Douluo blood duke

Chapter 78 Evil Qi
"Sister Mia, you have heard about what I did, right? I don't want to talk nonsense. I went to the palace yesterday, and the emperor's uncle has handed over the general management power of this new training camp. I want to use this training camp to In the name of the head of the battalion, I hired you as our head coach, what do you think?"

Zhang Heng looked at Mia with fiery eyes.

When he came back yesterday, he wasn't just having fun all the time. He studied the news and materials Zhu Ming gave him about the training camp.

After flipping through the news for a few times, he was stunned. It was so important and related to the future of the Star Luo Empire. He only saw four characters in the information.

savage growth.

He couldn't understand that the Royal Academy and the Academy only provided resources every year, and apart from sending a few lecturers from time to time, they had nothing else to do.

But what he didn't know was.

At the beginning of the establishment of the training camp, neither the royal family nor the academy could come up with a plan that could fully guarantee the potential of these talents to be maximized, so they first selected a place, and then gathered the people first, and then discussed , can be discussed and discussed, but still can't come up with a plan.

As a result, just one month later, news came from the training camp that the people who entered the training camp were divided into two groups, headed by the two most powerful people at the time. This made Dai Jue think of a way to let the training camp go. He doesn't worry about whoever manages it. It's still the same sentence, this is the future of the empire.

However, if they let them take care of themselves, then he can rest assured, because the main purpose of the training camp is to provide new blood for the Royal Academy team. There is competition, and the captain can't really control the training camp for a long time.

And those who can be selected, to be honest, they have already learned the most suitable cultivation methods for them.

So the emperor took his brains and stipulated that the captain of the training camp would manage the team members, the royal family would be responsible for providing resources, and the academy would be responsible for the annual assessment. This seemed perfect at the time.

Even now, after more than ten years, it is still a good choice.

But who let them offend Zhang Heng? Zhang Heng thinks this method is not good, that is, it is not good. Even the emperor supports him, so unless they can win the game in a month, otherwise, what is waiting for them It is dismantling and rebuilding.

Zhang Heng imagined several ways to manage the new training camp overnight. Of course, the premise of these is that the training camp is headed by him, and the emperor has promised him. If there is no training camp, most people fail the annual assessment from the academy. He can do whatever he wants in the training camp, he has the final say.

The more he wrote, the more excited he became, and the more he drew, the more he felt. It wasn't until noon, after eating, that he realized that the first thing he had to face was the battle in a month.

He looked at the list of students in the current training camp, and this made him a little dizzy.

In that list, there are a total of five soul masters, and two great soul masters who are at level 29 and may break through level [-] at any time. How can he fight like this!

Zhang Heng is strong, he has killed the soul king, and he is also an evil soul master, but the other party was lax and let him succeed in the assassination. You let him single out a soul master, it is not difficult at all, even if it is level 39. Easy, but two is difficult, if three, then he really has no chance of winning.

And looking at his teammates, he challenged the training camp in the name of the examiner who passed this year's talent training plan. People, plus Mo Yunyi, plus Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, a total of ten people, only two great soul masters, Yunxue is still in the auxiliary department.

This gave him some headaches, so he could only invite Mia.

Mia looked at Zhang Heng who was looking expectantly, she turned her eyes away, and looked away. In her heart, she actually hoped that Zhang Heng would lose. She didn't know what benefits Zhang Heng would bring from winning, after all, no one gave her Analysis, so she thought that with Zhang Heng's strength, even if Zhang Heng and the others lose in a month, he will enter the training camp, but if he wins, the training camp will be disbanded. It can become a place that exists in the hearts of a few people.

On balance, she intends to refuse.

After thinking about it, she found a more reasonable excuse and turned to look at Zhang Heng, ready to speak.

Zhang Heng came over at some point, and under her shocked eyes, wrapped his hands around her neck, hugged her, tiptoed his toes, and tapped her red lips like a dragonfly.

She was stunned by the sudden surprise, and when she came back to her senses, Zhang Heng had already left, sat back to his original position, and said to her with a blushing face.

"Sister Mimiya, this is the dowry. After receiving the dowry, you can't refuse my request."

Seeing his face so red even at his neck, Mia pursed her lips, looked at Zhang Heng with joy and tenderness in her eyes, tilted her head, and tapped her fingers lightly on the place he had just kissed.

"Master."

"Sister Mia, do you agree or not?"

Zhang Heng asked again, he collected his mind and asked seriously.

Seeing his serious face, Mia also put down her fingers, suppressing the joy in her heart, and then said in a calm voice tremblingly: "Of course, I agree, but young master, this is not enough!"

"That's fine. As for that... wait... until the results come out in a month."

"Ok."

Mia squinted her eyes and smiled softly.

