Douluo: My Wuhun is the Eye of Jianjigu

Chapter 101 Big lie, terrified Dai Mubai! (four thousand three chapters)

When the dragon's whisker needle pierced the flesh and blood, the soul power dissipated and became as thin as an ox hair, but the extremely tough dragon's whisker needle shrank in an instant and disorderly.

Even though Zhao Wuji had reacted immediately and mobilized his muscles to suppress him, but...

"Ah~!"

Different from what he pretended to do before, this time he really made a miserable groan.

Blood bags the size of fists swelled up almost instantly at the location where the dragon's whisker needle was pierced.

even

If Zhao Wuji's body hadn't been tough enough, the sharpness of the dragon's beard needle itself would have reached the bone directly, and I wouldn't be able to believe it then.

Zhao Wuji screamed, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Is this what that boy Yan Yi told him to be careful about?

The pain of having his flesh and blood torn apart, and the broken muscles, made Zhao Wuji, a level 76 soul saint, keep twitching his mouth.

The cold sweat on his forehead was like raindrops, popping up like crazy.

"hiss!"

Ning Rongrong, who was supporting Xiao Wu in the distance and continuing to watch the battle, couldn't help but collapse when he heard the screams of Zhao Wuji and saw two blood bags bulging out from the unknown weapon that easily penetrated his body. Take a breath of cool air.

"What a terrifying weapon, it can actually completely ignore that teacher's soul defense!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered.

Although the group of people could not break through Zhao Wuji's defense even once after being buffed by her, Ning Rongrong did not see them clearly because of this, because she knew the Soul Sage very well, especially the Fudo Ming King Zhao Wuji who was extremely good at defense. The Soul Saint is simply not a being that they can defeat in this realm.

Not to mention anything else, the other party can directly seriously injure you or even kill you with a casual blow, but you can't even hurt the other party's fur.

But now.

The scene in front of her made her extremely surprised.

What kind of weapon is that?

Why have I never seen it, let alone heard of it being used by that sect or force on the mainland?

He was actually able to ignore the Fudo King's defense.

If... this is a sneak attack, then...

The moment Tang San attacked with a hidden weapon, she began to pay attention to this weakling who she didn't pay much attention to at first.

Yes.

In Ning Rongrong's heart, even if his soul power level reached level 29, which was three levels higher than hers, it didn't mean anything, because she just didn't want to practice, otherwise she would be too young with her talent. You can reach the realm of level [-] soul master.

As for Wuhun.

One is Douluo Continent's most powerful auxiliary martial spirit - Qibao Glazed Pagoda, and the other is Douluo Continent's Blue Silver Grass martial spirit that can be seen everywhere. How could this not be in the eyes of Ning Rongrong, who was extremely arrogant in his heart.

It's just that... the weapon that broke through Zhao Wuji's defense seemed to be able to be used by auxiliary soul masters.

Such strong aggressiveness is more than enough to make up for the lack of damage done by auxiliary soul masters.

Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering what she was thinking in her heart.

After the first scream, Zhao Wuji held his neck and could only resist the wound. The pain of muscle tearing was like a wave of waves.

Being attacked by a candidate was embarrassing enough in itself. Even after being reminded by another candidate, he arrogantly pushed him away, which led to his current situation.

but

Zhao Wuji's temper was so tenacious that he endured the pain of foreign objects rubbing against his flesh and blood, and shouted: "Good boy, come again!"

"Is this the golden dragon's beard needle?"

Yan Yi glanced at the three golden balls held between his fingers, which were like gold and extremely round and smooth on the outside, and poured soul power into them.

These four dragon whisker needles instantly deformed and turned into three needle-like hidden weapons as thin as cow hair.

After confirming, Yan Yi took back his soul power and put the dragon's whisker needle, which had turned into a small metal ball, into his belt.

From the beginning, Yan Yi guessed that it might be something like this. After glancing at Zhao Wuji who was standing next to him, he understood the viciousness of this hidden weapon.

The Dragon Beard Needle is similar to the memory metal of Yan Yi's previous life. After being injected with soul power, it will turn into a needle-shaped natural hidden weapon. It completely ignores the defense of the soul power. What is even more terrifying and vicious is that when the soul power inside the Dragon Beard Needle dissipates , it will instantly and disorderly restore the previous state of the ball.

Thinking of this, Yan Yi couldn't help but sigh, this is why Zhao Wuji took over this hidden weapon.

If he hadn't been a warrior soul saint who was good at defense, even if the Dragon Beard Needle could ignore his soul power defense, the strong physique gained from years of training would still slow down the Dragon Beard Needle, and it would not be able to reach the bone and nerves before the soul power dissipated. , otherwise he would be half disabled just now, how could he still have the strength to shout.

