Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 663: Qingque's First Battle

Seeing Huo Yuhao and his group embark on their journey, Nan Fusheng immediately stopped his "human puzzle project". He just waved his hand calmly, and those carefully crafted puppets were instantly taken back into the space, his movements were smooth and flowing.

“Qingque, it’s time to wake up. Huo Yuhao and his men are already heading deep into the mixed zone. We need to find a suitable location in advance so that we can have a ‘chance encounter’ with them.”

Nan Fusheng’s consciousness quickly returned to the tent, and he reminded Qingque who was still sleeping soundly.

"Hmm~ Let me sleep a little longer."

Inside the tent, after hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Qingque slowly opened his eyes sleepily, like a small animal whose sweet dream was disturbed, and subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Then he turned over and curled up like a lazy little cat, greedy for a moment of warmth and comfort.

"Hurry up and get up." Seeing that Qingque still wanted to take a nap, Nan Fusheng didn't indulge her. His eyes were stern, and he aimed at Qingque's buttocks and slapped her hard without hesitation.

"Snap——" a crisp sound instantly broke the original tranquility in the tent.

"what!!!"

Then, a sharp scream of a girl suddenly rang out. The sound was so loud that it startled several birds resting on the branches outside the tent, causing them to flap their wings and flee in panic.

"Hiss~ Lord Fusheng, what are you doing!"

Qingque grimaced in pain and quickly placed one hand on his hip and rubbed it non-stop, his face full of pain. "Hiss~ Speaking of which, aren't you only partially conscious here? How come you can still hit me!"

Nan Fusheng looked calm, and was taking his hand back with a satisfied look on his face. His tone was somewhat indifferent as he explained, "Soul masters at the level of Ultimate Douluo can cultivate their spiritual power to a tangible and substantial level."

"Do you think it's difficult to condense a physical entity with my current mental strength? I didn't do it before because I thought it was unnecessary. Hurry up and get up, or I'll spank you again."

"I know, I know."

Qingque looked resentful, as if she had suffered great injustice, and sat up reluctantly. She reached out and picked up the boots on the other side of the tent, and slowly began to put them on, with a hint of dissatisfaction in every movement.

Nan Fusheng inadvertently glanced at Qingque's little feet. After just a glance, he quickly looked away.

However, this subtle movement did not escape Qingque's sharp eyes.

"Hehe~" Qingque seemed to have discovered some interesting secrets, and said with a smile: "Master Fusheng, do you care about my feet? It's a pity that you are not here now."

As he spoke, Qingque's left foot was wearing a boot, but the other foot was wearing a small white sock. He hooked his eye at Nan Fusheng teasingly, and his look was full of playfulness and cunning.

"If you really like it, I can help you step on it when I get back. But on the other hand, you can't force me to work, okay?"

Qingque said half-jokingly and half-seriously, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, as if waiting for Nan Fusheng's response.

How much do you dislike clocking in at work? Nan Fusheng felt helpless in his heart, and shook his head helplessly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "Don't even think about it. With your little arms and legs, I'm not interested in you for the time being."

"What a small fry, isn't that what you like? Otherwise, why would you attack Lady Nashida?" Qingque muttered softly. Although the voice was soft, it was clearly audible in the quiet tent.

Nan Fusheng was so upset after hearing this that his right hand immediately raised up uncontrollably, and he was about to slap Qingque's little butt again to punish her for her blunt words.

However, Qingque reacted very quickly. When he saw that something was wrong, he immediately put on the boot on his right foot, then stood up quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and said:

"Okay, okay, I'm ready. I can go find Wang Qiu'er and the others. Let's go! Let's go!"

As she spoke, she had already quickly run out of the tent and then quickly folded up the tent. Her movements were done in one smooth go, leaving Nan Fusheng no chance to make trouble.

Seeing that Qingque had such a strong desire to survive, Nan Fusheng didn't dwell on what happened just now and pointed in a direction, "Let's go this way. Since we met by chance, instead of approaching them actively, we might as well let them come over on their own."

"it is good."

Qingque nodded, and then ran in the direction Nan Fusheng pointed.

……

Because she couldn't fly, Qingque's speed dropped sharply. But even if she could only run on her legs, her speed was still far faster than that of ordinary Soul Douluo.

With her agility and unique body movements, Qingque moved freely in the dense forest, as light as an elf in the forest. In just half an hour, she was very close to the group of Shrek Academy.

