Douluo Dalu: If Xiao Wu doesn’t sacrifice

Day two.

The master led the six monsters through a forest to the competition venue. Suddenly, there was a rush of shouts.

"Rongrong!"

The man stood upright. His upper and lower clothes were mainly brown-orange and khaki. He had a black cloak around his neck. He had white eyebrows and was very mature. There was only a thin scar on his side cheek.

"Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong could no longer control her emotions, ran forward in a few steps, and threw herself directly into Oscar's arms.

"Rongrong, am I not late?"

"No, no, the beating hasn't started yet."

Tang San felt happy for the two of them, and Xiao Wu sent a message to the master: "Can Xiao Ao come with us?"

"Okay. I'll give them three minutes to talk to each other."

"Thank you, Master."

Ning Rongrong, Oscar's side.

"Rongrong, I have the ability to attack. I can finally protect you."

"Attack ability?" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Well, let's talk about it with everyone."

The two people walked over holding hands, just like Tang San Xiaowu.

"Boss Dai, Xiaosan, Fatty, Xiaowu, Zhuqing, I'm back."

"Xiao Ao, welcome back." Dai Mubai smiled and gave him a bear hug.

"Yes. I want to say something. My sixth soul skill, Mirror Intestine, requires the blood of other soul masters. If the opponent's soul power is lower than mine, I can exert the power of 80% of the opponent's soul skill. On the contrary, Then you can exert 70 of the opponent's first six soul skills, and one requires 1/3 of the soul power. Now my soul power is level 62, is there anyone with a soul power lower than mine?"

Ma Hongjun didn't know who pushed him out. Xiao Ao couldn't help but smile.

"Then let me borrow some blood, Fatty. By the way, what level are you at?"

"Level 57."

"Okay, it doesn't matter. I still have a mirror skull anyway."

Ma Hongjun lightly touched his finger and put a drop of blood into Oscar's palm.

The sixth soul skill is to mirror the intestines of a tiger and a cat.

A translucent silver-white sausage condensed in Oscar's hand.

"By the way, Xiao Ao, what is your fifth soul skill?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.

"My fifth soul skill is Beyond the Limit Dark Green Sausage. All attributes are immediately increased by 30, at the cost of being weak for three days. Moreover, the sausage maker, that is, I cannot take it. I have also seen the poster. If I only fight against the dean and According to Teacher Zhao, there is no need."

Everyone laughed.

"By the way, Xiao Wu, you also have the sixth soul ring?"

Xiao Wu smiled.

"Wu'er's current soul power level is the highest among us." Tang San looked at Xiao Wu with a doting look on his face.

"The highest!? Xiao Wu didn't take any fairy herbs. Boss, her soul power is higher than yours?"

Dai Mubai nodded lightly.

"Xiao Ao, don't forget my identity." Xiao Wu said.

"That's true."

The master came over at this time and said, "Xiao San, Xiao Wu, you should put on your mask, otherwise your current appearance will be too eye-catching and easily affect the students' mood."

Tang San Xiaowu smiled at each other and put on the mask from back then.

"Bring them all with you too."

The Shrek Seven Monsters all put on their masks.

Flanders, Zao Wou-ki and the Shrek Seven Devils walked onto the playing field and were distributed on both sides.

The audience was in an uproar, and the students' voices immediately erupted.

"Teachers in each class please manage their students well. If you step into the competition venue and are accidentally injured by soul skills, you will be responsible for the consequences." It was Liu Erlong who spoke.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Five years ago, your senior brother and sister won the championship in the Soul Master Competition. Among them, Tang San's martial spirit, known as the soul of the team, was nothing but Blue Silver Grass, but he could lead the team to achieve such glory. , the record he can set, can you!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The rhythmic shouts filled the audience.

Tang San Xiaowu: Blue Silver Emperor, thank you.

Of course, the two of them would not try to dismantle Flanders. Mr. Dean, you can talk if you want.

"Today, they return to the academy. I want you to see what the peak they can reach at your age is like. Little monsters, please report your age and level!"

Dai Mubai was the first to come out.

"Dai Mubai, 22 years old, martial spirit: White Tiger, level 63 attack spirit emperor."

