Douluo's rebirth An Lan

An Lan stepped forward, patted Davis on the shoulder, and asked "kindly": "I broke your leg last time, didn't it leave any sequelae? It would be a pity if it affected the game. ah!"

Davis's eyes twitched, and he forced a smile and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, I have nothing to do. If nothing happens, I will leave first."

"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. It's been a long time since I last saw your useless brother. I miss him quite a bit. I wonder if he still remembers me."

An Lan put it in his pocket and smiled.

"My brother is extremely stupid and disrespectful to His Highness. I will naturally teach him a lesson when I get back."

Davis gritted his teeth.Now he wants to peel off Dai Mubai's skin, and he dares to detain a saint as a slave. It can't be described as crazy!

"Okay, this is all your housework, and I won't interfere as an outsider. Since His Highness the Crown Prince has something to do, I won't bother you."

An Lan smiled meaningfully, patted Davis on the shoulder again, turned and left.After An Lan walked away, Davis breathed a long sigh of relief and found that his back was completely wet.

"Damn..."

Davis clenched his fists, annoyed that he was so afraid of such a boy who was several years younger than him.

"It's good that An Lan has enemies with Mu Bai, Zhu Qing and the others. It's best to use his hands to kill them, which will save us a lot of work."

Zhu Zhuyun licked his lips and said harshly.In fact, she naturally hated An Lan more than Dai Mubai, but it was useless to say it out loud.

Davis nodded solemnly and continued to walk forward gloomily. The good mood of the day suddenly disappeared.

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A few days later, the continent-wide young soul master competition officially opened as scheduled.

The competition is divided into three stages: qualifying, promotion and finals.The qualifiers will be conducted in a team battle format, with a single round-robin format. The team with the highest winning points in each preliminary division will advance to the promotion round.The promotion match is a test of personal strength, with each team member facing off one by one until all members of one team are defeated and off the field.

It's not yet dawn, but the large fighting arena in Wuhun City is already full of spectators.Young men and women watched with great anticipation as teams of soul masters filed into the arena. There were many young girls with red cheeks, and there were also energetic boys and girls who stood up excitedly, cheering and cheering for the supporting teams.

An Lan just walked into the arena with his hands behind his back, followed by two maids, and walked into his preparation area step by step.

"Hey, who is that?"

"It's really strange. Why are there only three of us?"

"You're not even wearing a special team uniform... Are you a tourist? How come you walked into the preparation area of ​​the game players?"

An Lan's "team" is definitely the strangest. There is no leader, no team uniform, no signboard, no...even the only team member is An Lan.In the history of the Mainland Soul Master Competition, this is definitely the first time.

The pupils of those who recognized An Lan shrank, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

"This guy... won't really come to the competition alone, right? He doesn't play like this!"

"An Lan, it's really you!"

A cute girl in red and white clothes ran into An Lan's preparation area with a look of surprise on her face.

The girl is Murong Qingxue. Naturally, she is not here to compete, but as a reserve team member to experience the atmosphere of the competition.

An Lan nodded and said with a smile: "Qingxue, long time no see."

"Oh, it's only a few months, it doesn't last long..."

The girl pouted and said.

"An Lan, why did you come to the game without wearing a team uniform? Where are your teammates? Where are the teachers?"

Murong Qingxue blinked her big watery eyes, looked around, and asked curiously.In fact, she has always been curious about what kind of person An Lan's teacher is. How does he compare to her father and Uncle Tuoba?

"I disappoint you, I don't have these things!"

An Lan stood up, smiled and touched the girl's little head. The girl opened her hand with an unhappy look, and a look of helplessness flashed across her face.

"Liar! With such great ability, how could you not have a teacher?"

Murong Qingxue put her hands on her hips and looked at An Lan.

An Lan smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, of course there is, but how could he come to a place like this?"

An Lan sighed in his heart. His teacher, Ancient Master Saha, left the Boundary Sea and refused to return. He also went deep into the Boundary Sea several times to search for it, but with no results.He also didn't know if his teacher had already perished in the storm of the Boundary Sea?After all, it is a dangerous place where a wave creates a world and a wave creates an era!

Seeing a look of nostalgia flash across An Lan's face, Murong Qingxue knew it and didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, let's go watch the game."

An Lan walked out of the room and looked at the competition stage in front of him.

In the entire soul fighting arena, there are a total of eight soul fighting platforms, each with a height of 15 meters and a radius of 45 meters. They are made of a special hard stone, which is enough for young soul masters from all sides to perform freely.

The preliminaries started first. Most of them didn't have much gold content. They were low-level soul masters with two or three rings, or even one or two rings, pecking at each other.An Lan just glanced at it and found it extremely boring, so he returned to the room and closed his eyes to rest.

When it was the turn of the Holy Dragon Sect team, Murong Qingxue volunteered and went up to play a round happily.The opponent was just a small sect with no reputation. The strongest leader was only over level 20. His martial soul and soul rings were very ordinary. He was no match for Murong Qingxue. He was quickly beaten to the point of surrendering.

