Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Finally, I can let go of my hands and feet!" The dozen shadow clones created by Madara tried to open the Sharingan. In an instant, a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes turned the originally romantic candlelight dinner atmosphere into a haunted one. atmosphere of.

"Brother Madara, it's dinner time now. If you want to test, go to the training ground later!" Seeing a dozen identical Madaras looking at them with their scarlet eyes, several girls subconsciously Taking a step back, Ning Rongrong said with some lack of confidence.

Madara also realized that something was wrong. With a thought, all the shadow clones turned into smoke with a bang and disappeared without a trace.

"Mistress, aren't you going to introduce your soul skills to me?" Madara asked seriously, still thinking about his younger brother.

"This is my fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Cage!" Tang San put down his chopsticks and stretched out a finger to gently lift it up. In an instant, black blue silver grass appeared without warning, gathering into a The appearance of the cage also looks unusually tough.

"Ten Thousand Years Soul Skill! You are indeed my brother!" Madara's attention was focused on the color of Tang San's fourth soul ring. The black color was exactly the same as Madara's fourth soul ring.

"Isn't that what it is? I can do it too!" Seeing the master praising others so much, Mumu pretended to snort. He also raised his hand and countless saplings had grown up to cover the original cage made of black blue silver grass.

"Little guy! That's awesome!" Flanders said with a smile from the side, looking like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Your martial spirit can actually absorb the soul power of my Blue Silver Grass martial spirit! It's so strange!" Tang San felt it carefully and looked at Mu Mu in front of him in great surprise.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. They all understood what this ability meant in a team battle.Its effect is even slightly better than Tang San's poison quenching properties.

"No wonder you want to accept him as your disciple!" Da Jianwen stepped forward and gently touched the sapling summoned by Mumu with his fingers. Feeling the weak suction, he said to Madara clearly.

How could I, Uchiha Madara's disciple, be so bad?The corners of Madara's mouth were slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"The next thing we are going to discuss is about the Continental Elite Soul Master Competition!" Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating and drinking, Flanders coughed slightly and said with a serious face.

The Seven Shrek Monsters had long heard about the most famous event on the continent. They all sat upright and listened to Flanders' speech attentively.Even Madara, who never cared, pricked up his ears and listened.

"Let the master tell everyone next!" Flanders saw everyone staring at him intently, coughed slightly awkwardly, and handed over the right to speak to the master.

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"I won't go into details about the importance of this competition. Now let me introduce the competition system to you!" The master cleared his throat, took a sip of tea and began to explain in detail to everyone.

It took the master about half an hour to give everyone a preliminary understanding of the game, and then made a suggestion: "In addition, there is another important issue, that is, we must have enough substitutes. First, it can help everyone preserve their strength, and second, it can confuse opponents!"

The master clapped his hands, and three men and women of different looks walked in, but each of them exuded a powerful aura. At a glance, he knew they were elites. Among them was Tai Long, an acquaintance: "These two dragons The academy has already pre-selected them, they are Tailong, Huang Yuan, Wang Zi’an and Jiangzhu!”

After the Shrek Seven Monsters and the three new teammates got to know each other, Tang San took the lead and asked with a puzzled face: "Teacher, didn't you say there were four people? Why is there one missing?"

"The missing one is Wang Zi'an. He was injured during training a few days ago! Madara, you should go and have a look!" The master explained to everyone, and then turned his attention to Madara who was sitting there.

"Is it him? Isn't he less than a third-ring soul master?" Madara thought for a long time in his mind before finding the impression of the young man in white, and was a little surprised.

"He is now a level 34 attack type soul master! His family got him some heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are better than the immortal ones in Tangshan!" the master said with profound meaning.

"Okay! I'm going to meet him now!" Madara also wanted to see how far the boy he once guided casually had grown to now, so he nodded and agreed.

Ban started looking for Wang Zi'an in the school hospital but could not find him, and finally found his trace in the back mountain.

Madara stood silently in the distance, not disturbing the white figure who was sweating profusely and training hard, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Even though his injuries have not healed yet, he still insists on getting up and completing his training. What the pain cannot stop is his strong will as iron, so that he can slowly develop the strength of a truly strong person.

"Show me your results!" Madara suddenly interrupted him.

"Teacher, you are back!" The young man turned his head in surprise, beads of sweat the size of soybeans sliding down his tired cheeks.

"Come on, show it!" Ban raised his head, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Wang Zi'an nodded overjoyed and wiped his sweat. The martial spirit of the folding fan appeared in his hand, and the three yellow, yellow and purple spirit rings behind him were also shining brightly.

"The number one soul skill, gust of wind!" Wang Zi'an roared with all his strength, and fanned forward fiercely with the folding fan in his hand.

A huge gust of wind instantly blew away all the fallen leaves in front, and even trees as thick as a bowl were broken directly in the middle. It looked extremely powerful.

This soul skill can blow the attacking soul master who rushes to the front into the sky. If no one is there to catch him, the huge impact when he lands is enough to seriously injure someone.The power can already be said to be very good, much improved compared to before.

However, Madara still frowned deeply, always feeling that something was wrong. Looking at Wang Zi'an whose eyes were full of expectation, he fell into silence.

"Have you completed the change in the nature of the wind attribute soul power that I mentioned?" Madara tried to ask, thinking about the reason in his heart.

"Teacher, I have done my best!" Wang Zi'an saw Madara's somewhat ugly expression and immediately replied with fear in his heart.

"Is your number one soul skill so weak?" Madara asked bluntly, because he didn't believe that a hard-working person would be lazy.

"Weak?" Wang Zi'an felt a strong tug in his heart and his body trembled, as if his efforts had been denied.

Seeing his devastated look, Madara didn't explain, but directly possessed the Sharingan and used his first soul skill.

Fire escapes. Fire extinguishes!

The raging sea of ​​fire almost swallowed up half of the back mountain in an instant, and the arrogant tongues of fire licked the land where they met, turning the place into a world of flames.

"Isn't the power of the first soul skill at least like this?" Ban looked at the stunned Wang Zi'an and said matter-of-factly.