"The smell of blood?"

While walking, Qingque suddenly stopped, sniffed with his delicate nose, and instantly caught a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Lord Fusheng, you are not pointing me in the wrong direction, are you? Why do I feel something is wrong?" Qingque felt a little uneasy and asked Nan Fusheng in his mind.

"You are right." Nan Fusheng's voice sounded faintly in Qingque's mind, "Instead of us proactively meeting the Shrek Academy group, why not let them hear the noise and come over here on their own."

"Here are the opponents I picked for you. I can use them to train you so that you don't have any combat experience at all."

"Ah?" Qingque was stunned with her mouth wide open. Then, she shook her little head like a rattle, trying to reject this sudden "battle arrangement."

"Then I won't recognize Wang Qiu'er. Can I wait for her on the road to Shrek City after we get out of the Xingdou Great Forest?"

“No.” Nan Fusheng refused mercilessly: “You’d better fight here obediently. Even if you want to run away now, the three people on the opposite side may not let you go.”

Just as Nan Fusheng and Qingque were communicating, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the originally quiet forest.

"Woo——"

A ten thousand year old Green Wind Wolf ran out of the forest, its body covered in blood, its fur soaked in blood, a shocking dark red color.

It uttered a weak whine and staggered, obviously seriously injured and exhausted. After running a few steps, its footsteps weakened and it fell in front of Qingque.

Then, a black ten thousand year soul ring slowly emerged from the body of the Green Wind Wolf, emitting a mysterious and strange light in the dim forest.

"Hurry, that beast is running in this direction. It won't be long before it dies. We must restrain its soul before its body gets cold. This way, after it is turned into a vengeful spirit, it can retain its strength to the greatest extent."

"Alas, it's all because of that group of people not long ago. They caused the resentful spirits of our brothers to be exhausted. In the end, not only did we not get the two bear cubs, but even the soul of the mother bear dissipated. It's so hateful." "Humph! It's better that those people have left the Xingdou Great Forest now. Otherwise, the next time I meet them, I will skin them and turn their souls into resentful spirits, and they will never be reincarnated."

Following a burst of conversation, three figures suddenly emerged slowly from the forest.

There were three old men, all of them looked to be at least 70 years old. Surprisingly, they looked exactly the same, and their clothes were exactly the same.

They were all extremely thin, as if the years had drained away all their flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton of skin and bones. Their faces were covered with dense wrinkles, like deep grooves carved by the years, and their gray hair was simply draped behind their heads, hanging lifelessly.

Their eyes are dim and cloudy, revealing a sense of dead silence. What is more distinctive is that they all have a hooked nose and thin lips, giving people a mean and sinister impression.

The three old men were all wearing grey robes, worn and tattered, exuding a sense of decay. Each of them was leaning on a cane. The cane was completely black, at least ten feet long, and on the top of each cane was a grey gem the size of a human head, with a strange light faintly flickering in the gem.

When Qingque saw these three people, she immediately cried out in pain. Through the images that Nan Fusheng had sent her before, she had already recognized the identities of these three people.

There is no doubt that these three old men are the triplets of evil soul masters who had previously clashed with Huo Yuhao and his group: the eldest is Zhongli Tian, ​​the second is Zhongli Di, and the third is Zhongli Ren.

"Three evil soul masters at the Soul Douluo level, Master Fusheng, you think too highly of me."

Qingque secretly groaned in his heart. The combat power of evil soul masters is inherently stronger than that of normal soul masters. Even a Titled Douluo would not dare to easily claim victory against an evil soul master at the Soul Douluo level.

The situation of the Shrek Academy group is clear at a glance. They have a Titled Douluo, two Soul Douluos, and other team members to assist them. But even so, the team was still dispersed by the three evil soul master brothers.

From this incident, it is not difficult to see how difficult these three evil soul masters are.

And now, she actually has to face these three people alone. One against three, Qingque couldn't help but wonder if Nan Fusheng was deliberately taking revenge on her!

The three evil spirit masters on the opposite side also obviously saw Qingque. They lightly tapped the ground with their long staffs, and their bodies flew forward like ghosts, with uniform movements, starting and landing at the same time. In just two moves, they had already arrived in front of Qingque like ghosts.

Zhongli Tian looked at Qingque and snorted coldly, "A little kid?"

