Douluo Dalu: I am Douluo Dalu

Vaguely, he seemed to see a dark green three-character snake head standing up in the bushes, with a pair of small ruby-like eyes looking in their direction.

Perhaps intimidated by the effect of realgar powder, it did not continue to approach.

"Teacher, over there." Tang San pointed in the direction of the snake's raised head. At this moment, the master had no time to think about why Tang San could see places that he couldn't see either.

He quickly took out a fire pocket from the wrist soul tool and threw it in that direction.

The fire ignited in the wind and illuminated the area while rolling. This time, the master also saw the existence of the snake head.

He took a breath of cold air and said, "It's a Datura snake. Why would such a vicious guy appear outside the Soul Hunting Forest? I hope it's a ten-year-old snake."

Sisi, Sisi, as if irritated by Huozhezi, the snake's head slowly rose, making a Sisi sound towards Luo Sanpao.But the deterrent power of realgar powder is still there, and it still hasn't stepped forward after all.

"The fart is like thunder, shattering the sky and the earth with Luo Sanpao." After explaining this, the master immediately gave the order to Luo Sanpao and launched the attack.

The yellow halo shone again, and Luo Sanpao jumped up in a crazy inhalation. Although he ate the white radish, the attack he had consumed on the Nether Wolf hadn't recovered yet, and he only had two attacks at this time. strength.

Amidst the thunderous roar, Luo Sanpao's super thunder fart surged out. Although the Datura Snake is very fast, Luo Sanpao's attack is limited in scope, and it is impossible for it to escape.

I saw a huge snake body being lifted off the ground and thrown out far away.

Guagua, a shrill sound came. While Tang San was being pulled forward by the master, he looked back and saw that the mandala snake that was blown away by Luo San's cannon was unharmed. As soon as its body landed on the ground, it immediately As soon as the song was played, it flew quickly.

Every time its whip-like body comes into contact with the ground, it immediately bounces up like a spring, moving at extremely fast speeds, constantly approaching itself and the master.

"Fart like smoke, hypnotize Luo Sanpao into a deep sleep." The master extended the move again, Luo Sanpao hovered in the air, and with a pop, a puff of yellow gas spurted out from its fat buttocks, filling the air.

The mandala snake quickly jumped through the yellow smoke, but it was not successfully hypnotized. It is a leader in poisons, and its resistance to poisons is much stronger than ordinary soul beasts. At this time, its speed only slowed down slightly.

Zhang Feng sighed softly when he saw this. Although the master was in the second ring, he had studied theory all his life and was extremely lacking in combat experience.

Relying entirely on martial arts and attacking three times a day has too many disadvantages. Even a mandala snake that is more than four hundred years old cannot defeat it.

No wonder the master is not welcome. If the master at level 29 can defeat a soul master at level 30 by relying on his own theoretical advantages, the master will be regarded as a guest in an instant.

In the world of soul masters, strength is always respected.

If you have big fists, then what you say makes sense.

But the problem is that those with excellent cultivation talent may not necessarily have good brains.

This has led to the slow development of Douluo Continent theory, and there has been no genius who has become a god in nearly ten thousand years.

The general environment must be changed, and the theory must be promoted with the help of Tang San's apotheosis.

Resisting the Divine Realm... is never a one-night struggle.

A twenty-nine-level master... his true combat power is probably not as good as Tang San's five years old.

"Sanpao, block it." Under the command of the master, Luo Sanpao's chubby body turned over and rushed towards the mandala snake.Trying to block its progress with the body.

But this mandala snake was not only extremely fast, but also extremely sensitive. With a sway of its body, it avoided the impact of Luo Sanpao and bit it at the same time.

Just when the master was close to despair and even felt the chill on the mandala snake's fangs, suddenly he found that Tang San he was holding moved.

When he turned around to look, he saw Tang San's left hand touching his waist on the twenty-four bridge moonlit night, and then throwing it behind him without looking back.

"Although in the original work, Tang San still managed to kill the Mandala Snake without any danger and obtained the spirit ring."

Having said this, he paused.

"I can't take risks, and I also want Tang San to trust me even more. The spirit of martial arts can assist in the battle."

The Datura Snake's reaction was faster than Tang San imagined. The sleeve arrow was shot at the Datura Snake's left eye, and its body that jumped up in the air quickly twisted.

The snake lowered its head and managed to avoid its vital point, but the sleeve arrow was too fast and it still hit it.

There was a crisp sound, and a series of sparks splashed on the hard snake scales of the Saloman snake. The severe pain caused it to let out another weird croak.

"Twist."

Zhang Feng said softly.

Tang San was shocked to find that his martial spirit seemed to be out of control, appearing on its own and entangled the mandala snake in front of him.

"Quick, the blue silver grass without a soul ring is not considered tough. I won't be able to hold on for long."

Zhang Feng's disguised eager voice soon appeared in Tang San's mind.

With this heaven-given opportunity, Tang San would naturally not hesitate.

He raised his left hand, and a black light shot out silently.

The sleeve arrow shot cleanly into the mandala snake's left eye, and the nearly four-meter-long snake's body stiffened almost instantly.

The next moment, the body of the mandala snake moved violently, and for a while, sand and rocks flew on the ground.

Wherever its hard body swept, whether it was shrubs or small trees, they seemed to have been baptized by a tornado, with broken branches and leaves flying in all directions.

After firing the sleeve arrow, Tang San stepped on the ghost shadow and retreated quickly, just in time to avoid the sweep of the mandala snake's tail.

The so-called centipede insect dies but does not freeze. Tang San, who knew the characteristics of snakes very well, would never think that the mandala snake would die immediately.

At this time, Tang San had completely believed that Zhang Feng was his martial spirit.

The two masters and apprentices just stood in the distance and carefully observed. The datura snake gradually calmed down from its hysterical and crazy struggle. Its body continued to twist on the ground, causing all the plants on the ground to break, revealing the soil below. .

"If my guess is correct, Xiaosan, this will be your first soul ring."

Zhang Feng said.

Tang San was about to speak when the master beside him said: "Great, Xiao San, your soul ring is here."

"What did you say? You didn't mean this snake, did you?" Tang San looked at the master in surprise.

This sentence is a response to both the master and Zhang Feng.

"Toughness, toxicity, wouldn't it be a perfect match with your Bluesilver Grass?"

Zhang Feng smiled.

The master also began to introduce his top ten core competitiveness in the martial arts world.

The mandala snake's body has gradually become motionless, and the vital part of its head has been pierced by a sleeve arrow. No matter how tenacious its vitality is, it cannot escape the end of death.

Faint yellow light spots began to gather above the mandala snake's body, and flew towards Tang San under the tug of Tang San.

He began to absorb his first soul ring.