"Damn!"

Seeing this scene, Tang San couldn't help but secretly hate it.

If Yan Yi hadn't stepped in, the five dragon-whisker needles just now would have definitely hit Zhao Wuji. As long as he grasped the flaw at that moment, he would have passed the test.

"Since you rushed in by yourself, then... you can't blame me!"

Even though the fire of anger in his heart was so intense that Tang San was about to explode, he still forced himself to calm down.

Subsequently

He raised his hands, which were green and jade-like.

"24 Bridges on a Moonlit Night!"

In an instant, the storage space that stored the hidden weapons he had continuously created over the years turned into 24 light balls suspended on both sides of his arms.

"go to hell!"

next moment

The moment Tang San's eyes turned purple and he opened the Purple Demon Eyes, he shouted loudly.

His hands drew a series of afterimages in the air, and countless flying needles, flying knives and other hidden weapons were shot at Zhao Wuji... and Yan Yi in various weird ways.

"Hmph, who gave you the courage? Put me within the attack range too?"

Seeing Tang San's hand movement, Yan Yi sneered.

The soul power was released, and with a thought, two yellow soul rings appeared under his feet.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda made of ice crystals instantly emerged from the martial soul library and floated on Yan Yi's left shoulder.

"Seven...Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower!"

Ning Rongrong kept looking at the hidden weapons thrown by Tang San, trying to deduce some clues from the shapes and effects of these strange weapons, when suddenly she noticed Yan Yi's movements out of the corner of her eye.

After seeing the Qibao Glazed Tower floating on Yan Yi's left shoulder, exuding a cold air, crystal clear, and constantly rotating, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This... this is impossible, how could he be a member of our Qibao Glazed Sect!"

Could it be that his father had already discovered that he had run away from home this time?

Is this guy sent to protect me?

However, how could there be such a genius in the sect.

At the age of 11, he is already a level 39 fighting soul master. There is no way that he has not heard any rumors!

Ning Rongrong's expression kept changing.

"This is the terrifying thing about copying soul master Yan Yi's martial soul."

Standing aside, he gently put down Zhu Zhuqing, who had woken up from a coma but was still seriously injured. Dai Mubai looked at Yan Yi with some indescribable complex emotions in his tone.

"What? Copy soul master? What is that?"

Ning Rongrong subconsciously turned her head to look at Dai Mubai, but the latter did not continue to explain, and just said casually, "Keep reading!"

Forcibly suppressing the doubts in their hearts, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who woke up, turned their attention to Yan Yi.

At this moment, Yan Yi didn't know that Dai Mubai would expose his old background again. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Because the previous state of blessing was still at its lowest level, Yan Yi opened his lips slightly.

"force!"

"speed!"

Subsequently

Two colorful rays of light flew out of the suspended Seven Treasures Glazed Tower and disappeared into his body.

Feeling that the soul power in his body that had suddenly been reduced by half was quickly filled up by the feedback of the 10-year-old soul ring, as well as the body full of power and the light and erratic feeling, Yan Yi grinned.

"Teacher, this is the grudge between me and Xiaosan'er. Let me resolve it..."

"Stinky boy, what do you want to do!"

As soon as he heard the first half of Yan Yi's words, Zhao Wuji's expression changed and he became furious. In an instant, he opened his palm as big as a leaf fan and grabbed Yan Yi.

This is his opponent. Yan Yi actually wants to rob him. How can he bear this?

however

The moment his palm was about to fall on Yan Yi's shoulder, the last word "him" in Yan Yi's sentence became distorted in a burst of purple light.

Zhao Wuji looked at the afterimage that slowly dissipated in front of him, his expression extremely ugly, "When exactly was it?"

Is this kid's speed so terrifying?

It actually reached such a level that he, a level 76 soul saint, didn't notice it at all.

Wait, is the spirit on the shoulders of this boy Yan Yi just now the same as that of the little girl from the Qibao Glazed Sect?

Is he from the Qibao Glazed Sect?

How is this possible, that an auxiliary soul master can be so powerful?

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes when he thought about how Yan Yi effortlessly received a punch with [-]% of his strength at the beginning.

perhaps

It's time for me to talk to that old ghost Flanders.

"The first soul skill Nether Spike!"

Accompanied by a shrill meow.

Whoosh!

Yan disappeared from the spot in an instant.

On the basis of the 20.00% speed increase from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, plus the 200% speed increase from the Nether Civet Cat's first soul skill - Nether Thrust, Yan Yi's speed reached an extremely terrifying level.

The moment he said those words, he actually disappeared from where he was.

Tang San, whose eyes had been staring at Yan Yi, was extremely horrified, and the speed of throwing the hidden weapon with both hands suddenly doubled.