Because of the influence of the White Tiger Spirit on his temperament, every word he spoke was powerful and resounded around him, and his voice was clear and deep, penetrating the venue. When the words "Fighting Soul Emperor" were spat out, the penetrating power raised his temperament to its peak. Dai Mubai is completely the masculine representative of the Shrek Seven Monsters.

"Evil-eyed white tiger, evil-eyed white tiger!" Thunderous sounds suddenly erupted, and the thunder rolled through the sky. Everyone knew the nicknames of the Shrek Seven Devils all too well. The 22-year-old Fighting Soul Emperor is simply unimaginable to these students.

Oscar was the second to step forward.

"Oscar, 21 years old, martial soul: sausage, level 62 food weapon soul emperor."

The warm voice just now was suppressed by a burst of cool air in an instant. He is also at the soul emperor level, and he is also from the food system. Is this possible? Surprised by it. The whole place was quiet and it was not 8 degrees.

Next came Tang San. Of course masks are useful, making him and Wu'er look less outstanding, but of course, temperament cannot be concealed.

"Tang San, 19 years old, Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass, Level 63 Control System Battle Soul Emperor." His movements were elegant, his voice was soft and gentle, without any murderous intent.

This was almost irresistible to the fans. They cheered with enthusiasm, and the shouts of the four words "Thousand-Armed Shura" shook the sky.

Xiao Wu's eyes were uncontrollably filled with murderous intent. Tang San was unfazed by flattery and humiliation, and there was a look of helplessness in his eyes. Of course, Xiao Wu was not surprised by this kind of thing, but the way those girls looked at her was indeed a bit unbearable.

Rongrong smelled an obvious jealousy from the two of them and did not dare to laugh.

The next person to step forward was Ma Hongjun.

"Ma Hongjun, 19 years old, martial spirit: Fire Phoenix, level 57 attack spirit king."

Compared with the previous three, Ma Hongjun's soul power level is much more realistic. The voice became much lower, as if he was discouraged.

Clicking on the Mercury diamond shoes twice, Xiao Wu stepped forward, her bunny ears swaying slightly, her skirt fluttering, her long hair hanging down to her feet fluttering in the wind, and she stood calmly, her cool and tranquil temperament becoming more and more apparent. Mesmerizing.

The female students were still targeting Tang San, while the male students were all targeting Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu selectively ignored these glances, as if she couldn't make any ripples in her heart. Anyway, she didn't care anymore, and she was completely used to it. After all, they are all students, so it is impossible for them to deal with things the same way as in the Killing City. During the year when I traveled to the mainland, I don’t know how many people looked at me in this way.

There was also a faint murderous look in Tang San's eyes, even more powerful than Xiao Wu's just now. But immediately, he became more worried about the mental endurance of those students. Xiao Wu had already spoken at this time.

"Xiao Wu, 19 years old, martial spirit: Soft-bone Rabbit, level 68 attack type fighting spirit emperor."

Dead silence.

The air was so still that it seemed like it was dripping with water.

Xiao Wu still has no problem with her own positioning. After all, the Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Spirit is primarily domineering, and its soul bones are also domineering. Although there is teleportation, invincible golden body and soft bone lock, the attack methods are still mainly energy attacks and slamming.

But the people below, as if cold water had been poured on them, remained silent, with only the sound of breathing and heartbeats.

After all, five years ago, Xiao Wu's soul power level was the lowest among the seven monsters.

"Ta-ta."

Two footsteps broke the dead silence.

"Ning Rongrong, 19 years old, Martial Spirit: Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, level 62 auxiliary fighting spirit emperor."

Rongrong spoke in the dead silence, his voice was not loud, but every word seemed particularly clear. Her pretty face is like the moon in the water, and her smile becomes even sweeter in an instant.

There was three seconds of silence.

"Nine Treasures Glazed! Nine Treasures Glazed!" Shouts instantly broke out, and the audience's anger reappeared.

The last one to step forward was Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhu Zhuqing, 19 years old, martial soul: Nether Civet Cat, level 61 agility attack type battle soul emperor."

The voice was as cold as ever. It's just a feature. Of course, it's not just cold. Although not as good as Xiao Wu, it is still charming.

"Shrek, Shrek!" The shouts came one after another.