The Peerless Dragon of Tang Sect Shocks the World

Chapter 45 Arrogant

"Beibei, can you beat him?"

Tang Ya took out the Golden Soul Coin from her arms to pay the ticket price for the next show, and looked at the elegant young man worriedly.

The dark blue-haired boy's face was solemn, and he looked away from the stage after hearing the voice.

He shook his head slightly, "I don't know."

"But I shouldn't be too sure. Although I can defeat that senior sister... But this junior student acted too easily, and the gray armor was a bit weird. It was obviously formed by airflow, but it was comparable to gold and stone. Just now Senior Sister Li's feathers shot onto it, sparking a burst of sparks..."

"And he dares to go head-to-head with Senior Sister Li, so he must not be too much stronger than me."

Tang Ya glared with dark eyes and said with some disbelief: "Your martial spirit is the second best beast martial spirit in the mainland. In terms of strength, it shouldn't be inferior to a gun, right?"

Beibei smiled bitterly, "What's wrong with the gun? It's not like there isn't a top-quality martial spirit in the gun... Besides, my blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex is not a dragon-shaped martial spirit with the ultimate power like Taixu Xuanlong."

Tang Ya was still a little dissatisfied. Seeing that her boyfriend was so ambitious, she said angrily: "Taixu Xuanlong is strong, but wasn't yours once the number one beast martial spirit in the mainland? It's not much different." .”

"Do you want to come? Thousand-year soul bones."

The girl with high ponytail rolled her eyes and poked her boyfriend's shoulder with her elbow, "This competition is probably caused by the spirit fighting area."

"It's a rare thing."

The elegant young man spread his hands helplessly, "If you want it, you have to be able to beat it. Let's take a look. Let others explore it first."

Tang Ya nodded, said nothing more, and continued reading with sparkling eyes.

While the two were talking, the next scene began.

Jiang Shuo looked at the fifth-grade Soul Master in front of him, feeling a little uninterested.

"Senior, get down."

As soon as he finished speaking, his steps moved, and an afterimage appeared on his body.

After the first two games, the fifth-year soul master was extremely vigilant, his heart was beating wildly, and he regretted being so hasty.

But it was too late to regret it now. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly possessed his martial soul to try to step down in a less embarrassing way.

However, the silver gun barrel was destined not to go as he wished.

"boom!!"

The long barrel of the dragon-patterned silver gun hit the two-legged wind wolf possessed by the martial spirit.

The sound of metal colliding with flesh was mixed with the crack of bones breaking.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled when the three-meter-high wind wolf lifted off the ground and flew into the air.

Jiang Shuo twisted his waist and pulled out the spear he was holding tightly.

Feng Lang, who lost his leverage in the air, was immediately knocked out of the competition range and swooped off the stage.

After rolling down a few times, he fainted.

Jiang Shuo glanced at it and looked back boredly.

"Let's do the next one."

After saying that, he ignored the stunned students, sat cross-legged on the stage, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Depend on!"

"Is this the end of the fight??"

"Isn't it? A soul master, can't survive three moves? What's going on!"

"Did the Soul Fighting Zone do this to cheat people out of tickets?! Refund!!"

"Well, actually, maybe not... It seems that the Wind Wolf Soul Master is only at the thirty-first level, and he is also at the bottom of the middle class among fifth graders. He signed up first because he was close to the Soul Fighting Zone."

"Damn! If you're not capable enough, why are you trying to get first! I have to buy two tickets within two minutes." The student cursed and took out three gold soul coins from his arms, and heartbrokenly stuffed them into the soul guide of the ticket sales arena. device.

……

The Soul Fighting Stage not only has ordinary seats, but also private rooms with spacious space and wide views, which are only for teachers.

The freshmen of Class Nine were all brought here by Hibiscus.

At this time, he was looking blankly at the 'farce' happening below.

Ning Tian's tightly clenched white jade hands finally relaxed, and his hanging heart slowly dropped, with a smile on his pretty face.

Brother Shuo is still awesome.

So far, except for the first giant giant ape and the second golden swift, no one has been able to survive ten moves.

The stronger Jiang Shuo is, the more accurate Ning Tian feels that his vision is.

How many Soul Lords are there on the mainland who can defeat the Soul Sect at the age of twelve?

When the blonde girl felt happy in her heart, the light beside her dimmed slightly.

When she raised her head, she saw several middle-aged men and women walking to the glass window.

Ning Tian's thoughts moved and he looked at the white-haired old man in the middle with his hands behind his back.

Yan Shaozhe, who was standing at the head of the crowd, felt something in his heart and turned his head.

His eyes slightly touched the blonde girl's.

Ning Tian was startled and hurriedly bent down and raised his hands, "Hello, teacher."

Although she called her teacher, the girl was extremely shocked. Just by briefly meeting her eyes, she felt like she was being affected by a vast and boundless aura.

This kind of breath is not specific, but it is like a mountain, making people unable to help but look up.

Ning Tian had only experienced this feeling from Jiang Shuo's father, Yuanshi Douluo, and from the sect's Sect Protector Sword Douluo.

Yan Shaozhe nodded slightly, turned around, and ignored the shocked blond girl.

Ning Tian retreated silently, feeling a little ashamed.

When facing a strong person, she would subconsciously retreat and dare not look at him.

I couldn't help but sigh quietly in my heart.

The next moment, she thought secretly.

What would Brother Shuo do if he faced such a powerful person?

He will definitely still raise his head and feel calm...

His character is like that, almost fearless.

……

Yan Shaozhe stood in front of the large glass window with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the dark-haired boy who had defeated more than ten soul masters in a row, one against a hundred.

As the dean of Shrek Martial Arts Academy and a super Douluo who is over 100 years old, his knowledge is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even in the face of this kind of behavior that is almost contemptuous of the entire Shrek Academy, he can still look at it calmly.

"He is a pure martial soul user."

After watching for about ten minutes, Yan Shaozhe suddenly smiled, turned to Du Weilun and said to him.

The teaching director of the outer courtyard also smiled along with him, "The disciples of the Taixu Jiang family have always looked down on combat soul tools. I have never seen them use them in so many years."

"Nowadays, the world is still dominated by soul masters." Yan Shaozhe said noncommittally and said something meaningless.

"A soul master doesn't have a super Douluo, so it's naturally difficult to compare with my soul master." Du Weilun also smiled, with a proud look on his face.

"Do you think he is suitable for admission to the inner courtyard?"

Du Weilun fell silent after hearing his immediate boss's question.

After a long while, he said: "You have to discuss this with the elders."

Yan Shaozhe looked back at his subordinate who had been working with him for more than twenty years, and nodded slightly, it was not difficult for him.

"Xu Sanshi is scheduled for the next game."

Du Weilun's heart moved and he nodded, "I'll make arrangements right away."

offstage.

Jiang Shuo, who had defeated thirteen soul masters in a row, showed no signs of running out of soul power.

On the contrary, the fighting spirit is high, and there is a sense of refreshment.

The young man raised the end of the gun and slammed it on the stone platform.

There was nothing but pride in his raised expression, and he pointed the tip of his gun at the audience on the stage, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"I think you should stop calling Shrek's monster."

"Just call Shrek's loser!"

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