Douluo: true red-eyed black dragon

Meng Yiran hurriedly lowered his head to count the leaves that were nailed to the trunks of both sides. Dragon Duke Meng Shu sighed and said helplessly: "Yiran, you lose."

He couldn't help but admire and said: "His skills are amazing. He is indeed a genius today, and he will become a great talent in the future."

Ma Hongjun just opened his eyes. Even though he was still a little dazed, he still couldn't forget the essence of showing off.Pretending to be calm, he cupped his hands and said, "I'll give in, I'll give in, I've been praised by you, senior."

Meng Yiran looked at his grandfather with confusion, shook his head absentmindedly, and murmured to himself: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it... How could I lose? How could I lose? Don't think that I don't know that at the end Before a flying knife goes out, there is at least ten blades between us!"

Meng Shu could only shake his head at her, and held her hand as she was about to rush out without a voice, "His last one was his real skill. Before, he was just playing with you."

Meng Yiran's eyes secretly drifted towards Ma Hongjun, who was deliberately clasping his waist with his hands and looking at the sky. Her pretentious expression disgusted her.

Meng Shu paused and continued to say sternly: "With all my years of knowledge, Grandpa has been unable to predict its next trajectory. It seems to have completely subverted my knowledge, just like a fallen leaf. It is like a fallen leaf." The extremely tricky S-shaped curve went around the back of the tree before being nailed to the tree. It stabbed eight leaves in succession on its flight path..."

Meng Yiran looked at his grandfather with tearful eyes and cried anxiously: "Then I still have two leaves ahead? Shouldn't I still win?"

Meng Shu cleared his throat, and then said slowly: "The moment it nailed it, it knocked out the shallower flying knives you had stabbed with the first two handles, and wiped away the little bit of pride you had in the lead in the end. Get out."

Meng Yiran covered his mouth, which was slightly open due to surprise, with his hands, and looked at his grandfather with great reluctance with eyes that could squeeze out water.

"Even if it's a draw in the end, she can't accept the opponent's mistake, which is obviously a forced charity."

The last flying knife thrown by Ma Hongjun was a flying knife with only the last extremely weak fluctuation of soul power.

It was this flying knife that saved Ma Hongjun. After all, it was once a product of the previous civilization - the tracking knife.

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang could not say anything more at this time, but Meng still had doubts about what his grandfather explained, so he rushed directly to the big tree and checked the throwing knife.

She stared hard at the flying knives that flew out of Ma Hongjun's hands and were nailed to the tree.I found the flying knife that my grandfather said was extremely weird. There were eight leaves on it.It had already penetrated a foot into the wood, and there were two virtual seals near it. His two flying knives, which had been knocked back, were also lying quietly under the tree.

After a long time, Meng Yiran slowly turned around and looked at his grandfather. His eyes were no longer as distracted as before, but there was a sense of frustration that hit his soul.She didn't even choose to put away her beloved soul-breaking knife, and walked towards her grandparents step by step.

What she has been insisting on is worthless in front of others.

Meng Shu couldn't help but sigh at this time. Originally, he wanted to find a place for his granddaughter, but he didn't expect that this situation would become more and more embarrassing. I'm afraid it would be a big blow to his granddaughter's cultivation in the future.

Ma Hongjun saw the little beauty walking back absentmindedly, and couldn't help feeling pity, "Hey! If you want to defeat me, come to our academy. There are many better than me in our academy!"

Who would have thought that just by shouting out these words from Ma Hongjun, Meng Yiran, who was already exhausted mentally and physically, almost stumbled and fell again.

Meng Yiran turned around and glanced at Ma Hongjun with a resentful look, as if to say: OK, I will remember you.

Zhao Wuji on the side couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Ma Hongjun's move. This was a good way to induce enrollment for the college.

At this time, Tang San also ran over, "Miss Meng, your soul-breaking knife." He put the soul-breaking knife that he had quietly collected back into the bag, held it in his hands, and handed it over solemnly. go out.

Tang San was not greedy for beauty like Xiaopang, but because he felt an inexplicable affinity for the first person he met who used a hidden weapon.

Meng Yiran lowered his head and glanced at Tang San. This was because her originally delicate and pretty face was now a bit pale.

"Are you here to make fun of me?"

Tang San shook his head hastily, not wanting her to misunderstand, and said plainly: "The use of hidden weapons itself requires great talent, tricky techniques and super luck. You are just a little short. It’s just luck, there will still be opportunities in the future.”

Meng Yiran's expression improved slightly, and his attention was attracted by this new term, "Hidden weapon?"

Tang San still maintained the posture of holding his hands up, and slowly explained: "A weapon that can deliver a fatal blow in the dark and have a surprise victory effect is called a hidden weapon."

"You seem to be very knowledgeable about these?"

Tang San nodded in disbelief, "Practice with hidden weapons requires some methods. There are a lot of details on the throwing technique, the expected flight path, and the type of hidden weapons. In fact, this kind of flying knife is not completely suitable for you. .For you, its size and weight are a bit too big. For a little girl like you, it is not easy to control in your hands, and it is not easy to throw it out..."

Ma Hongjun, who was behind Tang San, couldn't help but beat his chest in anger: Xiao Wu had just been found, and he came here to rob me. What a scumbag.

If Xiao Wu, who was lying unconscious in Ning Rongrong's arms, saw the scene in front of her, she would definitely pull off Tang San's ears.

Zhao Wuji on the side couldn't stand it anymore and coughed a few times, interrupting the two people's conversation.He reminded: "Let's go quickly and find a relatively safe place to place the injured."

After saying that, he led everyone to leave. Tang San hurriedly handed the bag he was holding back to Meng Yiran.

Only the thoughtful Meng Yiran and the couple Gaoshi Long and Snake were left eating melon and watching the guests.

Meng Yiran's eyes slowly became firm again, and he still remembered the touch of his fingertips.Tang San's hands were as white as jade, delicate and flexible.

At the same time, he also thought of Ma Hongjun's irritating appearance. He waved his fist angrily and regained his fierce look.

Dragon Duke Meng Shu sighed leisurely and said: "How can the golden scales be a thing in the pond? They will change into dragons when the storm happens!"

Chao Tianxiang responded: "The little unknown Shrek Academy actually has such talented people, juniors..."

Slowly, the three of them wandered around the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest again, continuing to search for the third soul ring for their granddaughter.

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