One time

The center of the square was completely enveloped by the roar of hidden weapons piercing the air.

"Hurry up, faster!"

"Damn, damn, how can this guy have such terrifying speed? Can his eyes even strengthen the soul skills of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

"how can that be!"

Tang San, who had activated the Purple Demon Eyes, could only barely capture the afterimage left by Yan Yi from the front. The hidden weapon in his hand was thrown like a violent storm in the direction where he predicted Yan Yi's trajectory, and he even gave up the attack completely. Zhao Wuji.

but

All in vain.

The ghostly traces from Tang San really showed their terrifying power in Yan Yi's hands at this time.

There is almost no gap in the face of a hidden weapon that fills all the space.

Under that terrifying speed, Yan Yi's figure was like a real ghost, erratic and moving, and no one knew where he might appear next moment.

Even among all the people present, no one could capture the real trace of Yan Yi at this time.

The only thing that can be seen is the afterimage left by Yan Yi who used the ghost to hide from the hidden weapon. He didn't know how long ago.

"What a horrible guy!"

Dai Mubai swallowed hard as he looked at the hundreds of lingering shadows of Yan Yi that were almost spread across the entire square at the same time.

This time he completely agreed with Teacher Li Yusong’s evaluation of Yan Yi.

This guy is a monster among monsters.

Compared with him, whether it is himself or anyone in the academy, or even the famous geniuses on Douluo Continent, they are all mediocre and useless.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was half-sitting, had her lips slightly opened and her expression was astonished.

for a long time

She said with some uncertainty: "Is that... a ghost civet?"

Pointing at the ghost civet that was glowing with purple light and rapidly twisting and deforming behind Yan Yi's afterimage, Zhu Zhuqing asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes."

Dai Mubai nodded, with a solemn expression, "That was Yan Yi who used his martial spirit's special ability to copy your martial spirit!"

Copied martial spirit?

Could it be that the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda came from me?

Hearing Dai Mubai's reply to Zhu Zhuqing's words, Ning Rongrong's red lips slightly opened and her face looked extremely ugly.

How could there be such a terrifying martial spirit that could copy other people's martial spirits?

and many more.

Ning Rongrong suddenly turned pale as she remembered the beam of light that emerged from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower just now.

"Could it be that... he can even copy other people's soul rings and soul skills?"

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong's tone was dry and she asked with difficulty.

A copy of my soul ring?

Zhu Zhuqing, who was still a little unsure just now, was stunned, and his cold and indifferent eyes were completely filled with shock.

Is that really his first soul skill?

why!

Why does it exert such terrifying power in his hands?

Everything happens only between lightning and flint.

At the moment Zhu Zhuqing fell into self-doubt.

Tang San felt the hair on his back stand on end like a terrifying crisis, making him immediately rush forward.

but

It's too late.

Like a demon, the voice in his ears seemed to appear every night, and it really appeared.

"Crack it!"

With a heart-wrenching sound, Tang San's forward momentum was suddenly interrupted, and he stumbled to the ground.

His left leg was tilted to the side in an extremely twisted manner.

"what····"

Piercing screams emerged from the mouth of Tang San, who kept wailing.

"Sorry, I got too strong and couldn't control it."

At this moment

Yan Yi, with an apologetic expression, suddenly appeared from the ripples in the air.

Behind him, a group of black and white black men stood up and slowly dispersed.

Another martial spirit!

And it's not the martial spirit of anyone present.

Dai Mubai's eyes suddenly shrank, staring at the slowly dispersing Black Panther Spirit.

Damn!

All the information is wrong.

Yan Yi, no...that Blood Dragon Douluo deceived everyone.

Yan Yi's martial soul's special ability has no time limit at all. As long as the martial soul and soul ring are copied by him, he will obtain them permanently.

Damn!

Because he was too shocked, Dai Mubai couldn't even hide his emotions.

After Yan Yi glanced at him after noticing what he was carrying, he subconsciously turned his head.

This secret must never be told, absolutely not.

otherwise

otherwise

Thinking of the titled Douluo who had nine 10-year-old soul rings, Dai Mubai finally understood.

From the beginning, it was not him who chose Yan Yi, but Yan Yi who chose Blood Dragon Douluo.

Such a terrifying talent.

Such terrifying wisdom.

Just after acquiring it, you can use other people's martial arts and soul skills to such power.

Such a genius!

No, how could such a monster, a real monster among monsters, not let such a terrifying strong man stand up for him?

"What did you find?"

Zhu Zhuqing was a little confused when he saw Dai Mubai, who was pale and trembling all over. He didn't look like a dashing and carefree young man at first.

The latter trembled, feeling that Yan Yi's eyes were still on him.

Dai Mubai smiled unnaturally.

"No, nothing!"

(End of this chapter)