Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Do you think you are challenging my qualifications like this?" Madara's words did not change a word, as cold as his expression.

"Come on and have a good fight with me," Meng Yiran exuded an aura of arrogance, pointed the snake stick in his hand straight at Madara, and said energetically.

"It turns out to be that boy from before." Longgong Meng Shu opened his eyes slightly, and could vaguely see Zeng Ban's figure, and said quite unexpectedly.

"You're just a ungrateful junior." Snake Woman snorted towards Tianxiang, "Li Ying made him suffer."

"It seems that you still don't understand the difference between you and me." Madara still looked unmoved, as if Meng Yiran's level 32 agility attack soul master was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Madara opened his blood chakra eye martial spirit at the same time. Bimeng's still tyrannical aura spread throughout the audience, which was intimidating against the backdrop of the pair of blood demons.

"How is it possible that you could become so strong?" Meng Yiran looked at the three yellow, yellow and purple soul rings. He obviously didn't know how much momentum he had coaxed to be stronger than himself, and he shouted in a daze.

"How can it be impossible? I told you a long time ago about the gap between you and me." Madara raised his head slightly, as if he was scorning an ant, and his voice did not fluctuate at all.

"This kid is getting more and more terrifying." Madara's terrifying performance was shocked. Duke Long and Snake Lady present, Duke Long and Meng said their eyes suddenly opened wide, and they stared at Madara very cautiously and murmured.

"Hmph." Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang didn't say anything to refute, but she was obviously very unhappy with Ban's original attitude towards her precious granddaughter.

Is the gap between me and him really getting farther and farther? I have already worked so hard.

Meng Yiran bit his lip, his eyes flashed with confusion and unwillingness, and his whole body could not help but tremble.

Why why am I still being ignored?

In order to hone his fighting skills, like him, he has been training with spirit beasts in the Star Dou Forest all year round.He had practiced his flying knife skills so hard that he could easily defeat the Phoenix-tailed Cockscomb without any soul skills and fled.

I thought that the gap with him was already extremely small, and that I had even surpassed him, but I didn't expect to be left far behind.We were all promoted to the second-level great soul masters together in the beginning. Why is Changju so big now?

Ban obviously didn't know what Meng Yiran was thinking, so he said somewhat boringly: "Obviously you are not qualified to fight me, so go back."

"No, never", the dream that was constantly struggling in my heart is still there. After saying these words in Qingdao, I suddenly made a decision in my heart and responded very decisively: "I will not back down no matter what this time."

"Oh, I haven't given up yet." Madara suddenly became interested again, and was a little surprised by Meng Yiran's persistence. He shook his head and said, "But faith cannot fill the gap like a chasm."

Although faith is worthy of encouragement, such a weak body cannot bear the faith to challenge Uchiha Madara

Madara has no interest in selling such a weak Meng Yiran.But obviously Meng Yiran is determined to have an upright battle with Madara.

Ban raised his chin and signaled Meng Yiran to look at Tang San, who was waiting for everyone, and said with great interest: "Beat him to prove that you are qualified to challenge me."

"Then does he have the qualifications?" Meng Yiran held his head high, obviously not easily acknowledging Madara's perfunctory words.

"He is my brother." Madara raised his eyebrows and continued in a deep voice, "Maybe you can't even beat him."

"Second Ring Great Spirit Master, are you looking down on me?" Meng Yiran was furious and shouted loudly to Madara, then he turned around and walked towards Tang San with a meteoric stride.

"Xiao San, I'll leave it to you this time." But Mu Bai patted Tang San on the shoulder, seemingly helpless, but inside he was extremely gloating.

"Third brother, you must win." Oscar stared at Tang San who was just about to say something, his eyes almost shining.

"Okay, I'll do my best." Tang Seng had no choice but to swallow the words he originally thought of rejecting and responded helplessly.

"Boy, you are actually the younger brother of that annoying guy." Meng Yiran gritted his teeth and said, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Then come." Seeing that this moment was inevitable, Tang San took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Come on, let me see if you are qualified." Meng Yiran obviously wanted to take out the grievances he suffered from his classmate on his younger brother, and immediately attacked forward.

Meng Yiran rushed in front of Tang San in a flash, picked up the snake staff in his hand, and hit Tang Shan's head with a ferocious force.

On the sidelines, Dai Mubai and others who were watching the battle almost dropped their jaws to the ground. Thinking that such a beautiful girl could be so violent, they all swallowed their saliva.

Meng Yiran didn't know if he had received Madara's influence, and his fighting style had greatly expanded. He was obviously an agility-type soul master, but he displayed the domineering aura of a powerful attack-type soul master.

Tang San saw that the opponent was obviously difficult to deal with, so he didn't dare to be careless, and flew away with ghostly shadows under his feet.

While retreating, the first spirit ring behind Tang San flashed slightly.

The first soul skill of the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, entanglement activation

Countless blue and silver grasses grew wildly on the ground, thinking of Meng Yiran, rushing to wrap around them, and by the way, Meng Yiran was entangled into a giant ball like a silkworm chrysalis.

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, and then tensed up again, waiting for the reaction in the Blue Silver Grass.

Tang San deeply understood that a soul master with a third soul ring would not be easily trapped by his first soul skill.

As Tangshan expected, Meng Yiran, with a figure as soft as if he had no bones, twisted and slipped out from the heavy encirclement of bluesilver grass.

Meng Yiran was able to get rid of the blue silver grass so easily, so he naturally used his soul skills.

Meng Yiran rushed out, holding a snake staff in his hand, and ran towards Tang San with raging anger.

"Suffer death!" Meng Yiran flashed in front of Tang San in the blink of an eye and swung it hard.

Tang San used his Xuan Yu Hand to deflect the huge impact of the snake staff with a clever effort, and lightly grabbed the snake staff in Meng Yiran's hand.

not good

Warning signs rose in Tangshan's heart, and he suddenly felt as if he was in crisis, and he immediately wanted to let go and fly away.

Meng Yiran had a smile of victory on his face, as if victory was already in sight.

I want to leave, but it's too late

The huge snake head on the top of the snake staff in Meng Yiran's eyes flashed slightly red, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a sharp tongue.

This time, you will definitely lose.