Douluo's starting support

Ning Rongrong had a little trouble that she was talking to Xiao Wu about recently.

"Xiao Wu, why is Anqing's physical skills so powerful? He is obviously an auxiliary type, right? By the way, can the auxiliary type be able to defeat the power attack type??"

Whenever Ning Rongrong closes his eyes recently, he can think of An Qing's face and his figure beating up the offensive spirit master. This alone is enough to make Ning Rongrong, an ordinary auxiliary spirit master, feel deeply. Deeply confused.

Xiao Wu said in response to Ning Rongrong's response.

"If that's the case, why doesn't Rongrong try to ask Brother Qing for advice? Although he probably won't be able to teach you."

Ning Rongrong was overjoyed at first when she heard the first half of Xiao Wu's words, but the second half of her words made Ning Rongrong's mood hit rock bottom.

But there was no other way, Ning Rongrong still wanted to follow Xiao Wu's advice and have a little contact with An Qing.

By the way, Ning Rongrong has become extremely interested in An Qing, and also believes that An Qing is an absolutely rare genius.

So Ning Rongrong also followed his own temper, stood up as soon as he slapped the table, and made a firm decision on something.

"Okay! Then I'll go find Anqing and ask now! It doesn't matter whether it's successful or not!"

Xiao Wu stared blankly at Ning Rongrong's enthusiastic appearance. She had no idea that her words that tried to dissuade Ning Rongrong actually fueled Ning Rongrong's fighting spirit.

Xiao Wu wanted to say something more offensive, but the enthusiastic Ning Rongrong grabbed her hands and forced her out the door.

Xiao Wu: "Wait!"

Ning Rongrong: "It's too late, let's leave quickly!"

Xiao Wu was forcibly taken away by Ning Rongrong as if it was her own fault.

Here in Anqing.

Tang San hid behind the big tree timidly, looking at Anqing's situation with some fear.

An Qing originally tried to exercise his soul power control ability, but under unexpected circumstances, An Qing discovered a route to release his soul power to attack.

So he's keeping trying.

"Shrink, compress."

An Qing firmly used his soul power to suppress the air again. When his soul power reached the limit, An Qing shouted loudly.

The soul power changed from a circular state to a semicircular state, and the opening was in front of An Qing.

It seems that An Qing wants to let the air wrapped in soul power shoot out in front of him, and if he does this, the power can be increased.

Anqing, that’s what I originally thought.

boom!

At the moment when the air was released, the soul power used to wrap the air was instantly torn to pieces, and Anqing was also exploded.

Tang San shrank his head, a little scared.

However, he was not worried about Anqing. With Anqing's technology, he could definitely survive an explosion of this magnitude without being injured.

An Qing rolled dozens of times in the air. After completely discharging the force of the explosion, An Qing slowly landed more than ten meters away from the explosion site.

"It seems like this trick won't work. Maybe I should try some other tricks."

An Qing said this while looking at the ravaged grassland.

Tang San also walked out. He used his Purple Demon Eyes to see the shape of the soul power released. Different from before, this time Anqing's released soul power retained half of its shape.

Anqing seemed to want to use this shape to hit the front, but unfortunately the soul power behind the explosion was torn to pieces in an instant, and it was completely unable to play its intended role.

Since even Anqing's soul power couldn't withstand such an impact, no soul power of comparable quality could withstand it.

An Qing stood there, his whole body was messy, but he didn't pay attention and instead put his fingers in his mouth and kept biting them.

A rare state of contemplation in Anqing.

Tang San walked over and suggested to An Qing.

"Brother Qing, I think you can actually throw out the wrapped soul power with that move just now, which also has huge power."

In the end, An Qing denied Tang San's idea. He looked at Tang San and said calmly.

"No, the soul power will weaken a lot of control the moment it is released. In that case, the air compressed by the soul power will probably burst out as soon as I lose it."

Hearing An Qing's words, Tang San knew this for the first time, because he had no experience in releasing soul power.

So Tang San could only give up.

An Qing began to think of other ways. He could feel that if he broke through this limit, his solidified level would also be broken.

An Qing also subconsciously released a ball of soul power while thinking hard, and the soul power flowed transparently in front of An Qing.

An Qing suddenly thought of something and asked Tang San to come over.

"Tang San, come here and weigh the weight of the soul power."

This was the first time Tang San heard such a request, but he was not idle. He immediately came over, used the Purple Demon Eyes to visualize the soul power, and then gently held up the soul power.

Because it is no different from air at all.

Tang San immediately came to a conclusion.

"Soul power has no weight."

Maybe, but the weight is very small, so Anqing can only give up the method of using the weight of the soul power itself to throw the air cannon.

An Qing immediately sat down on the grass and continued to think hard.

Several possible solutions were eliminated in Anqing's mind.

An Qing sat steadily on the grass like a path for a long time. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong also came during this period. They just saw that An Qing seemed to be studying something and did not disturb An Qing.

The two glanced at each other and left An Qing's side.

The two of them planned to ask An Qing later.

In this atmosphere, Tang San and An Qing sat on the ground until evening.

Tang San was practicing.

Anqing is trying to break through.

Finally, Anqing thought of a way to turn this method into an attack.

"If I compress the soul power as air and then play it out, the effect should be the same."

Thinking of this, An Qing stood up suddenly, with a smile clearly showing on the corner of his mouth.

Tang San also noticed An Qing standing up, he didn't say anything and just stayed away from An Qing.

The feeling of having several ribs broken in succession is not pleasant.

An Qing closed his eyes, and the flow of meridians in his body was clear at a glance, and then An Qing began to release soul power into his hands.

These soul powers quickly gathered on the hands along the flow of meridians. Originally, these soul powers would disperse on their own after gathering to a certain amount.

What was a little surprising was that this time the soul power did not disperse, but instead continued to gather.

Whoohoo!

Tang San hid behind the big tree and looked at the concentrated soul power in front of An Qing with some horror.

A gust of wind came from nowhere and gathered around An Qing, causing An Qing's hair to flutter and the corners of his clothes to squeak!

Tang San suddenly had a premonition.

he muttered to himself.

"Senior An... This is to create something new."

Because he was too shocked, Tang San once again said the word "senior".