Douluo: Qian Renxue is reborn, I am her biological brother

Om-!
As the crowd erupted in cheers, emerald green light shone down.

A large number of plants appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Everyone felt as if their skulls had been pried open and ice blocks had been stuffed inside.

I got really into it.

They've all reached their peak condition; their backs no longer ache, and their legs no longer feel tired.

Give him a field, and he can plow three miles in one go!
A woman slowly fell.

"This is the Imperial Elder, the God Emperor's maid, the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor in human form. She is now a level 95 Silver Douluo. With her here, you don't need to worry about getting hurt. It's hard to die, and even severed limbs can regenerate."

Yan introduced loudly.

Upon hearing about Ah Yin's unusual background, everyone couldn't help but take a second look.

"If you're ready, let's begin."

Qian Yin'er said softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Xie Yue bowed respectfully, and his two moon blades drew dozens of large circles on the ground.

"Everyone, you can take your positions now."

"..."

After a while of noise.

Everyone stepped forward to draw a number.
Many who felt hopeless left this place.

Although there are few support classes, most of them have chosen to leave.

Oscar didn't leave.

Holding the giant sausage that had been restored, he might be able to help in some way.
Going back to rest now is not the best option.

It's better to do more good deeds and cultivate inner peace and tranquility.

Wuhun Academy.

Suddenly, all sorts of lights burst forth, making it even more exciting than the Soul Master Competition.

They are even more desperate and ruthless!
There was no stopping!

In just over two days,

They would have to fight against everyone except themselves.

Thousands of battles!

This is torture for anyone.
This selection process, conducted hastily in a short period of time, requires not only strength but also unwavering perseverance!

It wasn't nighttime yet, and the hundredth performance hadn't been held.

As more and more people lost and their mentality collapsed, more and more people chose to give up!

The night is dark and windy.

A stumbling figure rubbed its eyes, trying to escape.

Bang-!
"what!"

A sweet cry rang out.

Oscar looked at the woman in black who had bumped into him, her eyes red-rimmed.

Good-looking face.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a capable and assertive look.

Oscar didn't look at her for long, and quickly squatted down to ask, "Girl, are you alright? Even if you forfeit, you need to heal your injuries. It's not like you're running for your life."

"Escape?! Who, who's escaping!"

Upon hearing this, the woman in black immediately raised her head in alarm and shouted:

"They want me to abstain!"

"It also depends on whether the Soul-Shattering Spear in my hand, Yang Ruonan, agrees!"

Not bad.

This woman was none other than a member of the Broken Clan.

"Where is the girl going? She needs to heal her injuries first, right?"

Oscar asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Hmph! Mind your own business! Can't I just go change my sanitary pad?!"

"If it weren't for your delicate appearance..."

"I'll pull this out and smash your shameless face to pieces!"

"snort--!"

Yang Ruonan arrogantly snatched the recovery sausage from Oscar's hand.
He hurriedly ran towards Qian Yin'er's direction.

She's a woman determined to overcome the flaws in the Soul-Breaking Spear martial spirit, how could she possibly run away?
That's ridiculous!

Once she becomes a Title Douluo, she can remove the slave mark from her father's body.
Yang Ruonan munched on a sausage, her face flushed.

Oscar was left completely bewildered.
"This...this can also offset my sins? That's too crude of a statement."

Oscar patted his heart with a hint of relief.
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Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye.

The wedding day arrived. Just before sunrise, the fighting at Wuhun Academy finally subsided.

The three hundred slots have been confirmed.

Yang Ruonan looked like a defeated dog, her face and body covered in dust.

Squatting outside the circle of three hundred people
His eyes were bloodshot.

Self-pity.
"Ahem, um, ma'am, do you need any supplies?"

Oscar suddenly shifted to the side.
As he spoke, he glanced at the number 336 in Yang Ruonan's hand.

"Don't you have a very good chance?"

"Shh-!"

Yang Ruonan suddenly raised her head and stared at Oscar as if she wanted to kill him.

He was born with a black spirit ring.

Yang Ruonan, relying on her newly acquired cultivation level at the Soul Sect, has already reached this ranking.

That's already very good.

"Shut up!"

"Uh"

Oscar wore a smirk.

"Um, what's wrong?"

"My period has started."

Yang Ruonan said through gritted teeth.

"Why, why can someone with such a slutty face be a man, while I, who want to be a man, have to get my period?"

"what?!"

Oscar was taken aback and hurriedly retreated.

He was genuinely afraid of this woman.
He traded his aunt for his brother.

Despite the major setbacks he suffered, he's still a straight man!
"very good!"

"Everyone, return to your lodgings immediately and get ready to seize that great opportunity!"

Xie Yue looked at the crowd below and gave the order.

After healing them, Qian Yin'er covered her pale face.
It hurriedly went to find its owner to ask for food.

It's not just red, we need some white too, but not on a day like today.
Qianren would never let her get too drunk so easily.

Only red is available.

The eastern sun has risen.

The rising sun casts a warm, gentle light, illuminating the earth.

Representatives of various forces who had set up camp outside Wuhun City began to pour into the city in an orderly fashion, under the arrangement of the titled Douluo elders.

The sun is just right.

Before the Papal Palace, Imperial Guest Ministers, Respecters, and Imperial Elders.
Representatives of the seven major sects.

Many other sects and families, including the patriarch of a reclusive family who controls the Soul Arena,
Even Emperor Tian, ​​the master of the Dragon God Palace.

Lan Youzi, the master of the Whale Heaven Palace, and his daughter also came here.

boom--!
The side and main doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened.

Ning Fengzhi and Ye Qinshui, along with their in-laws, slowly walked out through the two side doors.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue
Then, the four great god-kings of destruction, life, etc., slowly walked out from the main gate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the wedding is about to begin."

Bibi Dong let out a soft murmur.

A soft and gentle voice echoed throughout the entire Wuhun City.

Roar--!
A terrifying dragon roar shook the universe.

A colossal silver dragon lay prostrate above Wuhun City, blotting out the sun and dimming its light; its weight alone was enough to crush space.

That was none other than the Dragon Goddess Gu Yuena.
The appearance of the giant dragon shook and caused an uproar throughout the entire Wuhun City.

Such a huge soul beast.

Unprecedented, naturally no one would miss it, and soon someone spotted the protagonist.

"Look! The God Emperor is there!"

"..."

Qian Renjue was dressed in a formal suit that glowed with fluorescence, exuding an air of majesty.

Standing atop Gu Yuena's head, looking down.

He smiled and said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the wedding will not be held in Wuhun City."

"Wow——!"

Qianrenjue finished speaking.

Ning Fengzhi and the others were also somewhat puzzled.

Even Liu Erlong, who had been staying in the Elders' Hall recently, was somewhat bewildered. (End of Chapter)