Douluo: My martial spirit can cultivate

Chapter 17 Violently Beating Tang San
At this time, the loudspeaker shouted: "I invite Zhu Zhuqing, and I invite Liu Yun to come on stage."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't ask Yan Ming any more, and went to the stage to compete.

Yan Ming brought Xiao Wu to the audience area to watch Zhu Zhuqing's game.

The loudspeaker shouted; "Both sides summon martial spirits, and the fighting spirit begins."

Zhu Zhuqing summoned the ghost civet, and two yellow soul rings appeared around him.

Liu Yun's martial soul is a pangolin, and the soul ring is one white and one yellow, which is not the best matching soul ring.

Zhu Zhuqing took the lead in attacking, the first soul ring flickered, "Nether stab."

Liu Yun's whole body was formed into a ball with scales protecting the surface.

"Clang clang clang."

Zhu Zhuqing's claws drew sparks on it, which made Zhu Zhuqing at a loss as to how to break through the defense in front of him.

Liu Yun's yellow soul ring flickered, and the ball formed by his whole body began to spin at high speed and hit Zhu Zhuqing.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhuqing has the agility attack type, so he can dodge quickly, but Liu Yun didn't seem to want to stop, and kept bumping into Zhu Zhuqing.

Yan Ming on the audience stage watched Liu Yun's non-stop collisions, and felt that the pangolin martial spirit was quite interesting, but how would Zhu Zhuqing defeat Liu Yun when he encountered such an opponent who could both attack and defend.

Zhu Zhuqing's stamina began to decline after evading continuously, and it was not an option to keep hiding, so he suddenly thought of a way.

Zhu Zhuqing came to the edge of the competition stage, and Liu Yun bumped into him again.

Zhu Zhuqing jumped to avoid the impact, Liu Yun almost rolled off the competition platform, and quickly stopped the car.

Zhu Zhuqing turned around and kicked Liu Yun off the stage.

The loudspeaker shouted; "Congratulations to Zhu Zhuqing for winning."

The audience looked listless, and shouted from time to time; "It's really a boring game, not exciting at all."

Yan Ming also thought it was boring, but after all, this is a competition for low-level soul masters, with only two soul skills, how exciting it can be, no wonder there are so few spectators in the sub-competition area.

After that, Yan Ming watched a few more games, but he was still extremely boring, like a child fighting.

The loudspeaker shouted; "Yan Ming is invited, and Tang San is invited to appear on stage."

When Yan Ming heard the loudspeaker calling out his and Tang San's names, he suddenly regained his energy. He finally had a chance to beat Tang San up. Presumably Tang Hao saw it, so he probably wouldn't say anything. After all, this is a competition. Victory or defeat is commonplace in military affairs.

Yan Ming stood up, his expression a little excited, and he could finally vent his anger.

Xiao Wu at the side said, "Come on, I will cheer for you."

Yan Ming nodded and went to the competition stage.

Tang San saw Yan Ming coming to the stage, he clenched his fist and said to himself; this guy's martial spirit is very strange, can he defeat him?However, I have the unique skills of the Tang Sect, so I should have a chance to win him. If I am lucky, I can even kill him by mistake.

The loudspeaker shouted; "Both sides summon martial spirits, and the fighting spirit begins."

Tang San started to hold the Blue Silver Grass, two yellow spirit rings emerged, and one entwined to test Yan Ming.

Yan Ming tapped his foot on the ground, and the golden flame spread, burning the blue silver grass.

Yan Ming showed a disdainful expression, and secretly thought; the energy in Lao Tzu's body can be converted into any energy, and you can easily catch flames and thunder with your hands. I don't think I will play you to death today.

Seeing that his temptation was easily dispelled, Tang San said with a dignified expression; he really didn't expect that this guy could use flames, his martial spirit is really not simple.

Knowing that his spirit was restrained, Tang San no longer used the Blue Silver Grass, only a few hidden weapons with his hands.

