Douluo's Blue Silver Spear God

"Ah! So few? But Boss Dai, your level shouldn't be like this!" Tang San asked doubtfully.

After all, Dai Mubai is also a soul master above level 30. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have only such a score!

Dai Mubai smiled: "Hongjun, please tell me your points."

Ma Hongjun chuckled: "I now have eighteen wins, twelve losses, and six points."

"Taller than Boss Dai? What's going on?" Tang San had never been to the spirit fighting arena, so he didn't know much about it.

"The matching mechanism of the soul fighting arena is divided according to soul rings. Ma Hongjun is originally a top-level martial soul, so facing a second-level soul master, he will definitely win more times than me. As for Oscar, he has points as an auxiliary soul master. But it’s thirteen points. Alas, it’s mostly just tears.”

Only then did Tang San understand that the opponents Dai Mubai matched might be stronger than him. You must know that the third spirit ring is the first qualitative change of a spirit master.

The second is the fifth soul ring, the third is the seventh soul ring, and the fourth is the titled Douluo.

From a thousand-year soul ring to a ten-thousand-year soul ring, to a martial soul avatar, to a titled Douluo, the qualitative changes of a soul master are basically these types, until the future soul master changes this theorem.

In the era of soul guides, people no longer valued soul rings but soul power. With powerful soul power, one could use soul guides to leapfrog and kill high-level soul masters.

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"My name is Li Hope, I have a black gold scimitar martial spirit, and I am a level 49 attack spirit master."

Hearing the opponent's report of soul power, Tang Yin's face darkened. The opponent in front of him was infinitely close to the Soul King. If he didn't use his trump card, this match would be difficult.

"White-clothed Hongchen, martial soul blue silver grass, twenty-third level control system battle soul master."

Everyone looked at this masked child and could never imagine why he would match Li Hope.

However, only Li hopes to know how terrifying his opponent is.

Four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, lit up. It was a standard soul ring configuration. Tang Yin's two yellow soul rings rose up, and the blue silver grass with silver patterns was rolled up on his arm.

Li Xiang tiptoed to the ground, his body was very fast, comparable to the agility and attack type soul master, and the black gold scimitar in his hand also attacked.

Facing the light of the sword, Tang Yin was not afraid and punched Li Hope in the stomach. He directly dodged Li Hope's scimitar on one side of his body. When the punch hit, Li Hope spat out a mouthful of acid water and flew backwards.

Tang Yin did not miss the opportunity and rushed towards Li Hope. The silver patterned blue silver grass emitted bursts of silver light, and an ice sword appeared in Tang Yin's hand.

He has been able to control the ice element and even touched a trace of the space element.

Just when Li Xiang was about to fall off the ring, the black gold scimitar was stabbed into the ground by him, creating a five-meter-long crack in the ring.

"The first soul skill, scimitar strike!" Li Xiang's soul ring rose, and countless black and golden lights gathered, as if he was accumulating power.

"Bing Ji Sword." The sword in Tang Yin's hand slashed towards the scimitar.

"die"

Li hoped to feel the pressure of the other party instantly. This indescribable sense of oppression came from the suppression of the soul.

The Ice Extreme Sword directly cut off the black gold scimitar, shattering the martial soul. Li Hope was severely injured. It would be impossible to recover within two weeks.

The Bingji Sword disappeared, and Tang Yin looked at the referee: "We can declare victory." After that, Tang Yin turned and left.

He won this game much harder than the previous games because he used the Ice Sword, an ice sword created with the Ultimate Ice.

With his current strength, it was still a bit difficult. Just now he couldn't even use his soul skills, but his soul power was exhausted.

However, this useless situation will be solved after the third ring road.

Back in the waiting hall, Tang Yin only saw Ma Hongjun. Tang Yin took off his mask and said, "Hongjun, why don't you go to the soul fighting competition?"

Ma Hongjun: "You don't have to participate, as long as you reach Silver Fighting Soul before graduation. My soul power level is too low now, and I will definitely lose if I participate, so I plan to wait until I reach level 29 to come."

Tang Yin hummed, indeed, if the Soul Fighting Tournament was really that easy to win, Dai Mubai wouldn't have just a few points.

"You watch first! I just ran out of soul power. I'll recover first." Tang Yin walked to the sofa and began to recover.

Ma Hongjun was not idle either, watching the battle between Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing in the competition venue.

Not long after, Oscar and Dai Mubai came out. Oscar was in a good mood, he must have won, and Dai Mubai was as usual.

"Oscar, help me recover my soul power. I was having a hard time fighting just now." Tang Yin said with a smile.

"Okay junior!" Oscar made ten recovery sausages, and Tang Yin took one bite, and the soul power in his body continued to grow.

"Almost." Tang Yin stood up and looked at Zhu Zhuqing who was constantly chasing Tang San in the competition field.

Tang San's eyes flashed with a hint of purple, his hands were as white as jade, like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, and the blue silver grass seemed to have life in his hands.

Tang San's use of Bluesilver Grass was still better than that of Tang Yin. In recent years, Tang Yin had only developed more deeply in the elements. His research on martial arts was worse than Tang San's.

The bluesilver grass rose from the ground, forming a network, spiraling upwards. Zhu Zhuqing jumped on the bluesilver grass, constantly looking for opportunities, but Tang San would not let Zhu Zhuqing have this opportunity.

The Blue Silver Grass was moving, and Zhu Zhuqing was also moving. The Blue Silver Grass enveloped the entire Soul Fighting Field in almost a few seconds, and continued to shrink.

"By compressing the size of the space, are you trying to limit Zhu Zhuqing's attack? As expected of Tang San." There was also a hint of purple in Tang Yin's eyes. So I see it more carefully than others.

"The first soul skill, entanglement. Zhu Qing, surrender, you are no match for me." Blue silver grass emerged from Zhu Zhuqing's feet and entangled him.

The muscles on Tang Yin's face above him twitched, and he thought of something bad: "Binding? Adjustment... um uh uh, what is Tang Yin thinking? You are Tang Yin, not Tang Yin."

For some reason, a blush appeared on Tang Yin's face, but everyone was paying attention to the game on the field, and no one saw this scene of Tang Yin.

If you see it, Ma Hongjun will be the first to run out. With this cute and astringent expression, he is 100% evil!

Of course, Tang Yin can't be blamed for this. After all, he is just a novice and has never even touched a girl's hand. Thinking of this kind of thing, he unconsciously became shy.

Zhu Zhuqing was tied up with blue silver grass and could not move. Zhu Zhuqing had no choice but to say: "I surrender."

The referee immediately declared Tang San the winner, and then released Zhu Zhuqing, while Tang Yin found a reason to return to Shrek temporarily.

When he came to the creek, Tang Yin washed his face and looked at his beautiful appearance in the lake. It was strange that he... fell in love.

His long silver hair was blown in the air by the wind. Returning to the tree house, Tang Yin did not continue practicing because his mind was confused. He didn't know why either.