Douluo's Night

Datura Snake didn't expect that a human would rush towards him, and was slightly startled.

But he reacted immediately, spat out the poisonous message, arched his body, and bit into the night like lightning the next moment.

"Hey, you" the master stamped his foot, why is he so impulsive?

To be fair, no one wants to see the death of a person who came to help and met by chance. What's more, he is only six years old, but he has already shown excellent talent, and his soul power level has reached level ten.

Even if he was a student of Wuhun Hall, he didn't deserve to die in a place like this.

The master repeatedly greeted his martial spirit, and a fat dog and pig appeared and went to rescue Ye Xi.

"Are you coming?" Night narrowed his eyes, and the dim environment seemed as bright as day in his sight. He turned over in the air, and then kicked out.

The Datura snake bit into the empty space and received a solid kick on the forehead. After the pain, its eyes flashed with vicious eyes.

"I'm going to help." Tang San also rushed forward the next moment, holding a dagger emitting cold light in his hand.

Ye Zi pursed his lips and stretched his right fist into the night sky. A visible dark substance converged from the sky towards Ye Zi's right fist. On his right hand, the stars in the sky were shining with intense light.

"Bah"

Ye Xing's right fist hit the mandala snake's head firmly. The giant snake let out a hoarse cry and moved its head to the left.

Tang San saw the right moment, slid forward, and inserted the dagger into the giant snake's head.

"Hiss" the Datura Snake screamed hoarsely. The nearly four-meter-long snake body stiffened almost for an instant. The next moment, the Datura Snake's body moved violently. For a moment, sand and rocks flew on the ground. Wherever its hard body swept, whether it was shrubs or small trees, they seemed to have been baptized by a tornado, with broken branches and leaves flying in all directions.

Ye Zi frowned, quickly backed away, and stood not far away.

"It's okay, Xiaosan." When the master saw Tang San come back, he first looked up and down, and then shook his head helplessly. This kind of impulsive character still needs to be changed, but it's hard to say anything about yourself in front of outsiders. Disciple, this matter can be put aside for the time being.

"And you, I don't know how your teacher taught you, but you are facing a ferocious century-old spirit beast. If something happens, what will your parents do?" The master looked at the night staring straight ahead, After thinking about it, I finally said it.

"I have no parents." The words in the night drifted away in the wind, and finally landed softly. He said to Tang San: "The last blow just now was struck by you. I feel that this is not the soul beast suitable for me. You see It depends on whether you are suitable or not.”

Tang San blushed, feeling a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned he was. It was obviously the night that knocked the Datura Snake into a daze, and he had the chance to kill him. He glanced at the master.

The master thought for a while, then nodded, and bowed his hands to the night, "Thank you, kid."

Ye Xunxiang thought that even if you don't thank me, this soul ring is still not yours after all. He didn't say it, but just shook his head.

A moment later, a yellow soul ring appeared on the body of the Datura Snake, and Ye Ye looked away after seeing it.

Tang San took a step forward, started to attract the spirit ring to his hand, and began to absorb it. Only then did Ye Xi see clearly that Tang San's martial spirit was a grass, and should be a plant martial spirit.

The master took a step forward and began to guide Tang San in absorbing martial spirits.

This atmosphere reminded Ye Shi of his master. Although the world was colder and more bloody, his master's teachings were always warm. That seat was his safe haven.

The Taoist heart was trembling slightly, and the night sighed softly, and the exercise calmed the heart, leaving no distracting thoughts.

Seeing Tang San begin to absorb it, Ye Zi also closed his eyes and began to run his mortal body Dao Heart.

It was a peaceful night, and no blind soul beasts came to cause trouble. It was a pity that the night was dark, and no century-old soul beasts were encountered.

A day of killing calmed down Ye Zi's Taoist heart. If Ye Zi was good at anything, it was the ruthless Tao.

The world is ups and downs, and we meet many people. You love me, I love him, and he loves others. They may seem affectionate, but in fact they are heartless. Love too much, fall in love too much, stir up affection everywhere, and don't want to stop for anyone.

Wu Qingdao said that Ye Zi had given up, but it did not mean that Ye Zi could fight with others. This was a dead end.

He opened his eyes, and it was already bright.

"Thank you, teacher, thank you, brother Yese."

Tang San said this sincerely. After all, without Ye Xie's help, he would still need a certain amount of luck to kill this mandala snake.

"No need to thank me, that's your fate." Ye Xi stood up and stretched his body. It seems that his fate is not here.

"I'm leaving." Ye Se didn't say much, nodded slightly, said goodbye to the master and apprentice, then straightened his black clothes and walked towards the exit of the Soul Hunting Forest.

"I hope we can meet again." Tang San saluted. He was now an eleventh level soul master.

"What do you think of him?" The master looked at his disciple with satisfaction. The two talked about martial arts and soul skills for a while. On the way back, the master asked.

"Teacher, are you talking about night?" Tang San confirmed.

Seeing the master nodding, Tang San coughed, and then opened his eyes: "He is a very strong soul master. This strength is not only in soul power, but also in mind."

"It's just..." Tang San wanted to say something, but the master smiled slightly and motioned for him to continue.

Tang San whispered: "I don't think he has any friends he recognizes, so he was stunned when he heard the teacher talking about the seven-on-seven battle."

The master nodded, "That's right. In fact, he is also a good young man. He does not have a master to teach him, but it is a pity that he is a student of Wuhun Hall."

Tang San was a little confused as to what the regret was, but the master changed the topic and he knew enough not to ask any more questions.

. . . . . .

When he returned to Wuhundian Academy at night, the vacation had just ended. In just three days, he had already experienced a lot of killings, and he looked very energetic.

When I returned to my dormitory, there was a faint fragrance in the room, and the stinging night opened the window.

The letter left behind had disappeared. It was obvious that Qian Renxue had been to his dormitory.

"Seven versus seven... I don't want to participate." Ye Xi sat on the chair and sighed in a low voice, then kicked the bed angrily, "Get up."

"Ah, I originally wanted to scare you." Qian Renxue got out of the quilt, with tears in the corners of her eyes. She must have been told by her Pope Master again.

Seeing her tears in the night, she finally swallowed the words that came to her lips.