Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Shao Xin is a food-type soul master, and the candies he makes are very effective against low-level soul masters.

Seeing that Zhao Wou-ki ate the candy without hesitation, Su Ming also swallowed it.

As the blue light enveloped his whole body, Su Ming felt that he was surrounded by a mass of warm energy.

The pain caused by the muscle dislocation spasm subsided quickly, and even the swollen arm slowly recovered.

After just a few breaths, Su Ming felt that he had fully recovered, and felt refreshed as if he had lost his mortal body.

"If the body of the mad warrior is still there, go to the Star Dou Forest and bring him, the body of the mad warrior will probably be maxed out in a day or two."

Looking at Shao Xin with scorching eyes, Su Ming's eyes shone like a wolf, making the former's fleshy face tremble.

I just saved you!

It is impossible to look at me as fat, and think that I am also a power-type soul master, come to me for a duel?

Shao Xin's heart trembled, and he moved his feet slightly, moving behind Lu Qibin imperceptibly.

Fighting with Su Ming, his auxiliary soul sage is really no match.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Su Ming looked away speechlessly, seeing Xiao Wu's worried look, he smiled and rubbed her head.

Xiao Wu still had a pretty face, carefully supporting Su Ming.

As Su Ming got up, Tang San only felt a towering mountain rising from the ground.

As if insurmountable, he was a little out of breath.

"If you don't witness this battle with your own eyes, you don't know that you are so perverted."

"I really don't know how your body is exercised, it's not like a human being."

Tang San had a sincere smile on his face, as if he was happy for Su Ming.

After so many years, it is impossible for him not to be aware of the gap between the two, and he has already let go of it in his heart, and regards Su Ming as a friend.

Su Ming smiled on the surface, "Trust me, you don't really want to know that feeling."

Swish!

His tone was cold and windy.

Seeing Su Ming's serious eyes, the smile on Tang San's face disappeared.

Harvesting and giving are often directly proportional, and he is very aware of this.

嗏

"If possible, I still want to challenge that feeling."

There was unyielding tenacity in his calmness, Tang San's eyes were like a mirror, and his serious eyes were full of anticipation.

"Okay." After a moment of silence, Su Ming nodded slowly.

"I want it too!" Xiao Wu raised her head as if rushing to share the treasure, there was no way she would be left behind.

Pushing her forehead with his sword finger, Su Ming laughed angrily, "Don't you think I will let you go?"

Uh…

You won't come here specifically for me, will you?

Xiao Wu's face froze instantly, she seemed to be careless just now, she didn't choose to get out of the way.

Step by step, footsteps sounded.

Zhao Wou-ki's face was fierce and severe, and he walked over swaggeringly.

Seeing that domineering and unruly appearance, Tang San and Xiao Wu's heart tightened, thinking that the other party was angry and wanted to attack.

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at the two of them, and then all his eyes focused on Su Ming.

"Zhao Wou-ki, a 76th-level soul sage, a martial soul with a strong Vajra Bear."

"I have a small reputation in the world of soul masters, but outsiders call me Fudo Mingwang."

With bright eyes in the dark pupils, like a bright moon shining in the dark night, Zhao Wou-ki stared at Su Ming meticulously.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai and Oscar were overwhelmed with emotion, their eyes full of envy.

Being able to make Zao Wou-ki like this already recognized that the other party is a powerhouse of the same level.

Su Ming's heart trembled, knowing that this is the etiquette of the soul master class, he replied loudly:

"Su Ming, level 33 soul master, sword martial soul slashing gods."

Just as Zao Wou-ki was about to nod, his serious face exploded in the next second.

"you you…"

"Is your martial soul not a beast martial soul?"

The corners of Zhao Wou-ki's mouth twitched non-stop, his eyes seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Impossible, impossible, it is absolutely impossible for Qi Wuhun Hunzun to have such a physique."

"Boy, don't make fun of me, it really pissed me off, I'm going to do it!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, Zhao Wou-ki finally roared, feeling extremely insulted.

Shao Xin and Lu Qibin also called it impossible in their hearts, and they couldn't help surrounding them.

There has never been a soul master who can be so perverted, let alone a weapon soul.

Even if the soul rings are the best configuration, Zao Wou-ki still has three more ten thousand year soul rings and one thousand year soul ring, the gap between them is one by one.

Weapon spirits and beast spirits have different boosts. Beast spirit masters have better body gains than weapon spirit masters, and martial spirits have the opposite effect.

Therefore, the physical fitness of the beast spirit is superior in the early stage.

In the later stage of fighting martial arts, it is the weapon martial soul that dominates.

Su Ming did not use his martial soul, but borrowed a soul power test ball.

The strange soul power test ball reappeared, and Zao Wou-ki and the others were a little confused.

Although it was weird, it could be judged from the light that the opponent was not the soul king.

Not to the soul king?

Soul sect?Or Soul Venerable? ?

The three still couldn't believe it.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were staring like an old bull's, and he burst out with foul language, cursing like he saw a ghost.

"Damn, don't play anymore, don't play anymore, this year's young people are like monsters."

"Mubai, leave it to you kid, you can test it with them."

Not wanting to stay here for an extra second at all, Zao Wou-ki sprinted back to the teacher's dormitory, feeling his mind explode.

Tangtang Fudo Ming Wang is as angry as a child?

The two of Shao Xin couldn't laugh or cry, but they could understand his mood.

The two of them had no control over the academy's affairs, so they explained the reason to Su Ming, and they also left here.

At the scene, there were only seven young people left.

Xiao Wu, Tang San.

Dai Mubai, Oscar.

Dressed in black, Zhu Zhuqing has a hot figure.

Of course, there is another woman.

She was wearing a snow-white dress, clean and tidy, not stained with dust.

With the nobility and elegance of aristocrats in his gestures, he looks extraordinary.

She has short hair at the root of her ears, a delicate face, and delicate skin of suet white jade, which is full of delicacy.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was staring at him strangely, Su Ming nodded slightly as a gesture of respect, and the latter smiled back to his senses, then glanced away.

"Ahem, let me introduce myself, my name is Oscar, and I am a food-type soul master."

"I guess you guys are going to fight Boss Dai later, I have top-quality sausages for sale here, I'm sure... ouch~"

Oscar was full of enthusiasm, with a smile on his face.

But before the sales quotations were finished, he was kicked "bang" by Dai Mubai, and fell into the mud.

"Boss Dai, you~"

Turning a blind eye to Oscar's resentment, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and said coldly:

"Xiao Ao, after watching Teacher Zhao, you still plan to wait to see my jokes, right?"

Pointing to Tang San and Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai's face was serious, "The two of them are less than 12 years old, and they are already soul masters."

"Your sausage, if you don't want to be beaten, you just keep selling it."

Xiao, Xiao Ao?

Tang San and the others looked at the bearded uncle in front of Ao in a daze, wondering if Shrek's seniority is so messed up?

Compared with Tang San and the others, Oscar was more horrified, feeling dizzy.

Soul Sovereign?

What a joke! !

Knowing that Dai Mubai wasn't joking, Oscar decisively chose to lend a helping hand after being severely shocked.

"Boss Dai, why don't you give me a copper coin to sprinkle water on, and support my brother's business prosperity?"

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, Oscar dropped the sausage, pulled his hands back frantically, and ran with his legs up, as if a tiger was chasing him.