"Shhhhhh."

The hidden weapon attacked Yan Ming's head, chest, and neck from a strange angle.

Relying on his ultra-fast reaction speed to dodge the hidden weapon, Yan Ming rushed towards Tang San with one step, and punched Tang San in the chest.

Tang San used the purple-level magic pupil, and his reaction was not slow. Turning sideways, Yan Ming's fist brushed past Tang San's chest, but did not hit Tang San.

Yan Ming said, "It's useless in the face of good skills and absolute power."

Yan Ming stepped on Tang San's toes.

"what."

Tang San couldn't bear the pain, he yelled, quickly pulled his foot out, and said, "You don't talk about martial arts."

Yan Ming scolded; "Speaking of your uncle." He punched Tang San on the head.

Tang San used the Xuanyu hand, and also punched him.

"Crack."

As if there was a sound of something breaking, Tang San clutched his right hand, took a few steps back, and secretly thought; what an astonishing power, he still underestimated his strength.

It took less than 1 minute from the start of the game to the present, and the wonderful fight made the audience cheer enthusiastically.

"Wonderful, here are some tricks."

"The golden flame just now is really handsome."

"The kid who threw the throwing knife just now is also quite handsome."

Yan Ming didn't listen to the audience's cries, now Yan Ming was only focused on beating Tang San to vent his anger, he had been aggrieved for five or six years, even a normal person couldn't help it.

One hand of Tang San was broken by Yan Ming, so he could only throw the hidden weapon with one hand, Tang San also used his trump card, the hidden weapon kept shooting at Yan Ming as if he didn't want money.

Yan Ming flicked his left hand, and Ruyi's golden hoop turned into a shield to block him.

"Ding ding ding dong."

With the sound of the collision of the hidden weapon and the shield, Yan Ming kept blocking the hidden weapon with the shield, waiting for Tang San's hidden weapon to be used up.

Tang San used Ghost Shadow Confused Tracking, constantly changing positions, trying to find Yan Ming's blind spots, but Yan Ming was like the Iron King, blocking hidden weapons without any blind spots.

The audience had seen this kind of scene before, a large number of hidden weapons were continuously projected, and some even flew into the audience area.

This soul fight undoubtedly gave the audience a long view, such a wonderful soul fight is really rare.

Hidden weapons were shot all over the place, and Tang San also ran out of hidden weapons, so he began to wrap his hands around the blue silver grass, trying to catch Yan Ming by surprise.

Yan Mingna still didn't know Tang San's insidiousness, the Ruyi golden hoop turned into a gold bracelet again on his left wrist, and the golden flames gathered in his right hand.

"Jin Yan, Fen Tian."

Pressing the right hand on the ground, golden flames spread out from the palm of the hand. The temperature was so high that even the audience could feel the heat.

Tang San hurriedly used blue silver grass to form a grass wall, wanting to block the flames with blue silver grass.

"boom."

Tang San's burnt clothes had holes, and his hair was curly. Now Tang San only had one thought, that is to admit defeat, if he didn't admit defeat, he might die on the stage.

Yan Ming quickly came in front of Tang San, pinched Tang San's head with one hand, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"boom."

Tang San's head was smashed, his consciousness began to collapse, and he didn't even have the strength to admit defeat.

Yan Ming pinched Tang San's neck and lifted it up, kicked out, the blow was so powerful that Tang San flew out directly.

"boom."

Tang San's whole body was inlaid on the wall.

The loudspeaker shouted; "Congratulations to Yan Ming for winning."

Seeing such a violent scene, the audience kept cheering for Yan Ming.

"Yan Ming, Yan Ming, next time I will watch your game."

"Yes, I won't watch the game without you."

But what Yan Ming didn't know was that he was being watched by a man in black.

Yan Ming returned to the audience area in a relaxed mood, and he was relieved.

(End of this chapter)