[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

The nap time passed quickly. After taking a nap, everyone's spirits recovered very well. They got up individually, packed up, and walked out of the dormitory in clean clothes.

The temperature outside has turned mild, and the autumn tiger has restrained its claws, reducing the dryness and letting in a few cool breezes, making people feel much more comfortable.

As soon as they went out, the bells rang, and the dull sound of the bells and drums was so loud and powerful that it made people's ears deafen. Dai Mubai took the lead, and several people followed him towards the playground.

The village where the college is located is not big, so the distance from the dormitory to the playground is not too far. A few people cheered up a little, picked up their speed, and arrived there in a short while.

The person who had been standing there waiting for them was not Flanders or Zhao Wuji, but a somewhat unfamiliar man. His figure was not tall, and he was thinner than the dean and Teacher Zhao. He was well-dressed. The burlap sweater and rough leather boots of 2000 are ordinary and can no longer be ordinary.

Dai Mubai stopped, paced half slowly, and asked tentatively: "Excuse me... who are you?"

The man turned around, saw the group of them, and said with a gentle expression: "I'm new here."

"Teacher!" Tang San poked his head out from behind Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, squeezed to the front, looked at the acquaintance in front of him, his brows and eyes could not hide his excitement: "Teacher, are you here?"

"Mistress." The master looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and a smile appeared on his lips: "He is taller and stronger."

They had been separated for more than two months, and when he left Notting City, Tang San thought he wouldn't be able to see the master for a few years. Originally, he thought he would wait until the holidays before he could go back to visit, but now it's better, the teacher has also come to the academy, and they will meet again in the future. In one place.

Although he was happy, this was not a good time to talk. The master patted Tang San on the shoulder and said nothing more. After a brief acquaintance with the others, the eight people quickly stood together. Platoon, waiting for the master's speech.

"My name is Yu Xiaogang. You can just call me master on weekdays." He put his hands behind his hands and paused for a moment on each person's face, then continued: "I will teach today. I hope you will Cooperate well.”

Before starting this class, the master had already learned about the promotion of the little monsters from Flanders. This time, he did not prepare any theoretical knowledge, but came on stage empty-handed. After announcing the start of the class, he directly selected a few people.

"Those whose names are called stand out."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eight people couldn't help but tense up their expressions. Tang San straightened his back and looked solemn. Although he was standing honestly, the bucket hanging in his heart was swinging back and forth with the master's footsteps.

The first lesson of a new teacher, to be honest, everyone is looking forward to what he will do.

The master saw their reactions in his eyes and nodded secretly. Although they were all still teenagers, they did a good job of not turning pale when they were shocked and not speaking out of fear.

In Flanders' previous narration, he focused on Tang San's absorption of the third spirit ring. After thinking about this, the master turned his eyes and first focused on his disciple.

"Tang San."

The latter did not hesitate and stepped out in step with the words.

After choosing one, the master turned around, walked from the center to the left, and stood diagonally in front of Atin.

The two of them were somewhat familiar with each other, so the meaning was self-evident. Atin fluttered his eyelashes, understanding what he meant, pursed his lips, and took a step forward.

"Dai Mubai."

The master had prepared this name a long time ago, because when he came yesterday, the first admission information he saw was that of Dai Mubai.

And depending on what Flanders meant, this kid needs to be focused on.

Now three have been chosen, and there are five left.

The master stood there and did not make a choice immediately. Instead, he thought about it for a while, and finally chose Xiao Wu among the five.

This routine had no beginning and no end. The other four people looked at them without knowing why. The master was not in a hurry to explain. He walked straight to the open space on the left and led the four who were not selected to stand aside and watch. The four people selected at the other end were divided into two groups in a two-on-two format.

The first group is Tang San versus Ating.

The second group is Xiao Wu versus Dai Mubai.

By simulating the battle method in the Soto Grand Soul Arena, it is used as a small competition arena.

"Who attacks and who defends is up to you." The master stood facing the wind, and his gray clothes were slightly messed up by the wind. He glanced at the "battle situation" lightly, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "No special weapons are allowed until the point is reached."

The second half of this sentence meant something. Tang San nodded, naturally understanding that the teacher was talking about him.

His palms were slightly sweaty. He glanced at Atin, who was silent, and then found a place to stand.

In the first game, they faced...

A Ting looked a little helpless and stood opposite him. There was a distance of about ten meters between the two of them, like a strait that suddenly crossed into their little world.

As soon as the confrontation between the two was completed, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. There was silence all around. In the quiet silence, it seemed that the only things that could be heard were the rustling of fallen leaves and the rustling of the wind.

The breeze was soft and gentle, passing between each other, and the clothes were pressed against the skin by the blow. Qin's body and limbs suddenly felt cold, as if a cold wind had swept in, and she was full of arms in an instant.

There was a moment of silence, outside the clearing, in front of the trees, where several little monsters had not noticed, Flender and Zao Wuji were looking eagerly at the activities on the playground through the cover of the willows.

The bell was struck by Flanders with his soul power. He and Zhao Wuji had been waiting here before the eight people arrived. Naturally, he had greeted the master before doing so.

"I said, you are a dignified dean, but you are not looking at me openly. Why are you so sneaky?"

Zhao Wuji couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, and he stood there for a long time. His legs were numb from standing, but he still couldn't tell what was going on.