Zhang Heng, who got Mia's consent, heaved a sigh of relief, but he heard Mia say this again.

"But young master, I'm just a person. I'm not a god. I can't let a group of soul masters have the ability to defeat the soul master. At most, I can teach them some experience and skills about fighting. As for the hard gap in soul power, I don't have it." way to teach."

Mia put away her smile and said to Zhang Heng very seriously.

Hearing her words, Zhang Heng raised his brows and thought about it. Yes, although his little friends have great potential, they are all quite young. The potential that cannot be fulfilled is only potential after all, so he is a little annoyed.

"It would have been nice if the time had been set one year later yesterday. What use is this month?"

He patted his head and said to himself.

"Sister Mia, how about this, you go back and prepare first, I made an appointment with them tomorrow, let them come to the house to receive guidance, so I will trouble you from tomorrow."

"No problem, but young master, if the dowry is paid, can I get it again now!"

"No, how can this be so? Let's talk about it in a month."

"Ah, you are so ruthless, young master."

"Go back and get ready, Sister Mia."

After sending Mia away with a blushing face, Zhang Heng returned to his seat, lying on the table and meditating.

If it was true that a month later, he would bring a group of soul masters to the ring, it would not be for a fight, it would be for a comedy show.

He hammered down the table irritably, and muttered: "It would be great if they all have the soul power of a great soul master."

While complaining, a light flashed through his mind.

"Wait, quickly increase your soul power."

He remembered what Zhang Meng said to him a few days ago before he left.

"Young master, it is indeed a treasure. Let me tell you this, this old slave can rely on it for his cultivation today. Without him, it might be difficult for me to break through even the Soul Emperor. So, young master, you must study it carefully. , don't let this thing get dusty!"

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up, and he remembered that there was an unknown treasure in his body. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, felt the situation in his body, and found the long black tooth at the heart.

"Devil's Fang, what is the use of this!"

He looked at the devil's fang slowly emerging from his palm under its control, looked around, input soul power into it, there was no movement, and injected blood energy into it, there was no movement.

I took it and knocked on the table, knocking out a few cracks on the table, but the thing still didn't move.

Zhang Heng held its head and tail with one hand, placed it about two inches in front of his eyes, squinted one eye, and observed it carefully, trying to explore the mystery through the details.

But after watching for a while, he angrily took Black Fang in his hand and slapped it on the table.

"This damn meow has no other colors except black, let alone textures, what a fart to study."

The teeth were inserted into the table by him. He took a few breaths with his arms folded, recovered his restless mood, and then sighed and said, "Forget it, let's ask that guy for advice."

As he spoke, Zhang Heng pulled out his teeth, pinched his fingerprints, and recited the spell that Zhang Chaotian gave him that day. This is a rather strange passage, like the roars of many kinds of wild animals mixed together, but also like human language Generally speaking, it has its own unique rhythm and intonation. Although it is very difficult to pronounce, Zhang Heng read it verbatim.

After he spit out the last syllable, on the black long teeth that were lying flat in his palm, a faint light overflowed from its surface, dissipating in the air like mist. At the same time, Zhang Heng also felt There was a faint burning sensation from above, but before he could react, Black Fang left his palm and floated in the air.

Zhang Heng withdrew his palm and looked at Hei Fang emitting a faint light in front of him. He saw a purple mist drifting out from the middle of it. The mist did not dissipate, but revolved around Hei Fang. After a while , a palm-sized purple swirl mist was completely displayed in the air.

vomit~
Zhang Heng was slightly taken aback. Before he could speak, a sound of vomiting came out of the vortex first, followed by an angry growl.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing, do you want to kill me?"

Good guy, he called Xiao Zhang Heng when he was in the Corridor of Despair, and he called him a stinky brat when he came out. He really is an unbelievable person, Zhang Heng looked cold and thought to himself.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's important to find you."

"Oh, if you want something from me, come and listen, I'll think about it."

Hearing the arrogant voice from inside, Zhang Heng's temper came up. He immediately pinched his fingerprints and chanted his spell to close this space.

"Don't, don't, just kidding, you ask, don't close the space, let me breathe."

After the anxious begging sound came from inside, Zhang Heng snorted coldly, and didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he asked directly.

"Let me ask you, can this thing quickly increase the cultivation of soul power?"

As soon as his words fell to the ground, there was an urgent voice of inquiry in the swirling mist.

"Who told you that this thing can enhance the cultivation of soul power!"

"Can or can't."

Zhang Heng didn't answer him, he came to ask a question.

After a long silence inside, he spoke slowly.

"No."

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, but another voice said from inside.

"You can also say, yes."

"What's the meaning."

"The devil's fang can't improve the cultivation of other people's soul power, but the evil energy in this evil energy space can."

"Evil spirit."

"That's right, evil."

(End of this chapter)