Douluo Zhibo Madara

"You have developed quite well in the past few years since I left." After entering, Madara looked at the decorated hall, which was not luxurious, but was still very exquisite, and raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks to Miss Ye's help," Li Jia said it directly without any concealment.

"Ye Lingling" Ban pondered for a while and asked Li Jia tentatively.

Li Jia nodded without denying it, and admitted generously: "Now we can rest against the big tree to enjoy the shade."

"Nine-hearted Begonia is indeed a good choice," Madara said with some clarity in his heart.

"We are just pawns rushing to the front to help the Ye family get some information." Li Jia shook his head and said rather self-deprecatingly.

"Oh." Ban seemed to hear an inexplicable meaning from Li Jia's words. Before he could ask the question, the Li family changed the subject.

"Brother, I'm here to help your friends hunt for souls." Li Jia turned around and looked at Tang San and others who had just stepped in. Although he was asking, there was a hint of certainty in his tone.

"That's right, add a third soul ring to a kid who barely has some talent." Spot nodded, his tone a little softer.

Li Jia looked at the group of children in front of him, who were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they actually came to hunt for the third soul ring, and couldn't help but secretly smacked his lips.

Sure enough, are all friends the same? Unexpectedly, Madara, a monster, is surrounded by monsters.

"However, Miss Ye brought over a young man who was a few years older than you before. That person challenged you by name." Li Jia seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Ban.

"Challenge me." Madara sneered, feeling as if he was hearing a fantasy: "Does he have the qualifications?"

"Really, I think his posture is really no worse than yours." Li Jia nodded heavily, as if he was afraid that Madara wouldn't believe it, and said matter-of-factly: "If you don't believe me, you can go to the back and see the training stone where you exercise."

Madara was a little surprised this time. Under normal circumstances, the strength he showed at that time would be enough to defeat most soul masters of this age group.

Soon, with the help of Li Jia, everyone in Shrek finally settled down, while Madara took advantage of this gap to go to the backyard alone, wanting to see what Li Jia was selling.

The backyard was empty except for a stone one foot high, which looked unusually abrupt.

This stone is black as a whole, but it is mixed with light blue embellishments. From a distance, it looks as magnificent as a starry sky.

This should be a rare ore, which has the hardness of stone and the toughness of iron. Madara accidentally obtained it in the forest. Later, he thought it was good, so he brought it back to use for exercise.

Looking closely, the ore is covered with dense scratches or marks of blows, but at this time it is dimmed by a huge fist mark in the center.

"This is it." Oscar, who had settled down, came first to look for Madara and wanted to practice. After he came in, he found Madara standing directly in front of a strange stone. He couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the fist mark on it.

"This man is so strong." Dai Mubai followed him to the backyard and also noticed the unusually conspicuous fist marks on the ore. Yan Tong could not help but tighten his heart and said to himself.

Tang San's eyes were fixed on the fist mark, which was filled with scorched black marks. It was obvious that the opponent had used a soul skill, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Ye Lingling, it seems that the hero you talked about is not here." A high-spirited young man looked at the training stone in front of him and said with a half-smile.

Behind him, Li Jia and Ye Lingling were standing there accompanying him, looking vaguely led by this young man.

"That young man named Ban really looks like you, the captain." Ye Lingling looked at the young man with awe, which was a rare expression on her cold face.

"So what, it's just my shadow." The young man stretched out his hand and gently touched the various marks on his face during training. He pursed his lips and said with pride and arrogance between his brows.

Ye Lingling didn't say anything, just frowned slightly, feeling that her captain seemed too arrogant and dared to make a conclusion before even meeting him.

"Then, leave this to him." A flash of blue lightning flashed in the captain's eyes, and then traces of blue lightning began to appear all over his body.

Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex, possessed by martial spirit

The boy bathed in the thunder looked like the arrogant and arrogant God of Thunder. Under the influence of the beastly nature of the martial soul, a domineering and ferocious smile appeared on his face. His eyes that turned into vertical pupils looked cruel yet elegant, like a beast. The king of the class.

The three soul rings under his feet, two yellow and one purple, slowly rose, and the first soul ring suddenly lit up brightly.

The first soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw

The young man roared angrily, his voice was like the roar of a giant dragon, and the thunder and lightning in his left hand gathered crazily, vaguely forming the shape of a huge dragon claw. Then he was slowly lifted up by the young man, and he fiercely blasted towards the trial stone in front of him.

boom

"This is my challenge"

Strong? It is indeed very strong for these Shrek people who call themselves little monsters.

But for Madara, this is just a tool used for training when he was a second-level soul master.

However, who would give their best when training? It’s ridiculous to compare his own strength with Madara’s training intensity.

When Madara is training, he doesn't take off his weight and activate the Eight Gates of Dunjia, nor does he know how to use his own soul skills.

"If it's only to this extent," Madara's eyes lit up brightly, as if he had encountered