This is the gap between the top sects and the small forces. Those small sects and small sects are basically just here to make up the numbers. In a real fight, even the substitutes of the big sects are no match.

"In the next round, Team An Lan will play against Team Pei Li Soul Master Academy. Players from both sides are invited to come on stage!"

At this moment, a loud voice sounded from a soul fighting platform. An Lan opened his eyes again and slowly stood up from his seat.

"Hopefully it will give me a little bit of movement..."

An Lan grinned, showing his white teeth, walked out of the room, and walked onto the Soul Fighting Stage alone.

The players in yellow uniforms on the opposite side were all stunned. Why was there only one person on the opposite side?

The referee was also aware of the situation. He was just stunned for a moment before announcing: "The game... begins!"

"Hey, why are you the only one in your team? Where are the others?"

A tall young man asked with a frown, obviously not wanting to bully the smaller ones.

"Sorry, I don't need a team."

An Lan clenched his fists and smiled.

Before the opponent could react, An Lan appeared in front of the young man, grabbed his shoulders, and threw him off the stage.

"hateful!"

A woman with orange eyes was furious and stamped her feet. Two soul rings rose from her feet, tufts of hair emerged from under her wheat-colored skin, and sharp claws popped out from her fingertips with a cold light flashing.

"Whoosh!"

The woman dodged, her second soul ring lit up, and her sharp claws wrapped around the wind suddenly grabbed An Lan's neck.

"Ok?"

The sharp claws swiped across An Lan's neck, but missed. An Lan's figure gradually dissipated in front of her eyes, and turned out to be just an afterimage that remained in place.

When the woman came back to her senses, An Lan had already thrown the other five team members off the ring with one move after another.

"you......"

The woman's voice trembled slightly, and only now did she understand how big the gap between the two sides was.This is not a competition at all, but a one-sided crushing!

"Go down."

An Lan turned around, and with just a thought, the vitality between heaven and earth shook violently, knocking the woman off the stage.

"Ok?"

At the top of the auditorium, several elderly people suddenly opened their eyes, and a flash of shock flashed in their eyes.Was that just... manipulating vitality?Isn't this a method only titled Douluo has?Why did he appear in this little young soul master competition?

At this moment, all the eyes in the audience turned to An Lan, and there was silence.

After a long time, when An Lan stepped off the Soul Fighting Platform, someone was surprised and asked: "That person...who is he?"

"Too powerful! One person swept through a team, there are such powerful geniuses in this world!"

Even seven soul masters with one or two rings, with specialized cooperation, can definitely fight against soul masters with four or five rings. And to be able to kill all seven of them so neatly, what kind of strength does An Lan have?Six rings?Even seven rings?

The next few games shocked the attention of everyone present.An Lan played all the matches alone and swept them all without any suspense.

Especially, in a game, An Lan faced off against the "Iron Dragon Sect" team, which was a middle-to-upper-class sect with more than one Soul Saint-level master sitting in the sect, but he was still pushed by An Lan with one hand. The senior brothers with the fourth ring strength were all knocked off the ring by An Lan.

Horror all over the place!

"As expected of...the only saint in our continent for thousands of years!"

An elder from Wuhun Palace touched his palm and sighed.

In addition to An Lan, there are several teams that easily swept all their opponents, passed through the qualifiers and promotion rounds, and easily entered the finals.

They are the Royal Dou Team, Star Luo Royal Team, Blazing Fire Academy, Divine Wind Academy, Thunder Academy, Elephant Armor Team, and Tianshui Team.

The Imperial Team and Star Luo Team are actually just two teams. The two empires have sent out two teams, one main and one team. The main team does not even need to go through the qualifying and promotion rounds, but is the same as the Wuhundian team. , directly sent to the finals.

Wang Zhiqiu was still a little unhappy about this.

"Master, then what kind of seeded team is far worse than you, why are they walking to the finals? If you want to walk, you should also walk the master!"

An Lan smiled, naturally it was impossible for him to care about such a trivial matter.

Those Elemental Academy teams are a bit interesting. They specialize in one element and are not limited to a certain martial spirit. In An Lan's opinion, they do have more potential than many soul master sects.

After all, martial arts are the core of all cultivation on this continent. Even the three great sects are only built around a specific martial spirit. All core techniques are aimed at one kind of martial spirit. Practice.

But this also limits their upper limit. Even if they are as powerful as Haotian Sect, they cannot compete with universal forces like Wuhun Palace.

After passing the preliminaries, the subsequent games were moved to the spacious square in front of the Pope's Palace.The ground here has been specially reinforced, and even a titled Douluo cannot easily destroy it.

In the first game of the finals, it was An Lan's turn, and his opponent was...

"In the first game of the finals, Team Anlan will face off against Team Star Dou Royal Soul Master Academy!"

Hearing the referee's announcement, Davis's face instantly turned pale, and Zhu Zhuyun's legs became weak.

"Can I...not go?"