Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

"Soul power is not the final criterion that determines the strength of a soul master. Only actual combat can test whether a person is a qualified soul master. Therefore, today, I will conduct a comprehensive review of each of you in order to match your abilities for each battle. Best lineup! Yang Pojun, although you don’t have to play in the early stage, as the captain, you can’t slack off, so it’s up to you to test their strength!”

"Me?" Yang Pojun was stunned. I treat other people as tools. Master also wants to use me as a tool?

"Well, what, do you have any objections?" The master said with a straight face, "Because the gap between your soul powers is too big, you can only use two... no, you can only use one soul skill. Is there a problem?"

Okay, tool people will be tool people. Yang Pojun nodded and accepted the master's assignment.

"Mubai, you come first!" He breathed a sigh of relief. The master was really afraid that he wouldn't cooperate.

"Me?" Dai Mubai's mouth twitched!

"Mubai, after all, you are close to the strength of the Soul Sect. Why, don't you have the courage?" Patting Dai Mubai on the shoulder, the master frowned.

At this moment, Dai Mubai wanted to ask the master three questions.

courage?

Dear master, you know, this is not a question of courage. If you are dealing with an ordinary Soul King, even if you can't defeat it, you will just get beaten.

But dealing with this guy is so deadly!

This guy is simply inhuman. His soul ring dates from a thousand years ago...

Fortunately, the master told Dai Mubai that there was no need to decide the winner, as long as he showed his strength to everyone, and the other auxiliary soul masters would provide him with logistical support and would not let him get hurt. , Dai Mubai immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh... um... let's compare, let's just compare, don't take it too seriously!" Although he had eaten Oscar's big sausage, there were three auxiliary soul masters, Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, and Jiangzhu, standing by at any time.

There was no way, Yang Pojun had left such a deep shadow on Dai Mubai, so when he actually stood in front of Yang Pojun, Dai Mubai still felt a little guilty.

"Xiao Bai, don't be nervous. I don't eat people. I'll give you a chance to attack first!" Yang Pojun, who thought he was showing an amiable smile, comforted Dai Mubai.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Dai Mubai, who was forced to go up Liangshan, swallowed and spit, his whole body soul power surged, the white tiger possessed him, and three soul rings slowly rose from his feet.

Clenching his fists, the energy around him slowly rotated and condensed.

The surging soul power seemed to have condensed into substance.

As Ning Rongrong sacrificed the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda behind him, two rays of light fell on him.

Dai Mubai's first and third soul rings flashed one after another, and his whole body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and his upper body clothes were completely stretched, revealing the terrifying outline of his muscles.

Suddenly, Dai Mubai's legs were like springs, and he jumped high into the air. His momentum reached its peak in an instant, like a tiger leaping through the mountains and forests, launching a fatal attack on the prey in the distance!

The red light in his eyes was overflowing, and he was emitting a terrifying aura as if he was bloodthirsty.

His whole body was shrouded in a faint golden light, and a punch like a tiger's palm struck towards Yang Pojun like a comet!

The violent energy made the whole hall roar, and the chandelier on the ceiling swayed!

Nodding slightly, the master's eyes flashed with light. Everything today was planned by him.

Every word spoken and every decision made has a profound meaning.

Isolating Yang Pojun was only the first step in his plan. If he wanted Tang San to shine in the Soul Master Competition, he would also need to use force to frighten the other Lanba Academy people.

As long as Dai Mubai showed absolute strength, he believed that if he gave Tang San his power, no one would have any objections.

As for Yang Pojun?

By the time he appears, it will be at least the finals. At that time, he can take over the commanding authority.

In order to train Tang San, the master spared no effort and almost everyone was involved.

However, Yang Pojun, the master's nemesis, slapped him once again...

Without dodge or avoidance, Yang Pojun also made his own counterattack in the face of this punch.

The violent energy surged in like a sea tide, and Yang Pojun was like a rock, standing still.

His eyes were calm, his breath was calm, all his emotions settled down, and he entered the best state in an instant.

Concentrate a little bit and get to the top!

Without using any soul skills, he charged up his soul power and threw out a punch, mixed with wind and thunder!

"boom--"

After a muffled sound, Dai Mubai's face changed drastically, and the golden light on his body quietly shattered. He felt as if his fist had hit an iron plate!

He didn't even have a shred of confidence to shake!

Immediately afterwards, a huge force far beyond his imagination came from the opponent's fist!

The irresistible terrifying power spread from the arms to the whole body.

Gu</span>Dai Mubai instantly flew backwards like a cannonball!

Boom!

After gliding for a few meters, Dai Mubai's face turned rosy and he put one hand on the ground. His whole body was trembling, as if he would fall down at any time.

The air was unusually quiet.

The fragrance of flowers overflowed, and as a ray of white light entered his body, Dai Mubai's complexion improved.

On the other side, Yang Pojun waved his hand.

"Yes, there is progress. The peak strength of the Soul Sect is enough to compete with the average Soul Sect in terms of strength!"

Is this over?

Master and Flender were confused!

Well, actually...

They are not the only ones confused.

All Shrek students, including Tang San, looked confused.

What the hell!

Killing Dai Mubai, the peak soul master, with one punch. Isn't this too cruel?

Well, with this punch, Yang Pojun used his strength to dispel everyone's doubts.

The strength of the Soul King cannot be doubted!

"In the past two years, the gap between us has become wider and wider..." The therapeutic effect of Ye Lingling's Nine-Colored Begonia was very significant. He rubbed his fists and Dai Mubai stood up with a wry smile on his face.

Looking at Yang Pojun with complicated eyes, the master then called out Ma Hongjun. After thinking about it, he called out Tang San.

It seems that I have to change my plan...

As a member of Shrek, the master will certainly not forget others. According to Liu Erlong, students with strength below Soul Master are not eligible to participate in the Soul Master Competition.

On the surface, the master is asking Yang Pojun to test everyone's strength, but secretly, he intends to let other Shrek students show their worth.

In this way, it's a good idea to arrange them on the field!

The reason why the master called out Tang San was because Dai Mubai's performance after his appearance today seemed a bit appetizing to him...

Can you skip the meal?

In the eyes of the master, he has limited Yang Pojun's strength. You can at least hold on for a while and just punch...

Are you sure you tried your best?

Are you not an undercover agent sent to manipulate my state of mind?

Ma Hongjun: "..."

When he heard the master calling him, Ma Hongjun trembled and subconsciously took a step back!

or……

Should I not participate in this Soul Master Competition?

Looking at Ma Hongjun who was a bit complacent, Flanders kicked him with some dissatisfaction.

You are my direct disciple, Flanders, how can you be so cowardly?

In order for you to participate in the Soul Master Competition, do you know how much hair I lost before I came up with this solution?

Ah, I don't live anymore!

Ma Hongjun's chubby face twisted into a ball. He had an old grudge with Yang Pojun, and he was afraid that this guy would kill him.

Looking at the aggrieved Ma Hongjun, Yang Pojun waved his hand and comforted him: "Come on, little fat man, let me see if there is any progress. Don't worry, I will be gentle!"

Uh……

Yang Pojun's comforting words sounded like a reminder to Ma Hongjun's ears.

Ma Hongjun looked at Yang Pojun with an expression that said, "You can just fool the ghost." Then he shook his head. He felt that his life was more important than participating in the Soul Master Competition.