: ...I was not comforted at all.

Little Rabbit glanced at his brother sympathetically, then changed the subject and said, "Third brother, what level is your soul power now?"

Tang San felt it carefully: "Probably level seventy-four and a half."

Immediately, Meng Jiang's face darkened, and he silently uttered a curse word, "...Fuck!"

"What's wrong with Jiang Jiang?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.

"I was only at level seventy-two after absorbing the soul ring, and now I'm only at level seventy-four!"

Tang San can guarantee that he heard the sound of his own Ajaan grinding his teeth, crunching, crunching, crunching...

Just because Meng Jiang would compress her soul power as much as possible during her training, her soul power was deep but at a low level. The hundred thousand year soul ring only increased her soul power by two levels.

But her level had always been higher than Tang San's, and now she was suddenly surpassed by half a level. Meng Jiang just wasn't convinced.

So she turned around and ran to the steps, taking three steps and then two steps to climb up. She didn't sit down until she reached the eightieth step, and started practicing in anger.

Shivering, Tang San touched his nose and smiled politely but awkwardly, "How about... let's go practice too?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who was cold by nature, was the first to step onto the steps, followed closely by the others.

As a result, in the next six months, starting from Meng Jiang, everyone fell into a strange state of competition, with companions who were not far behind their own level as opponents, with the goal of completely surpassing their soul power level. He began an obsessive training career in which you chased after me. The competition was so fierce that you wanted to "kick" your opponent so hard that the opponent could no longer catch up with you. You could only bite your handkerchief with envy and hatred, watching yourself in front of you. Riding Juechen.

Now Meng Jiang was extremely jealous of Tang San's status as an "enemy", and the two sides were training at a higher level to accept greater pressure than each other. If Tang San is on the eighty-two steps, then Meng Jiang must be above the eighty-two steps, and must be higher than Tang San no matter what.

"Whoever loses is the younger brother!"

This also aroused Tang San's unwillingness to admit defeat. Although he was very helpless every time Meng Jiang swung his eyes with the knife, he would still strive to surpass Meng Jiang next time.

The result of this is that the practice of the nine people has once again made an almost qualitative leap, and they can feel the great progress every day of practice. And this kind of cultivation speed was something they couldn't even imagine in the past.

When the one-year period has come and they are preparing to accept the test of Poseidon's Light, everyone has greatly improved to varying degrees compared to a year ago.

The current soul power levels of the eight Shrek people are: Dai Mubai is at level 71, Oscar is at level 68, Meng Jiang is at level 77, Tang San is at level 76, Ma Hongjun is at level 68, Xiao Wu is at level 7 Level 11, Ning Rongrong, level 69, and Zhu Zhuqing, level 69.

Proudly, Meng Jiang gave Tang San a disdainful and arrogant look, his mood was joyful and high-spirited, "Humph, I won. Brother Xiaosan, you have to call me sister~"

Tang San: "...No, I refuse."

"No! If you lose, you must scream!" Meng Jiang refused to give in.

Dai Mubai, who was watching the show on the side, patted Tang San on the shoulder: "Brother, it's not what I said to you, didn't you just lose the competition? It's not like you can't afford to lose. Even if you scream, you won't lose a piece of meat."

"That's right, that's right." Oscar and Ma Hongjun gloated over and over again.

Even Zhu Zhuqing was looking forward to it, not to mention Little Rabbit who was worried about the world being in chaos, and Ning Rongrong and Bai Chenxiang who were very excited to see their third brother being defeated.

"Everyone is watching, don't let others look down on you, Tang Xiaosan~" Meng Jiang urged leisurely, "If you extend your head and shrink your head, it is also a knife. We can start the assessment after calling early, so don't waste everyone's time. "

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he took a deep breath, and with the desolate feeling of "a strong man is gone and never comes back", Tang San's emotionless eyes showed the despair of giving up the rescue. His lips opened and closed, and after going back and forth several times, he finally muttered, "...Sister."

"Hey!" the girl promised loud and clear.

Suddenly, bursts of laughter broke out.