Douluo's starting support

"call."

An Qing had no clue about this, and he himself knew what was going on with him. The first soul ring was achieved completely by chance.

The first soul ring has healing and agility bonus effects. The healing effect was created by Anqing himself, before he had the spirit.

An Qing knew that the healing effect was not the unique nature of his martial soul, but was caused by An Qing himself.

Trying to recreate this miracle is as difficult as fabricating a technique out of thin air in your mind.

Only Anqing would have a headache.

He slowly stood up from his seat and looked around. Only Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and himself were left in the classroom at dusk.

The other students had gone back long ago and were completely missing.

"I can no longer practice. If I continue to practice, my meridians will not be able to withstand it."

An Qing evaluated his physical condition and decided to temporarily stop his current practice.

I'm afraid someone's jaw will drop if they know that this guy An Qing has practiced to the point where he can no longer practice.

There has never been such a tolerable soul master on Douluo Continent. The huge torture caused by reaching the upper limit of level is not something that people can bear.

Even if they can continue to practice, few people will do so.

In short.

Anqing can no longer practice and may need a little rest today.

An Qing glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu with relief. They were still practicing very diligently and didn't even know that he was leaving.

This is quite good for spiritual practice.

In order to avoid disturbing Tang San and Xiao Wu's practice, An Qing walked out of the classroom quietly.

This was also the first time he saw the teaching building at dusk.

A yellow-red and slightly dim semicircle hung on the horizon, and the marble fence looked a little crystal clear in the afterglow.

An Qing closed his eyes, his two little hands drooped down weakly, and his handsome and rosy little face was full of expressions of enjoyment.

A faint afterglow shone leisurely on An Qing's face.

"It's really good. Is this the sunset? I haven't seen it for a long time."

An Qing murmured, but his words were slightly weird.

The sunset is a scenery that most people can see every day as long as they pay attention.

This is not the case for Anqing.

Generally speaking, it is already evening when Anqing's practice is interrupted. This kind of dusk scene is really rare in Anqing.

This made Anqing a little happier.

The depressed mood of not being able to improve his strength changed slightly.

An Qing had a slight smile on his face, and immediately turned around and left the teaching building.

He wanted to find inspiration for practice.

Cultivation is not just a matter of following a template. It also requires a skeleton to add flesh and blood to it. This kind of practice is effective.

Even though most people have ignored this method of cultivation, An Qingshang will not give up.

When I got out of the teaching building in Anqing, I felt a breeze blowing by at the entrance of the corridor.

There was a slight smell of blood in the breeze.

An Qing immediately became alert and frowned slightly.

"What's going on? The smell of human blood?"

The geographical location of Tiandou Royal Academy is somewhat different.

Because the entire college is built on a mountain, there are always some updrafts passing through it, and these airflows usually bring the flavor from below to the top.

At this time, the faint smell of blood lingering in Anqing's nasal cavity was brought by such wind.

An Qing had vaguely noticed that something was different.

An Qing silently improved the adaptability of the entire meridians, and the soul power surged crazily in An Qing's body.

After adapting to this intensity of soul power flow, An Qing's smart eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of light.

This is what he looks like when he is ready for battle.

He also understood that if he went to the source of the bloody smell like this, he might suffer attacks that were not related to him.

But that doesn't matter.

An Qing headed towards the place where the smell of blood came from quite seriously. He was both a warrior and a knight.

This is not to be nosy, on the contrary, it is to prove Anqing's martial arts and prove that Anqing's martial arts is not wrong.

Just as Anqing was approaching the place where the smell of blood came from.

the other side.

.........

.........

Outside the Tiandou Royal Main School District.

In the small woods within Tiandou Mountain.

From time to time there was a sound of ridicule, accompanied by kicks without a bottom line.

"Hahaha! Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm laughing so hard! A soul master still wears a piece of glass? You bastard trash!"

"Yo yo yo, how can a dignified member of the Dongfang family be such a loser? Oh, I forgot, you are just a bastard, not a member of the Dongfang family at all! Hahahahaha!"

Surrounded by a bush, seven eight-year-old girls were seen kicking the blue-haired girl lying on the ground without any boundaries.

"Hey!"

In the blink of an eye, the blue-haired girl was kicked hard in the abdomen again, and tears kept falling down her face along with the blood at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes are very strange, with a very special pattern on her pupils, which makes her look quite charming.

It's just that these eyes can do nothing but shed tears at this moment.

Another merciless kick came.

The blue-haired girl tried her best to catch the kicking foot.

The blue-haired girl's hair was disheveled, her face was covered with dirt, and the corners of her mouth were cracked, revealing teeth stained with blood. She struggled like an evil spirit and retorted.

"I'm not a bastard! My name is Dongfang Huan! I'm from the Dongfang family!"

Her declaration made the girls bullying her stunned for a moment, and then bursts of hearty laughter reached the ears of the blue-haired girl.

"Hahahaha!"

"What did I think you were going to do, bastard?"

"Killing me."

Compared to the cynicism of others.

The girl caught by her slender palm reacted more directly.

"Fuck you, bastard!"

She shook her ankle and broke away from the blue-haired girl's grasp, and then kicked Dongfang Huan more violently.

"what!"

Dongfang Huan screamed and curled up like a cooked shrimp. Her eyes had lost their luster and tears were flowing down in vain.

A low sob came from her vocal cords.

"woo woo woo woo......."

The sad cry reached the ears of the girls present.

Some of them pretended to kick, while others shook their heads.

The girl at the head snorted disdainfully.

"This guy is so boring. He grabbed his hair and beat him until he cried. Sisters, let's go and have fun in Tiandou City!"

After saying that, she left Dongfang Huan with her young girls and laughed.

Dongfang Huan could only cry.

As they said, she was just an illegitimate daughter. If it hadn't been for the fact that her innate soul power had reached level seven, she would never have come to this academy.

She was unable to retaliate, not even to report it.

Because being weak among soul masters is the original sin.

There is no way for the weak to survive.

"I want to become stronger, become stronger..."

Dongfang Huan gritted her teeth, unaware that someone was coming to her side.

Just when this group of bullies was about to leave laughing.

A childish voice that was neither salty nor bland reached their ears.

"Huh? Who told you to leave?"

They were startled and turned their heads collectively to look.

An Qing was seen standing next to Dongfang Huan with a straight face, looking at them.