Douluo's Beginning Blue Silver Emperor, Son of the Spirit Hall

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Soto City, gate.

"goodbye!"

Meng Yiran reluctantly waved goodbye to Bibi Yi, causing Zhu Zhuqing to be wary of her.

Her third soul ring has also been obtained with Bibi Yi's help.

But now she is going home with her grandparents, and they have been out for a while.

Seeing Meng Yiran like this, Bibi Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because there was something wrong with Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

"If I still have a chance, I'll treat you to a big dinner next time we meet."

"You must keep your promise!"

Meng Yiran and Long Gong She Po left. When they were in the Star Dou Forest, Bibi Yi had already fought with them.

I also know my own limits. It's okay to beat the seven-ring soul saint, but the old seven-ring soul saint is not.

Although it won't be killed instantly by the veteran Soul Saint, it will be consumed by the opponent until it dies.

"It seems we still need to hurry up and get the fifth soul ring."

"Fifth spirit ring?"

Zhao Wuji on the side was stunned and looked at Bibi Yi with something wrong, as if he was looking at a monster.

He remembered that the last time Bibi volunteered was level 40, and the teacher who was present during the whole process told him.

How long has it been since you reached level 50?

Tang San, Xiao Wu and the others also looked at Bibi Yi. They all wondered if Bibi Yi had turned into some old monster.

"I just haven't hunted soul rings. If I haven't improved my condition to the best, hunting soul rings is a waste."

"For example, my fourth soul ring is 2 years old..."

Bibiyi didn't release his Sharingan martial spirit, he didn't want to expose too much yet.

Although he has now opened the three magatama sharingan, he has not obtained the memory of level 51 Uchiha Sasuke.

To be honest, he was also very coveted for Uchiha Sasuke's S-level ninjutsu, which was the famous Thunder Release Kirin.

"2 years! Or the fourth soul ring? Bullshit!"

Tang San and the others gave Bi Yi a thumbs up. Ten thousand years or something was so far away from them.

However, considering that Bibi Yi’s other martial soul’s first soul ring is ten thousand years, it feels like nothing.

If they knew that the Blue Silver Emperor's first soul ring was 9 years old, I wonder if they would call Bibi Yi a monster.

Bibi Yi had no idea of ​​going back to Shrek Academy with Zhao Wuji and the others, but took Zhu Zhuqing to the Soul Fighting Field.

"If you want to quickly improve your strength, fighting is the best way."

"How would you know?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned red, thinking that Bibi Yi had heard what he had said to Juhuaguan before.

At this time, Juhuaguan appeared with a resentful look on his face. He had been watching them eat barbecue for several days.

"Xiaoyi is right, fighting is indeed the best way to improve your strength."

"I'll make you up tonight."

With one word from Bibi Yi, Ju Hua Guan was resurrected to full status.

He greeted Zhu Zhuqing, pointed in the direction of the spirit fighting arena, and said with full fighting spirit:

"Let's go! I'll take you to improve your strength. Xiaoyi, hurry up and prepare the ingredients. Leave this place to me."

"Ditch! Ditch! Ditch! Run! Our goal is..."

Seeing Ju Huaguan and Zhu Zhuqing running towards the spirit fighting arena with high spirits, Bibi Yi shook her head helplessly.

"It's so passionate. I hope everyone is okay."

In the next few days, the three of them were either in the spirit fighting arena or on the way to buy ingredients.

After a few days, Zhu Zhuqing's strength improved rapidly under the guidance of Juhuaguan.

Even if Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San were to fight now, she would not necessarily lose.

That night, the three of them continued to soak in the spirit fighting arena.

"Next, I invite the Nether Civet Cat and Thousand-Handed Shura..."

"Huh? Senju Shura?"

"what happened?"

Although Bibi Yi muttered in a low voice, Zhu Zhuqing and Ju Huaguan who were present heard it.

Bibiyi will naturally not hide anything. Only by knowing your enemy and yourself can you be victorious in every battle.

"He is Tang San, Zhuqing, please be careful behind his back."

"Ok!"

Zhu Zhuqing has reached level 34 after this period of hard work, and Tang San should be level 32 at this time.

The pretty girl in a short skirt with wings was slightly startled when she looked at the two contestants.

She found that the two contestants were not very old, probably around 12 years old.

[The author said: There are three age groups of Tang San in the comics, but there are only two age groups of Tang San in the anime. You can understand them all. 】

"Please release your martial spirits, the competition is about to begin."

The little sister flapped her wings and slowly rose into the sky, and the war cry also sounded.

It was also the first time for them to see the referee lady in a miniskirt.

It seems that the new girl hasn't noticed yet, and she has already leaked her hair at this time.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced coldly at the men around him, but when he saw Bibi Yi, he found that his face was calm.

In fact, Bibiyi had already opened the three magatama sharingan just now and remembered that beautiful moment in his mind.

"Level 32, Blue Silver Grass, please enlighten me!"

"Level 34, Nether Civet."

The little confused referee girl raised her hands and gave an order.

"Game start!"

Zhu Zhuqing rushed forward without hesitation. She knew Tang San was difficult to deal with, so this was just a feint.

When Tang San used his first soul skill, Zhu Zhuqing had already changed direction and was waiting for the opportunity to move around Tang San.

During this period, Zhu Zhuqing not only improved in strength, but also in physical strength.

Without using hidden weapons, Tang San couldn't do anything against Zhu Zhuqing for a while.

Zhu Zhuqing would suddenly catch Tang San from time to time, making Tang San very passive.

Tang San has been hiding in the east, looking very embarrassed, but in fact he is waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

An old coin!