Zhong Li looked at Qing Que carefully with a sharp gaze and analyzed: "The fluctuation of her soul power is not weak. She is at least a soul master with six rings or above."

Zhongli Ren looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there were no signs of other strong men hiding, he asked, "It seems that there are no other strong men hiding around. What should we do?"

Zhongli Tian narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingque, who had already reached the sixth ring of cultivation at such a young age. This made him recall the humiliating memories of being teased by Shrek and his crew.

Obviously, the opponent is a Titled Douluo, but he disguises himself as a Soul Douluo to deceive and launch a sneak attack.

The same is true for other Soul Douluo, Soul Emperor, and Soul King cultivators. Although they are powerful, they disguise themselves as Four-Ring Soul Masters and catch them off guard at the critical moment.

Thinking of this, Zhongli Tian's anger burned fiercely, and he was very unhappy. Because of that group of people, the number of vengeful spirits of his brothers was greatly reduced, and in the end, he even failed to obtain the most critical Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. It can be said that he lost both the wife and the army.

Zhongli Tian said coldly: "She is just a little girl. It's her bad luck to run into us brothers. Who of you wants to deal with her?"

Although Qingque is young but his cultivation is not low and there is probably a considerable force behind him, in the eyes of the three brothers, this is not worth mentioning at all.

If the three brothers join forces, they can escape unscathed even when facing a Super Douluo, let alone a little girl. They can just kill her without worrying too much.

Zhongliren laughed grimly, the wrinkles on his face twisted into a hideous picture, and said: "Then let me torture this girl."

As he spoke, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, a total of eight spirit rings slowly rose from under Zhongli Ren’s feet.

Then, Zhongli Ren lightly tapped the ground with the staff in his hand, and in an instant, ten bloody beast souls surged out from the staff. They were as solid as a substance, emitting a disgusting bloody smell all over their bodies, and pounced towards Qingque with their fangs and claws.

These animal souls have different shapes, some retain the ferocious appearance of wild beasts in life, while others are twisted and deformed, as if reshaped by the power of darkness. Their roars echo in the air, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall.

"Huh? That's it?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Qingque's eyes, and there was a hint of doubt in her expression. With her own eyesight, she saw through the true and false of these beast souls at a glance.

In her opinion, the strength of these beast souls is not very strong. Most of them are the vengeful spirits of thousand-year-old soul beasts, and there is only one vengeful spirit of ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

The vengeful spirits that a Soul Douluo of an eighth-ring evil soul master can command are surprisingly weak. You must be a fake.

However, Qingque reacted quickly, thinking about the fierce battle between the three evil soul masters and the people from Shrek Academy. They must have consumed a lot of the power of resentful spirits in that battle, which resulted in only these mediocre guys left in their hands now.

Thinking carefully back to the scene when they were chasing the Evergreen Wind Wolf, it was obvious that they were trying to replenish the losses in the battle and obtain new vengeful spirits to enhance their own strength.

"Then let me see what you old guys are capable of." After figuring this out, Qingque let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.

She has always been keen on giving a downed dog a beating. Now, facing the evil soul master whose strength has been damaged, she is eager to fight.

Following a delicate cry, seven soul rings - yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red - slowly rose from Qingque's feet. The light emitted by the soul rings intertwined with each other, illuminating her whole body like a dream.

"Emperor Yuan Qiong Yu."

Qingque opened her red lips and uttered a string of mysterious spells. Instantly, several small jade cards appeared in her hands. These jade cards were crystal clear and emitted a soft light, forming a sharp contrast with the evil aura around them.

The jade plate is engraved with mysterious runes, as if telling an ancient story.

Qingque threw the jade tablets at the evil spirits without hesitation, his movements smooth and seamless.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

In just a moment, the jade token turned into several streams of light, rushing towards the vengeful spirit at an extremely fast speed. These streams of light carried powerful energy fluctuations, like precise artillery shells, instantly piercing through the incoming vengeful spirit.

The vengeful spirit that was hit let out a shrill scream, and turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air, as if it had never existed.

However, the blue bird's attack did not stop there. After piercing through the vengeful spirit, the light continued to fly towards Zhongliren without slowing down.

Not only that, Zhongli Tian and Zhongli Di, who were concentrating on harvesting the souls of the Green Wind Wolves in the distance, were also targeted by this sudden attack.

(Bluebird picture)

(End of this chapter)