Chapter 29

"Let's go, let's go. Who said he was going to kill you? By the way, practice hard and compete again when you have time."

Holding the badly injured snake woman Chao Tianxiang, long Gong left without saying a word with Meng. His face was ashamed. He was too bullied. He has never seen FengHao Douluo bully people so much in his life.

However, his strength was not good, and the long Gong could only swallow it and leave secretly.

On the other side, Chen Xiaoming looked at the departed dragon and snake, still quite touched.

The power of this martial soul fusion technique is still good. No wonder it is known that it can fight with the title Douluo. It should have the strength of level 91 and level 2 Title Douluo.

But if you really fight, you must win the title Douluo. After all, the gap of soul power can't be made up. The consumption of soul power alone can't fight the title Douluo.

"Well, I just don't know which is better than the martial soul fusion technology of the golden iron triangle. Why don't you find a chance to try?"

Chen Xiaoming's eyes are full of emotion. He doesn't know how shocked Tang San and others behind him are at the moment.

Especially Tang San, who is a man of two generations, can't bear it at the moment. The soul master theory taught by the teacher has been trampled on by Chen Xiaoming.

He hasn't calmed down for the previous seven hundred thousand year soul rings. Now in a few days, the other party has turned into a title Douluo.

In this few days, has the soul power improved so fast? I'm afraid it's not open, is it?

"Gulu, Gulu, boss Dai, am I right? Is Mr. Chen a title Douluo?"

Fat Ma Hongjun looked frightened and swallowed his saliva. He asked Dai mubai hard.

He wondered whether he was blind or dreaming and didn't wake up.

"Ah... Shit, Oscar, why are you pinching me?"

The sound of killing pigs sounded. The fat man touched his fat arm in pain and looked angrily at Oscar next to him.

"Does it hurt, fat man?"

Oscar asked in a daze.

"Nonsense, Xiao Ao, if it doesn't hurt, give me a meal."

"Oh, well, that's not a dream."

Suddenly, Oscar's eyes were shining and his face showed a cheap smile. Chen Xiaoming was a title Douluo, but doesn't it mean that Shrek college will rise.

Later, they go out to make trouble. They don't have to be afraid anymore. They can walk sideways.

Several girls, Ning Rongrong was surprised at the moment and didn't know what to say, but then seemed to think of the letter he sent back. Her expression didn't change. She looked at Chen Xiaoming and thought that she should still have not arrived, otherwise she couldn't know.

"Well, people are gone, Oscar. Get the soul ring."

Clapped his hands, had a fight and warmed up. Chen Xiaoming moved his muscles and bones, turned his head and looked at Tang San and others. Seeing that they were stunned in place, he couldn't help whispering orders.

Oscar wakes up like a dreamer, returns to his senses, picks up the knife in his hand, goes to the Phoenix tailed chicken crested snake in the green wood defense, and falls with the knife in his hand.

A purple halo flew out of the Phoenix Tail cockscomb snake, emitting a faint fluctuation of soul power. Oscar sat down directly next to the wind tail cockscomb snake.

He raised his hand and summoned his Wuhun sausage. Under the light pink light, he pulled the Soul Ring of the wind tailed cockscomb into the body and began to absorb his third soul ring.

Oscar absorbs the soul ring, and everyone waits aside. Chen Xiaoming sits aside at will, relaxing leisurely and feeling a touch of loneliness.

Tang San, Dai mubai and others sit around Oscar, rest and adjust quietly. There is a title Douluo here, and they don't need to protect the law for Oscar.

Tang San's eyes kept sweeping over Chen Xiaoming, and the color of doubt in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Chen Xiaoming, who had just looked at the sky and was a little tired of looking at the clouds, looked back and noticed Tang San's eyes.

"Xiao San, what, is there any doubt you want to ask?"

Everyone knows that Chen Xiaoming has a problem with his cultivation speed and his soul ring ratio, but so what? His strength is here. If you want to find out his secret, it depends on whether there is that life to live.

Chen Xiaoming is not invincible, but among mortals, no one can threaten him.

"Mr. Chen, why do you have soul power and soul ring?"

Tang San hesitated. If he didn't solve his doubts, it was a knot after all. Moreover, in Tang San's opinion, Chen Xiaoming was not a vicious man.

"You want to ask why my soul ring is 100000 years old?"

Knowing that Tang San would ask, Chen Xiaoming smiled carelessly.

"Remember what I wanted to say to you when I was in the hotel? Let me tell you now?"

"As you all know, a soul master can obtain different levels of soul rings according to different soul power. The first Soul Ring of the soul master has a service life of more than 400 years, the second soul ring has a service life of more than 700 years, and the third soul ring is..... Up to the ninth soul ring, it can withstand 100000 years of soul rings."

Tang San nodded. These were similar to the information studied by the master. He couldn't help looking at Chen Xiaoming.

The latter not only seems to have superior strength, but also has a certain understanding of the soul master's theory.

"But this is only the Soul Ring ratio under normal circumstances. In some special cases, it is not in this category."

Speaking of this, Chen Xiaoming paused and looked at the curious eyes of Dai mubai and others. Chen Xiaoming didn't sell off. He looked at Tang San more and then explained faintly.

"For example, if a soul master of twin martial spirits has been practicing with the first martial soul, and then successfully broke through to the level of Title Douluo, and then he came to attach a ring to the second martial soul, do you think he would choose a centennial soul ring or a 100000 year Soul Ring?"

However, he was interested in the people in front of him, especially Tang San. Now he should not know the ultimate goal of their cultivation of BLUESILVER grass.

After listening to Chen Xiaoming's words, Tang San's eyes were like thoughts. His essence flashed away, and then he was hidden. He secretly said that it was so.

"Teacher, are you a twin martial spirit?"

Ma Hongjun on one side also reacted and asked.

Chen Xiaoming shook his head. He is not a twin martial spirit. He is more powerful than twin martial spirits. He has a loud and elegant name in the world of heaven.

Hang up!

"Your pattern is too small after all. What I just said is only a possibility. There are many situations that can reach my current situation."

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaoming continued to say, looking like Chunchun students and listening to Dai mubai and others who teach their own lessons (BI), Chen Xiaoming had a glorious mission like a saint in his heart.

"Sure enough, there must be an audience these days."