Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

"What's the rush? The competition won't start until tomorrow. You and the team members should have a good rest and recharge your batteries. It's just a small promotion match."

After saying that, Sikong Zheng put down his teacup, leaned back slowly on the recliner, stopped looking at Yao Zi, closed his eyes gently, and demonstrated on the spot how to recharge his batteries.

"Ok."

Yao Zi responded with a dumbfounded response, feeling helpless towards this powerful and willful captain.

Before setting off from the Botanical College to Tiandou City, the dean of the Botanical College repeatedly emphasized that all members of the Plant Team must obey Sikong Zheng's arrangements.

Furthermore, they couldn't describe how terrifying their captain's strength was. They only knew that even if the members of Team Plant joined forces, they would still be far from the opponent of the captain alone.

This was before their captain had activated his martial spirit. Once the captain became serious, they simply couldn't imagine it.

At least, they have never seen the captain's full strength.

The strength of their captain can only be described as unfathomable.

Therefore, all the members of Team Plant are accustomed to Sikong Zheng and are convinced by him.

At the same time, the Tiandou royal family and prince’s camp.

An elegant middle-aged man and a gentle and elegant young man were quietly sipping tea.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man sighed and frowned slightly, as if he had something on his mind.

"What's wrong, teacher, you seem to have something on your mind? Can you tell Qinghe? Maybe Qinghe can help."

The young man put down the tea cup, placed his hands gently on the armrests of the seat, and said gently and elegantly. His voice was extremely magnetic and had a special alluring charm.

Yes, the elegant young man is none other than the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

The elegant middle-aged man sitting opposite him is the leader of Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

Xue Qinghe was wearing ordinary aristocratic clothes, nothing particularly luxurious. He felt like an ordinary aristocrat, extremely low-key.

And his true identity is actually Qian Renxue, the owner of the Seraphim Martial Spirit and the saint of the Martial Spirit Elder Hall.

The real Xue Qinghe had died long ago and was disguised by Qian Renxue. The purpose was to help Wuhun Palace seize the Tiandou Empire without bloodshed.

If Tang San hadn't stopped him later, the Tiandou Empire would have been in Wuhun Palace's possession, and Wuhun Palace would have been able to take a peek at the Star Luo Empire and unify the continent in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

When Ning Fengzhi heard this, he did not hide it and said openly:

"There is indeed something on my mind. It concerns a young genius. That person possesses the fourth ring of ten thousand years and is extremely talented."

"Uncle Jian and I came together for this competition. One of our goals is to recruit this genius and make him join our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect."

"But, we couldn't find him in the Tiandou qualifiers, alas."

After Xue Qinghe listened carefully to Ning Fengzhi's thoughts, his eyes looked slightly confused and he tentatively said:

"The fourth ring of ten thousand years? The teacher is talking about brother Tang San? A few days ago, teacher, you brought him to ask me about the past of his father, Haotian Douluo. He is a member of the Haotian Sect, so he should not join Noble sect!"

Hearing the words Tang San, Ning Fengzhi's depressed mood improved slightly, and he showed a faint smile.

Originally, his purpose was to recruit another genius, but he never thought that this Tang San gave him a big surprise. He was also the fourth ring of ten thousand years, and his talent was no less than that genius.

In addition, Tang San was his daughter's partner, so he formed a good relationship with his Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and was naturally close to his Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Even if the genius of the Ten Thousand Years Fourth Ring would resent his Seven Treasures Glazed Sect because of that incident, he wouldn't worry anymore.

His daughter's school, Shrek Academy, had so many talented partners, so he felt relieved.

Moreover, his daughter Rongrong, with the help of Tang San Immortal Grass, was elevated to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and her talent was still no less than that of the ten-thousand-year-old fourth-level genius, which made him feel depressed.

Ning Fengzhi smiled softly and patiently explained:

"Tang San is indeed a once-in-a-hundred-year genius. His talents, talents and emotions are all extraordinary. Moreover, he is upright and extremely approachable."

"I often think, if Tang San were my son, that would be great!"

Xue Qinghe smiled lightly, thinking that he had guessed correctly, and said with a faint smile:

"Haha, brother Tang San is indeed extremely talented. He is a rare talent that can only be seen in a century. I am also very optimistic about him."

"If Brother Tang San were here and heard the teacher praising him so highly, I think he would be flattered!"

When Ning Fengzhi heard this, he also showed a faint smile, but suddenly changed the topic and said:

"However, the genius of the fourth ring of ten thousand years that I mentioned is someone else."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe put down the hand that picked up the tea cup again and said in surprise:

"Oh? Not brother Tang San? There is also a genius of the fourth ring of ten thousand years? Can you tell Qinghe what this person's name is?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly and said:

"Uncle Jian met this person. I don't know his name. I don't even know what he looks like!"

"I came here to look for him in this competition. Unfortunately, he has never appeared in the Tiandou qualifiers. He may be someone from other kingdoms or principalities!"

Of course, Ning Fengzhi was no longer obsessed with Sikong Zheng. It didn't matter whether he could recruit the best or not. He was already very happy to befriend Tang San.

"Oh, it's a pity. However, that genius might appear in the promotion competition. Please, teacher, enjoy tomorrow's promotion competition with me."

Xue Qinghe picked up the tea cup again and said with a smile on his face.

However, at this time, he was thinking in his heart:

A genius from the Fourth Ring of Ten Thousand Years?If he appears in this competition, I will definitely build a martial arts hall to recruit such talents.If he can't be used by my Wuhun Palace, then he will be killed.

As for Tang San, a member of the Haotian Sect who has a grudge against my Spirit Hall, he will definitely not enter the Spirit Hall. I can only prevent him from leaving the Spirit City, or subdue him in my current name. .

Xue Qinghe put down his teacup, looking extremely elegant and as if he were taking a breath of spring breeze.

Botanical College Camp.

"Ache, Ache."

Sikong Zheng sneezed twice in a row, stood up and drank a cup of tea. He rubbed his nose in great displeasure and groaned.

"Damn it, some pervert is lusting after my body!"

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Emperor Xue Ye stood up from the VIP seat, and said loudly through the soul guide:

"The promotion competition officially begins today. In the next fourteen days, I hope that each academy team will give full play to its own strength and show the style that a soul master should have."

"Here, I solemnly announce that the competition begins now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shouts sounded out like a landslide and tsunami, "Long live, long live, long live."

The Royal Knights raised their silver spears high, and the clanging sound of their armor and their loud shouts immediately startled the soul masters who had never seen such a scene before. The majesty of a great nation was clearly demonstrated.