Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

This night, everything was calm!

This night, there is an undercurrent!

Nothing happened that night, but a lot of things seemed to have happened!

That night, some people were so worried that they couldn't sleep!

This night, someone was happy and smiling!

The next morning!

The energetic Yang Pojun opened his eyes before dawn.

Next to him, the little aunt curled up and slept on his arm with a slight smile on her lips.

It can be seen from the neat clothes of the two people under the thin blanket that there was no fierce and bloody battle here last night!

Ok……

Yes, yesterday, Yang Pojun hugged his little aunt and slept quietly all night.

It's not that he is empty, but he understands that at this time, the little aunt needs a harbor most to anchor her tired soul after returning from a long voyage.

The broken heart needs to be repaired slowly. Only the resonance of body and soul can completely get rid of the haze in her heart.

No amount of love words can erase the trauma in my heart, and no amount of words can be worth the company of my lover!

Judging from the gentle breathing and shallow smile of the young aunt, it turned out that Yang Pojun's move was quite wise.

At a certain moment, Liu Erlong's thick eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes immediately.

The two looked at each other, and she smiled sweetly, saying nothing!

No matter how explosive a character is, a woman is still a woman and needs spiritual comfort.

She originally thought that this little bastard was here to take advantage of her again, but Yang Pojun showed her through his actual actions that he was not only a considerate, human-clothed beast, but also a considerate man.

Liu Erlong was really lucky to have met this little bastard. He had a rough side and a gentle side.

It’s okay for life to be miserable, but it’s good for your beloved to be at home!

No matter what worldly views he has, no matter what rumors he has, Liu Erlong only knows that he truly likes him, more than anything else.

The two of them put on clothes rustlingly and had breakfast in a leisurely and elegant manner. They did not communicate much on the way, but the atmosphere was harmonious and their behavior was tacit, just like partners who had spent many years together.

Hey...Master and Flender don't look very good today...

Arriving at the Soul Fighting Arena as agreed, Yang Pojun immediately saw the master and Flender who had been waiting for a long time.

The master's stiff face and dark eyes seemed to be telling what happened to him last night.

And Flanders was no better than him. He looked exhausted and seemed to have aged a lot overnight!

"Where's Xiao Wu?"

As students arrived one after another, the master frowned and glanced at Ning Rongrong.

"Xiao Wu is not feeling well and needs to rest for a day!" Ning Rongrong looked sad, and Xiao Wu's depressed look made her very worried.

"I'll go see her!" Liu Erlong, who was in good spirits, pursed his lips!

Uncomfortable?

Are you scared?

Glancing at Liu Erlong with hidden sorrow, the master nodded expressionlessly.

Flanders sighed helplessly, frowning as if there was some unsolvable sadness lingering in his heart.

Gu</span> "I don't care how you practiced before. Since I accepted Dean Liu Erlong's commission, from now on, all of you must do what I ask. If someone can't bear it, you can choose Exit!" After Liu Erlong left, the master glanced at everyone coldly.

Yang Pojun looked at the master lazily, but Yang Pojun didn't express any opinion!

"Perhaps you are not familiar with the competition system, so let me educate you first. The Soul Master Competition is not determined by one round. The entire competition system is divided into three parts, the preliminary round, the promotion round, and the finals." The master said without leaving a trace. After staying on Yang Pojun for a moment, he continued to talk.

"The qualifiers are conducted in the form of team battles, with a single round-robin format. Those with the highest points in each division advance to the next round. The promotion round is more like a time for players to show themselves. Each college sends seven players to compete one by one. The winner continues to accept the opponent's challenge until all parties lose."

"The finals will resume the team battle mode, but it will not be a round robin, but a knockout round!"

I don’t know why, listening, listening, Yang Pojun always has a bad feeling. Although every word he says seems to be popularizing the competition system, Yang Pojun just feels vaguely that it seems that the master’s words are bringing There are other purposes...

"We have..." The master paused briefly and looked at Yang Pojun: "Yang Pojun, what is your soul power?"

Although they have seen Yang Pojun's strength, so far, his soul power has always been a mystery. When the master asked this, Dai Mubai and others were also quite curious.

"Level 57, Soul King!" Yang Pojun twitched his lips and spoke of his current level of cultivation in an understatement.

After absorbing the soul ring of the amethyst soul-eating python, the soul power had reached the peak of level 56. After absorbing another soul bone, the soul power naturally broke through.

"It's a lie..." The corners of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched fiercely twice. He suspected that Yang Pojun was bluffing.

"Fuck..." Ma Hongjun's eyes widened. He remembered that Yang Pojun was still a soul master when they first met. He had been promoted to almost twenty levels after two years. How could this be possible?

"The Soul King... is actually the Soul King... no wonder I can't beat him!" Tang San looked at Yang Pojun with a complicated expression, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Swallowing in disbelief, Oscar opened his mouth, his expression frozen on his face.

Taking a breath of cold air, Ning Rongrong felt her heart beating wildly.

After looking at Yang Pojun, Flanders and Master both had some horror in their eyes...

They suspected that Yang Pojun was talking nonsense. How could someone cultivate to the realm of Soul King in their teens?

But reason told them that at this time, there was no need for him to lie...

In other words... he really has the strength of a Soul King...

Looking at each other, Flender and the master both saw the shock in each other's eyes!

No wonder...no wonder he dared to speak wildly and wanted to lead Lanba Academy to compete for the championship in this soul master competition.

One soul king, three soul sects, and three soul masters, this level of strength is enough to stand out from the rest...

The brain recovered from the shutdown state and regained the ability to think. The master took a deep look at Yang Pojun: "I didn't expect that he would have the strength of the Soul King at such a young age. I was wrong. Xiaosan did not lose unjustly!"

"Very good, with you, the Soul King, in charge, we are more confident this time!" After exhaling a breath, the master actually showed a smile on his stiff face.

"Now, there is still some time before the start of the Soul Master Competition. With Mubai's qualifications, he should be able to break through to the Soul Sect realm before the Soul Master Competition. In other words, our lineup will eventually be led by a Soul King. Four Soul Sects are assisting, and two Soul Sects are at the bottom."

"It stands to reason that such a lineup will definitely take the lead in the competition. However, it is a taboo for military strategists to take it lightly. In previous competitions, most of the teams that had the last laugh were the teams sent by Wuhun Palace. Therefore, based on my experience, The lineup sent by Wuhundian this time cannot be underestimated, so we must preserve our strength before the regional promotion competition or the finals!"

Seeing the master's intent, Yang Pojun probably guessed what he wanted to say.

As expected, the master's next words proved Yang Pojun's conjecture.

"During the game, I will analyze the strength of your opponents in advance. If it is not necessary, I will not easily put Yang Pojun, the trump card, on the field. Even if it is other Soul Sects, I will decide according to the situation."

Okay... this routine is very smooth. Your words just hid me in the snow!

Staring at the master with deep meaning, Yang Pojun knew that he wanted to isolate himself and make room for Tang San to perform.

However, Yang Pojun is not a pushy person, so the master's arrangement gave him an excuse to be lazy.

There is a group of excellent tool people charging ahead to clear the obstacles for themselves, why not do it?