Start from the Royal Beast Garden

Chapter 175 Gun Soul

The phantoms of ninety-nine spears began to gradually surround Chen Xingran. They arranged their formations one after another and began to slowly circle around Chen Xingran...

The speed gradually increased, and the whistling sound began to surge...

Huhuhu~~~~~~

In the afterimage, ninety-nine spears seemed to merge into one.

Whoohoo! ! !

Zizizi 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dang Dang Dang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Crash sounds began to occur. The intertwining sounds began to subside.

After an unknown amount of time, the phantoms of the spears merged into one.

It was an all-black long gun, with a faint red light shining on the tip, and the gun body was as black as ink. It seemed ordinary, but it also gave people a sense of silent coercion.

"weng~~~~"

Chen Xingran's tightly closed eyes seemed to see the silhouette of the gun emerging in front of him. He slowly stretched out his palm and slowly attached it to the gun body.

The moment they made contact, Chen Xingran clenched his hands tightly, opened his eyes, stood up, raised the spear lightly with one hand, and gestured to the air for a while.

Gun Soul...

Chen Xingran felt something strange in his heart...

An extraordinary fifth-level gun soul.

Gun Soul.

Born because of people, destroyed because of people.

Every martial arts master must have an exquisite weapon in his hand, which must be both suitable and powerful.

The gun soul is the weapon that these people look forward to the most, but this special kind of "master beast" is hard to come by, hard to find, and hard to find!

The soul of the weapon: it is born because of people, and it is destroyed because of people.

Every weapon soul has a master who will never give up for life. ,

The same thing is the general soul...

Relatively speaking, the appearance of general souls is simpler than weapon souls.

"Anrao..." Chen Xingran called Anrao in his heart.

"Is the biggest role of the derivative pool is to allow people to obtain weapon souls?"

"Yes... and no. I don't know. It's more likely that general souls will appear in this place, but forget about gun souls. It's almost impossible for weapon souls to appear." Anrao responded.

"Of course, if the weapon soul you are talking about is the thing in your hand."

"Can I go out now?" Chen Xingran said anxiously...

"It seems like we need to wait a while. You haven't been eliminated yet."

"Anrao, can you be considered a general?" Chen Xingran suddenly asked.

Anrao was silent for a while...

"can."

"Let's come out and play later."

"Then your gun soul..."

"Hide it, you have to leave some trump cards for yourself in order to feel confident."

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Outside, everyone was immersed in the appearance of the scimitar silhouette just now.

Those who knew fell into silence, and those who didn’t know also fell into silence after asking.

"Ahem...I...forget it, I won't commentate on the game now. I'll talk about it later. Now is not the time."

"Let's just watch the exciting game,"

Han Dakang's live broadcast room.

"Holy shit!!!!!!!!!"

"Weapon Soul!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Han Dakang has already smoked his throat...

This was the first time there was no barrage in the live broadcast room, and everyone was frightened by Han Dakang's terrifying state...

Then the live broadcast room began to curse.

"Your uncle, scare me."

"What are you yelling about? Why are you yelling?"

"Fuck...isn't it just a weapon soul?"

"I'll go, upstairs, do you know what a weapon soul is? You must not know. Trust me, you will roar if you know."

"Anchor, calm down. You are already a mature anchor who has been live broadcasting for thirteen days. You can't be as shocked as me."

“I just hit my brother with a wine bottle and he said it really hurt!!”

"Old Feng!!!" Han Dakang didn't even bother with the live broadcast room and rushed directly to Old Feng's office.

bang! !

"Old Feng!! Listen to me."

Class Teacher Feng squinted his eyes and looked at Han Dakang who rushed in from outside with a confused expression. It was three o'clock in the morning, and Class Teacher Feng also needed to rest...

Seeing that the other party was a little angry, Han Dakang said hurriedly.

"Old Feng, don't be angry first, look at this..."

I hurriedly took out the video I just saved...

When Lao Feng saw the Scimitar Soul... he was stunned for a while... but he was not as shocked as he imagined.

"It's normal. It's not a big deal. Things like weapon souls will only be powerful in the later stages. They don't pose much of a threat now."

"Shouldn't we care about the weapon soul itself? We should also pay attention to the competition."

"Nonsense, if you don't pay attention to the game, what should you pay attention to? If you pay attention to the Horcrux, will the soul be yours?"

Old Feng said nonchalantly, and then he was about to get up, but now he was kicked up by this kid and went to see what was going on in the game.

In fact, Lao Feng had long expected that what Jiang Lan from Girls' Middle School would get in the derivative pool was the weapon soul, general soul and other opportunities... This kind of thing is hard to come by, and there is a special place of opportunity in Donghuang for general soul. , but the weapon soul depends entirely on one's own talent, opportunity, and will.

Things like weapon souls really depend on fate.

Weapon souls, which are at least overlord-quality ‘special beast-controllers’, will not even occupy the vacant position of beast-controllers, and do not require too many resources. They only need to fight and practice...

"A place like this can condense the soul of a weapon... This little girl Jiang Lan is a bit extraordinary."

..........

At the edge of the derivative pool, Chen Xingran quickly appeared.

There was a biting chill on his body, and a dark purple light curtain enveloped him.

There was a petite and slender transparent shadow behind him doing the same movements as Chen Xingran.

The moment Chen Xingran came out, he looked at Jiang Xingyi. Under the night, he found that there was blood on the corner of the Jiang Xingyi's mouth, his body was slightly curled up, there was a bit of pain on his face, and there was a little grievance in the eyes looking at Chen Xingran.

call!

Chen Xingran's dark ability allowed him to see everything clearly at night. He took a deep breath and flew to Jiang Xingyi's side at a speed that was incomprehensible to everyone.

Jiang Xingyi lay casually on Nuanyang's body, seemingly no longer worried about what would happen next.

"I'm so tired, you have to make it up to me."

Jiang Xingyi stared at Chen Xingran beside her with a smile.

"Haowu~~~~~~~~~"

"Haowu~~~~~~~~~~"

Nuanyang Yuyue's voice sounded at the right time.

"Ouch~~~~~~~~~"

Xingchen escaped from the Nine-Life Cat Demon and limped back to Chen Xingran.

Chen Xingran touched the furry head that was close to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, but you can let me perform next."

"Ow~~~"

Xingchen screamed to indicate that he could fight again, which was true at all.

Chen Xingran looked at the injuries on Xingchen's body, and the dark energy was surging...