"What do you know?" Flanders didn't even look at him, but still looked at it seriously: "We can't go to Xiaogang's first class, we can just sit here and listen."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Wuji shook his head. Knowing the deep friendship between him and this old friend, he stopped talking. He hugged his arms and leaned against the tree behind him, looking over.

The competition on the field began, but Ating and Tang San both stood in their original positions. No one made a move first. The wind stopped suddenly, and the fallen leaves without support fell down in twos and threes, with the positive and negative sides of the leaves alternating. , falling from the mid-air to the point parallel to the two of them, everything slowed down and slowly changed in the eyes of the two pairs of eyes.

The leaves fell silently, just like their breathing at this moment, like downy hair covering the ground, silent.

Turning over for the last time, the leaves just stopped in the straight line of sight. The green and red veins were old and mottled, but the fragile greenery was still flowing on the thin stem lines. They were separated from the branches and entered the wind, motionless and still. , as Ating and Tang San waited breathlessly, the half-red and half-green front and belly suddenly came into view.

The sun was shining slanting down, and the hazy golden light temporarily isolated everyone's sight. In the complete silence, breathing was slow.

Huchi————

Almost before anyone could react, seven thin and tough grass vines broke out of the ground instantly, flexibly twisting and circling, and swam towards the opposite side as fast as a long snake.

A Ting raised her eyes to stare at it, without moving her body, but in a blink of an eye, the grass vines were approaching her eyes, with three vines at the top and four at the bottom, only two fists away from her body.

This is probably his first soul skill, "Entangle".

Her thoughts were rising and falling, and she quickly retreated. When the grass vines wandering on the ground approached her, she raised her neck and folded her waist. The broken hair on her cheeks was brushed by the grass vines and stirred up by the wind. Yang.

A Ting stagnated and turned her head to look at the three grass vines that had come back from behind. She couldn't help but frown. Before she could react, the other four grass vines that were lingering on the ground were tied into a knot. It was like a rope, about to tie her ankles.

In the flash of lightning, she bit her silver teeth, and the scales floating out from under her eyelids were like strands of jade. Five steps away from her body, dots of blue light began to gather in the air.

Tang San looked at these changes and screamed inwardly. He clasped his fingers and curled his palms, and a few rays of dark purple light came out from the gaps between his knuckles. As this purple light grew stronger, the grass and vines became closer and closer. Rising from the ground, the thick vines are caged in one place, gathering from the four corners of Atin towards the center, like a purple lotus slowly gathering its stamens, its fragrance dissipates, and the door is closed.

Covered layer by layer, it is as strong as a spider web. Without great explosive power, few people can escape from it.

Considering Atin's safety, Tang San did not use all his strength. After hesitating for a moment, he stopped using the blue silver grass to restrain him.

The final result has not come out, and the winner has not yet been decided. At this time, there are still a few strands of blue light in the air, rushing into the restraining circle of the blue silver grass. Tang San looked at these water-like streams of light suspiciously, and raised his eyebrows. Gradually he frowned.

Is Ating still using his soul skills?

Not too possible…

He subconsciously rejected this idea. If Atin was still using soul skills... then why hasn't she come out yet?

Tang San frowned, his heart tightening, as if he was suddenly stabbed by something, and he could feel the chill from his chest. He raised his eyes as if feeling something, and looked far ahead.

I saw that the water was undiminished, with ripples appearing like waves, gathering in one corner from all directions, like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and like a tidal wave in the sea, which was both unstoppable and continuous.

The blue light did not stop, and the grass covering it froze from the inside out, freezing the entire restraint circle into an ice ball. Then, only a loud bang was heard from inside, and then the entire restraint circle immediately shattered into pieces, front and back. The four vertebra-like blue lights on the left and right disappeared into smoke as soon as they saw the sun, disappearing without a trace.

Ating slowly walked out from the mess on the ground. The autumn sun came down, and her whole body was illuminated with golden light, which dissipated a lot of the chill. When she met Tang San's gaze, Ating narrowed her eyes and her eyes changed. Shen, the light of one or two soul rings suddenly appeared under his feet.

Careless...

There was a buzz in Tang San's head, and his eyes suddenly turned white. His thoughts were wandering, and in a daze, he seemed to see himself arriving at the beach. All he could see were white waves, silver mountains, blue waves, and the end of the colorful beach. , someone was strolling in the courtyard, with a graceful shadow. He was stunned and did not come back to his senses. In the entanglement of his mind, he let himself go. He just stared blankly at the figure of the person, watching her parting the clouds and walking towards her, standing there. From a distance, he opened his eyebrows and smiled indifferently at himself.

It seemed like a dream but not a dream, and he didn't know whether it was true or false. In that person's eyes, he actually saw the same emotion and joy as his own.

Maybe it's a lie, thinking like this, Tang San groaned and struggled out of the dream that made his heart sway. There was still a thumping sound in his chest, reminding him over and over again of what he had just seen, Tang San He raised his eyelashes and suppressed his thoughts before her footsteps stopped.

"I lost."

His hands and feet were frozen, and he had already lost from the moment he fell into the "bewilderment".

Atin looked at him with some confusion, his eyes hard to explain: "With your determination, you should have been able to earn it long ago."

Tang San didn't answer, just pursed his lips, his eyes slightly avoiding her gaze, and he couldn't say anything to her doubts.

"What...what did you see?"

The sharpest blow fell on his head, and he couldn't avoid it. His eyebrows were lowered in embarrassment, and his heart suddenly trembled.