[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

There was still half a month left. During this half month, Meng Jiang and Tang San finally couldn't help themselves. One of them dismantled the Flying Divine Claw, and the other dismantled the trap piglet.

When the two people were helpless with the parts that they couldn't put together after trying for a while, and then looked for each other to reassemble them with a guilty conscience and hard work, looking at the mess in their hands, they all smiled wryly at themselves at this wonderful "tacit understanding" ", they looked at each other in awkward silence for a while, and then they found a quiet place together and silently reassembled the broken pieces in each other's hands.

While reorganizing the mechanism Xiaozhu, Meng Jiang quietly put the original urgently ordered sound piece into the hidden card slot, and while avoiding Tang San, he took out a few small parts from the pear velvet silk bag and buttoned it up. A good mechanism, just wait for the opportunity to come, and the mechanism will be activated.

Tang San had already dismantled the mechanism piggy, his curiosity was satisfied, and Meng Jiang would no longer worry about the small changes he made quietly being discovered.

"Tangtang. Tangtang." The last shell was stuck, and after putting on the dark blue clothes again, the mechanism pig ran to Tang San with its short legs and nudged him with its little nose. And Meng Jiang looked at this scene and covered his mouth while smiling and rolled his eyes, laughing so hard that his branches were trembling, and he didn't know what inexplicable point of laughter was touched. Tang San laughed so hard that he had no choice but to touch his nose and laugh too.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye. On the day of departure for Tiandou Royal Academy, the sky was blue and clear, the wind was gentle, and there were no clouds in the sky.

After packing his bags, Meng Jiang returned to Holy Soul Village and said goodbye in front of his adoptive mother's grave. Once I go this time, I don’t know when I want to come back.

Put all the food and water into the pear down silk bag, and Tang San, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong all had soul guides for storage, so naturally they didn't need to worry about carrying the items.

"Little monsters, speed up. Everyone must keep up with my speed, otherwise...hehe." Flanders made a decent threat, then grabbed the master's arm and swept forward.

At his current speed, the eight Shrek people could run and keep up without using soul power after two stages of training. But probably because he wanted to save money on food and accommodation, it didn't take long for Flanders to speed up, and the others had to use their soul power to prevent them from falling behind.

As an auxiliary soul master, Oscar was led by Dai Mubai, and Ning Rongrong was led by Meng Jiang, and once again enjoyed the refreshing feeling of Penglai Great Qinggong.

It is worth mentioning that after two months of unremitting efforts, Meng Jiang's soul power successfully reached level 34 and was rapidly moving towards level 35. The benefit of her cultivation method is not only that it can keep herself in a state of cultivation at all times, but also, as her soul power increases and she becomes more and more proficient in the Linghai Art, her cultivation speed will also be faster, which perfectly makes up for the soul master level. The higher you go, the more difficult it is to practice.

If coupled with the mimicry practice method of being in water, Meng Jiang's practice speed is even faster than that of ordinary people. Under the heavy water pressure, it is more difficult to condense and operate the soul power, which is suitable for Meng Jiang to practice his soul power.

After a day's journey, we traveled about 400 kilometers, which is about one-fifth of the entire journey. Flender led everyone to live in a small town. In order to save money, he asked for three rooms, one for the teachers, one for the male students, and one for the female students.

At night, the four girls all washed up early and got ready for bed. A day's journey makes my legs and feet sore. As for Meng Jiang, her legs were not tired because of her Qinggong skills, but her soul power was basically exhausted. If it weren't for Oscar's sausage supply, her soul power would not have been able to hold on.

This further strengthened her determination to cultivate a profound soul power. Even if the soul power level is lower than the opponent's, but the soul power is deep and the soul skills are only a few more than the opponent's, then what do you need to be afraid of?

After washing and sleeping, there was no talking all night. Early the next morning, everyone continued on their way after breakfast.

Towards evening, they arrived at Silvis City, the capital of the Silvis Kingdom.

Accommodation in this city is not cheap, but Flanders changed his previous stingy character and chose to stay in a quite expensive hotel in the city. He asked for five rooms, four for students and one for teachers, and he even had dinner. It is very rich.

Meng Jiang bit her chopsticks and couldn't help but whisper in Tang San's ear, "Why does this posture look so like eating Ciyang rice?"

Ciyang rice means decapitation rice. People believe that "it is better to be a ghost who is dying of hunger than a soul who is starving to death". At the same time, the people above are trying to show their broad-mindedness, so they specially send a sumptuous last meal to the condemned prisoners.

Tang San choked and couldn't help but cough.

"Oh, you are so stupid that you can't even eat well." Meng Jiang quickly cheered him up and gave him another glass of water, but he was completely unaware of why Tang San was choked and continued, "Look, It feels like giving someone one last good meal and then washing the dishes away.”

"...A Jiang," Tang San finally swallowed the food stuck in his throat and said with difficulty, "Let's eat, these dishes taste good. I don't think the dean will take us to the pot." Then he He decisively picked up a chopstick and stuffed the dish into Meng Jiang's mouth, "Here, try this, it's delicious."

