Douluo: Opening Awakening Master Ball

Chapter 126

"What is the original martial spirit?"

Wang Zhen asked with a look of confusion on his face.

"It's nothing."

Ning Yuan shook his head.

The body martial spirit is an extremely rare type of martial spirit. It usually uses human body parts as the martial spirit. Its strength is not inferior to that of various weapon spirits and animal martial spirits.

Even the original martial spirit is stronger.

After Wang Zhen summoned his martial spirit in front of him, his arms swelled again, full of explosive power, which looked quite impactful.

He licked his lips, his eyes full of fighting intent, as if he couldn't wait for the next battle.

Ning Yuan was a little surprised that such an interesting character appeared right after the assessment began.

With Wang Zhen taking the lead, others began to get ready to take action.

"Why don't we come together?"

Someone tried to ask.

But what responded to him was a brief silence. After a while, a voice came from the crowd.

"Tianshu said no matter what the means, let's go together! No matter how powerful they are, there is only four of them, how can they stop everyone."

This sentence made many people suddenly realize.

Due to the momentum shown by Ning Yuan and others, they immediately forgot about their numerical advantage.

Yes, no matter how strong you are, can you still stop hundreds of people at the same time?

As long as they swarm up, they will definitely be able to break through the interception and successfully register.

It's just that no one wants to be that stepping stone. In their eyes, Wang Zhen's behavior is very stupid, and he will undoubtedly serve as a wedding dress for others.

Seeing that the crowd was still hesitating, the voice in the crowd sounded again.

"The one in front can't get up. If not, don't block the people behind you, okay?"

Ning Yuan had activated the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower at this time, and three rays of light fell on Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, come here."

he said, stepping aside.

Seeing the imposing Wang Zhen, Xiao Wu walked forward eager to give it a try.

When passing by Ning Yuan, Ning Yuan whispered.

"This Wang Zhen's martial spirit is extraordinary. Be careful with his arms and don't confront him head-on."

Being judged as unusual by Ning Yuan made Xiao Wu a little more vigilant. After examining his opponent, he nodded.

"it is good."

After Xiao Wu finished speaking, his body shot out and joined Wang Zhenzhan.

Ning Yuan looked at the crowd with interest, and keenly caught the guy in the crowd who was constantly making fire.

The other party didn't notice it, and kept changing positions, still mocking Laman.

"Oh, if you don't want to go, go to another college. Don't waste everyone's time here."

"They said they won't collect waste. You guys who don't even dare to move, go home!"

Because there were so many people outside the door, no one noticed for a while that the sounds of making fire came from the same person.

Hearing these ironic words, many people in front gritted their teeth and summoned their martial spirits to rush forward.

Ning Yuan saw that the guy was still fighting the fire, and even reached out to push the crowd in front, driving several people away.

"let's start."

Ning Yuan turned his head and confessed to Meng Yiran and Mo Ling.

At the same time, the light of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower in his hand skyrocketed, and the attributes of the two of them were increased at the same time.

Mo Ling felt that her body became lighter, her whole body was full of strength, and her soul power became stronger.

She held the broken army gun in her hand, crossed Ning Yuan's side, and stood with the gun in her hand. Facing the large crowd rushing into the school gate, a look of solemnity appeared in her eyes.

Compared with Ning Yuan and Xiao Wu, Mo Ling's strength is much inferior and she cannot confidently face the siege.

But she was not timid at all. The soul rings on her body lit up one after another, and she raised her gun and swept across.

The black armored gun made a gust of wind sound in her hand, and the tip of the gun flashed with cold light, instantly forcing back the five or six people who were approaching.

Mo Ling's long black hair fluttered in the wind, looking heroic.

Meng Yiran, who had been standing at the back, was not idle at this time. Her snake staff continuously shot out light blades, attacking the fish that slipped through the net under Mo Ling's men.

The unparalleled sharp light blade also forced back many new students who rushed forward.

Ning Yuan maintained the support of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to the three of them while observing the battle situation.

"Those two seniors aren't that strong. A few more people can break through the defense line. Let's all go together."

Voices came from the crowd again.

Under the stimulation of the Gonghuo people, a large number of people summoned their martial spirits and rushed in, and the scene gradually began to become chaotic.

In front of Mo Ling was a mass of black heads, like ocean waves, with one wave repelled and another wave coming forward.

Even with the remote assistance of Meng Yiran's Light Blade, he was still struggling to deal with it.

The battle between Xiao Wu and Wang Zhen was somewhat stalemate, and there was no time to help.

Wang Zhen's strength was unexpectedly strong, and his arms were swinging like a sledgehammer. It was extremely difficult for Xiao Wu to get close, and there was no way to use his soft skills.

Occasionally, I caught the flaw a few times, but the whip leg was also blocked by the arm.

But if you look closely, you can still find that Xiao Wu has the upper hand, and Wang Zhen can only passively defend. Coupled with the gap in soul power, defeat will be a matter of time.

Ning Yuan stopped paying attention to Xiao Wu and looked towards the crowd.

"I'm telling you, buddy, you can't charge like this! Are there any defensive soul masters? Hurry up and get some protection from the long-range attack soul masters."

"And you guys, are you from the agility attack system? Let's see if we can find an opportunity to sneak attack on the senior who is causing trouble behind."

Hearing these words, Ning Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and thought to himself, good guy, are you still taking command?

He couldn't help but look at the other person a few times.

He was a thin young man, wearing simple clothes, the kind that could hardly be noticed in a crowd.

Since he had never summoned his martial soul, Ning Yuan didn't know what kind of soul master the other party was.

But what he has done so far is very interesting, and he is actually commanding the new army.

Perhaps sensing Ning Yuan's gaze, the young man suddenly shrank his neck and disappeared into the crowd.

After a while, the voice came from other directions, still directing the freshmen.

Originally, the battle was a mess, but Mo Ling and Meng Yiran's suppression was relatively successful.

The freshmen had little combat experience, so when they heard someone commanding them, they subconsciously obeyed, which immediately doubled the pressure on the two of them.

Mo Ling gradually couldn't stop the crowd, and several agile freshmen from the agility attack department rushed in front of Meng Yiran.

Fortunately, Meng Yiran's second soul skill, Snake Body, can make his body as flexible as a snake and avoid attacks in an extremely weird way.

Then several light blades fell on the freshmen, knocking them to the ground.

Seeing this scene, many people suddenly felt that it was not that difficult to pass the level. With someone directing them, they started to rush through the level even more crazily.

After a while, more than 100 freshmen rushed into the school gate.

At first, there were 20 people. Mo Ling and Meng could still handle it, but now they were overwhelmed by the crowd.

Several freshmen from the defense department stood at the front, taking on Mo Ling's offensive. The agility and attack department soul masters kept trying to attack Meng Yiran at close range.

Of course, some people chose to bypass the battlefield directly and rush to the registration office where Xu Xin was in the distance.

"Twice."

Ning Yuan muttered.

What he called "two blows" did not refer to this group of freshmen, but specifically to Wang Zhen and the young man in the crowd who was still conducting the command.

(End of this chapter)