Douluo: At the beginning, Tang San lost his soul power

Back to Qin Haolin.

Qin Haolin returned to Notting College on the fifth day of Xiao Wu's date.

Qin Haolin went straight back to the Qishe dormitory, but when he opened the door, he saw that there was no one there. It seemed that he had gone to the playground to attend a fight.

Put your luggage on your bed and walk to the playground calmly.

Qin Haolin came to the playground and saw two groups of people standing opposite each other. One side was in gorgeous clothes. The leader was Xiao Chenyu, who was in the cafeteria at the time.

The clothes on the other side were very simple, and the leader was Xiao Wu. However, Qin Haolin was very puzzled. Besides the people from Qishe, there were a lot of unfamiliar faces behind Xiao Wu.

Qin Haolin walked over and asked about it. When he got the answer, Qin Haolin covered his face. Should he say it or not, Xiao Wu shouldn't be a rabbit, but should be more like a tiger. In order to recruit more people, he beat up all the civilian students.

These civilian students were also stubborn, and after being beaten, they really regarded Xiao Wu as their boss, which was why Xiao Wu had so many people behind him.

Qin Haolin walked to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu saw someone walking next to her. She turned around and saw that it was Qin Haolin, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Then he shouted provocatively at Xiao Chenyu.

"Hey, you fat guy, I advise you to admit defeat and be your aunt's grandson."

After all, Xiao Chenyu is also the son of the city lord. After being provoked by Xiao Wu, it is naturally impossible for him to admit defeat without a fight, so he immediately mocked him.

"You are the one who gives up. If you give up now, I don't recommend letting you be my maid, hahaha."

Xiao Wu wanted to continue talking, but was stopped by Qin Haolin. He was joking, this was a fight by force, and if he continued talking, it would become a fight by force.

Qin Haolin asked Xiao Chenyu calmly.

"Okay, Xiao Chenyu, there's no point in scolding me any more. It's up to you to decide, one on one or a group fight."

"In a one-on-one battle, ten people are sent out on one side, one person at a time, and the winning continues until all ten people on one side lose."

"Okay, I'll go first, you can send someone."

Qin Haolin had no objection to this duel method. After all, he continued to win. Judging from the original work, their strongest one was Xiao Chenyu, an eleventh-level soul master with a white soul ring.

A tall senior came out of Xiao Chenyu's side. This person was in the same class as Wang Sheng and his name was Liu Long.

After the two stood facing each other, a yellow light lit up in Liu Long's hand, and a two-meter-long stick appeared in his hand.

Liu Long took a few quick steps, swung his long stick and hit Qin Haolin on the head.

Qin Haolin secretly added wind elements to his legs, accelerated his speed, and avoided Liu Long's blow.

There was a flash of blue light, and a pile of bluesilver grass surged out of the ground, some entangled Liu Long's arms, and some entangled his legs.

Upon seeing this, Liu Long wanted to use brute force to break free.Not to mention that Qin Haolin didn't want to give him a chance to break free. Even if Qin Haolin gave him a chance to break free, he couldn't break free.

Qin Haolin punched Liu Long directly in the stomach. This punch was equipped with the soul power of a tenth-level soul master. Liu Long, a student who was not even a tenth-level soul master, was hit so hard that his eyes rolled upwards and he vomited out bitter tears. .

Qin Haolin removed the blue silver grass wrapped around Liu Long's body and then stepped aside.

Seeing that Liu Long was defeated easily, Xiao Chenyu would inevitably panic a little, but he still pretended to be calm and let the next person fight.

The next scene was that Xiao Chenyu's men were either trapped by Qin Haolin with blue silver grass and knocked unconscious with a punch, or they were surrounded by Qin Haolin so that they could not see and knocked unconscious with a knife from behind.

Finally, everyone on Xiao Chenyu's side who had the strength and ability to fight had been knocked unconscious by Qin Haolin. This tenth man could not survive without him.

With a sullen face, Xiao Chenyu stepped forward, constantly comforting himself in his heart. This guy is just a first-year freshman. He has played nine games in a row. No matter how good he is, he will definitely not have much energy anymore.

As for how much physical strength Qin Haolin still has, haha, a soul master whose soul power quality is comparable to that of the second ring can fight a group of students who are not even tenth level. He can consume no matter how much physical strength he has, but not much soul power.

Xiao Chenyu said solemnly.

"Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-grade student, martial spirit, wolf. Eleventh-level first-ring battle soul master."

Following his words, Xiao Chenyu's body lit up with white light, a wolf howl came from his mouth, and a white soul ring rose from his feet.

This was a sign of respect between soul masters, so Qin Haolin naturally reciprocated by reporting his martial soul and level.

"Qin Haolin, first-year student, martial soul, blue silver grass, eleventh-level first-level battle soul master."

After Xiao Chenyu heard this, everyone was confused. What is this, Blue Silver Grass?A ring fighting spirit master?

The senior students behind him were even more confused. A Lan Yincao was actually a first-level soul master?They were actually beaten while being hung up by a Lan Yincao who had lost his martial spirit.

Qin Haolin raised his right hand, a blue light flashed, sapphire-like blue silver grass appeared from Qin Haolin's hand, and a bright yellow soul ring also rose from Qin Haolin's feet.

Xiao Chenyu and the senior students were even more confused. You said you were a first-ring soul master of Blue Silver Grass, and they could barely accept it, but your yellow century-old soul ring was a bit too much.

Xiao Chenyu looked at the century-old soul ring and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, wondering whether he could defeat the opponent.