After chewing it, it seemed that it was indeed quite delicious as Tang San said, so Meng Jiang, who pursued his appetite, decided not to pursue Tang San's action of blocking his mouth.

She retracted her foot and stepped on Tang San hard, she thought with great mercy.

Sure enough, old fox Flanders couldn't bleed easily. After eating, they went to the Silvis Grand Soul Fighting Arena to participate in a team battle, and Flanders wanted to use this to make a fortune.

However, there is no level 30 gold fighting spirit team in the spirit fighting arena. Even though Flanders loves money, he does not want the students to leapfrog and challenge the level 40 spirit fighting team and take risks for their own benefit.

But the master had different opinions and chose the particularly ferocious Fierce God Team at level 40. They won thirty-one of forty-six battles, killed sixty-three opponents and maimed ninety-eight opponents.

The master said calmly to Flanders: "This is a kind of experience. One day they will have to face this situation. It is better to have us on the side to guide them than to let them bear it alone."

In the flash of lightning, Meng Jiang understood the master's purpose.

After briefly describing the characteristics of the Fierce God team, the master said, "This time, I allow you to use the hidden weapons made by Tang San. It will be a surprise and you will definitely not give them a chance to stand up."

Eight people gathered around to discuss tactics.

Meng Jiang rolled a strand of his hair with his fingers and said, "These are a bunch of mad dogs. The tactic of this team battle is just one word, kill."

Tang San also understood the teacher's intention: "That's right. We will always have to face this kind of situation. It is better to be prepared this time than to encounter it suddenly in the future."

As a member of the Tang Sect, he has had this experience himself, and has also killed people who broke into the Tang Sect without permission. And Meng Jiang has no psychological burden at all about killing. She will not kill indiscriminately, but she is not afraid of contaminating human lives.

But the two of them could tell that the other people had probably never seen blood. However, Meng Jiang felt more at ease with Xiao Wu. After all, in the Star Dou Forest, she must have seen a lot of predators of the weak and the strong, and her mental quality should be relatively good.

Everyone gave their money to Flanders and asked him to help place bets while they prepared for the next team battle. Tang San adjusted the hidden weapons they would need later one by one.

The team battle began. The eight members of the Fierce God Team were all tall and strong men. They all looked about thirty years old. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and they exuded the smell of blood.

In terms of momentum, this is the strongest team that the eight Shrek people have ever encountered.

But... Meng Jiang's eyes were full of malice, and he suppressed the bloody aura that came towards his face, and the evil thoughts in his eyes almost solidified.

Both sides released their martial spirits. The eight Shrek men turned their wrists at the same time and took out a black box about a foot long from their soul guides or their arms. One end of the black box was quietly facing their opponents.

"Remember, leave no one behind." Meng Jiang's voice rang in the ears of the other six people except Tang San.

With the sound of "start", eight Zhuge Shen crossbows with good springs were launched. One hundred and twenty-eight crossbow arrows pierced the air and shot toward the Fierce God team overwhelmingly.

The god's slave comes out, and the evil spirit is destroyed.

Blood swarmed out from the eight bodies that were beaten like sieves, gradually converging into a bloody stream, and then filled most of the soul fighting platform.

There was a strong fishy sweetness in his nose. Meng Jiang secretly curled up the corners of his lips and put the black box without the crossbow and arrows into the package. From the corner of his eye, he saw his companions covering their mouths one after another and running out of the soul fighting platform.

"Tang San, go see Little Rabbit and the others." She then regained her expressionless expression and stepped forward through the blood on the ground, picking up the fired crossbow arrows among the blood and corpses.

It is not easy to make concealed weapons. It is a pity that so many crossbows and arrows were lost like this.

When she recovered all the crossbows and arrows and stepped off the stage, her blood-stained shoes left bloody footprints. Against the blood on her hands and the red lips under the mask, she looked like a Rakshasa.

Her indifferent state was simply weird compared to Xiao Wu and the others. Tang San was afraid that Flanders and other teachers would see something, so he pulled Meng Jiang and left quickly, "Dean, A Jiang and I go to the bathroom to clean these crossbow arrows."

In front of the sink, the sound of water and the clang of metal mixed together. Tang San took the crossbows and arrows from Meng Jiang's hand, cleaned them, and put them back into his Twenty-Four Bridges in the bright moonlit night.

And Meng Jiang could wash away the blood on his hands even if he freed his hands.

Seeing that she had washed her hands, Tang San squatted down and took off one of her shoes, carefully cleaning the blood stains on the soles. Meng Jiang put the foot he had taken off the shoe on Tang San's feet to maintain his balance.

After the two shoes were exchanged and washed, Tang San wiped the water on his hands and said, "Ajiang, your performance today may make the teachers worried."

"It doesn't matter," Meng Jiang didn't think it was serious, "I can explain. If the dean and others ask, I can tell the story about my scumbag adoptive father."

"This... is a reason." With a long sigh, Tang San held Meng Jiang's hand, "A Jiang, let's go back.