Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 217 Betting

"Ahahaha, I have a martial soul, I have a martial soul!" Duan Qi rolled out of bed all of a sudden, jumped wildly on the ground, rushed out of the room, and shouted into the distance.

The shout was so loud that his voice could be heard throughout the mountain behind Hidden Sword Peak.

"What is this martial soul ability called?" Duan Qi was thinking in his mind when he suddenly remembered that his hands were still tied.

"Okay, I'll try to use my martial soul ability to untie the rope first!" He didn't know if this martial soul was too strong in a fight, but in short, he had to free his hands first, which was the most important thing.

"Release the thread!" Duan Qi thought, and silk threads were released from his fingers in the tenth watch, but these white threads were soft, and after sticking out from the fingers, they immediately hung down.

"Ten lines, control at the same time, I can't do it now, try two lines first!"

After all, Duan Qi retracted all the lines, then stretched out his index fingers on his left and right hands, hooked the two fingers lightly, and the lines slowly stretched out from his hands.

Moreover, these lines can move according to his will, just like living species.

Under the control of Duan Qi, the thin white thread swam towards his wrist, and the two white threads cooperated with each other, just like two fingers, pulling the knot of the hemp rope on the wrist little by little.

Ingeniously, because the white silk thread is thin enough, it can easily get into the gap of the hemp rope.

What's even more amazing is that Duan Qi discovered that the power to activate the white silk thread cannot be activated by the strength of human muscles, but must be activated by internal force.

In other words, the greater the internal force, the greater the power exerted by the white silk thread.

Duan Qi only used ten days of internal strength to untie the knot of the hemp rope easily.

When Han Mengling came over, she happened to see the moment when Duan Qi untied the hemp rope. She was too frightened to pass, and stood there far away, holding a basin of cold water in her hand, watching Duan Qi's cheeks were slightly hot, and he shouted in embarrassment: "Hey, that, you..."

She didn't know how to speak.

I saw Duan Qi waving at her with a smile on his face, smiling very brightly, as if he was not the person who was in the room just now: "Little Linger, what are you doing with a basin of water, come here quickly, I wake up Wuhun!"

"What, you've awakened your martial soul?" Han Mengling was shocked.

This guy actually awakened his martial soul when he was 17 years old. If this matter was told, no one would believe it. You must know that a person with martial soul ability is unique in a million. Not everyone can awaken martial soul. of the soul.

This kind of thing seems to be destined, if you can't do it, you can't do it, and hard work is useless.

This is the frightening thing about people with martial soul abilities.

Therefore, many people have not awakened their martial soul at the age of 16, and they can't wait to go back to their mother's womb and reincarnate again.

If Duan Qi awakened his martial soul at the age of 16, Han Mengling would at most be happy for him.

But at the age of 17, Duan Qi can still awaken the martial soul, so no matter what kind of garbage martial soul, this news is enough to cause a sensation in the whole world.

There is no special case of awakening martial soul at the age of 17, and Duan Qi is this special case.

Han Mengling happily ran over, after she approached, she found that Duan Qi's expression was very sunny, without that "want" look, so she hugged him reassuringly.

"Great, you have finally awakened your martial spirit. In the two-month martial arts competition, you must strive to win the first place. At that time, you can ask the master what happened back then."

Feeling the girl's body temperature, Duan Qi smiled slightly, slowly raised his hands, and hugged the girl into his arms.

"Little Ling'er, tell me, what should my martial soul ability be called?"

"What ability?"

"It means that the white silk thread can be released from the finger. At present, only two can be controlled at the same time."

"Then it's called silk thread martial soul! Calculated, your martial soul ability should be a superhuman martial soul. Although it is much inferior to my sister Mengyao's natural martial soul, as long as you can dig out the martial soul Soul power, if you use it in the future, you won't be too far behind."

Even so, Duan Qi was still worried.

In the martial arts competition, he must defeat Lin Feng. Lin Feng's dark martial soul is too strong. Compared with Han Mengyao's rock martial soul, it is much stronger. It is also a natural martial soul, the ability of dark martial soul Terrible indeed.

And as a Superman martial soul ability user, what can the silk thread in his finger do?

"Duan Qi, I have a question for you. You must answer me honestly." Han Mengling suddenly raised her head and looked at him sincerely. The relationship is more intimate.

Duan Qi stroked her hair and said with a smile: "You ask! This time, I will tell you the truth."

He had already thought about what he wanted to say, no matter what, he would tell Han Mengling: "Even if I hadn't taken that medicine, I would still tell the whole world that I love you."

Han Mengling let go of her embrace lightly, looking a little sad: "If I go to the forbidden area of ​​Jiange in Qianshan, will you go with me?"

Duan Qi thought for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you!"

Her eyes suddenly turned slightly red again, she tapped her toes, opened her hands, hooked Duan Qi's neck, and they kissed deeply under the bright red sun.

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As the days passed, the relationship between Han Mengling and Duan Qi did not spread.

Fang Jie is an honest person, and honest people often don't like gossip.

He saw the things Duan Qi and Han Mengling did on the bed, and that scene was like a brand, deeply engraved in his mind, which would never be erased.

Every night, when he was dreaming, he would see Han Mengling and Duan Qi hugging each other, talking those sweet words.

"Love is giving, not possession!" Fang Jie persuaded himself like this every day, just like a monk who has committed murder, beat wooden fish every day, read Buddhist scriptures, and said words that I want to save all living beings. an intense pain.

He thinks too!

Why is it that I am not the one holding the junior sister, why is it not me who is hugging the junior sister?
During the day, he seemed to be fine, and he would still cook for a few juniors and juniors.

As for Duan Qi and Han Mengling, when they saw Fang Jie, they didn't feel embarrassed. After all, more than ten days had passed since that incident. When they first met, they both lowered their heads in shame.

But more than ten days later, when the five disciples of Hidden Sword Peak gathered at a table, everyone still ate, drank, talked and laughed as usual, and didn't feel anything unusual.

"Duan Qi! Would you like to do brother a favor?" During the meal, Chen Xiaodao smiled and held Duan Qi's hand, making Duan Qi feel a little uncomfortable.

He smiled awkwardly, and said: "Senior brother, do you need pills or borrow money? I can help you find a way. We are a family, so you don't have to be polite."

Chen Xiaodao shook his head and said, "Not at all! I made a bet with him."

Duan Qi immediately took out the gold card generously, and said: "How much money I gambled, I will lend it to you first, and then return it to me when you have money."

Seeing Chen Xiaodao, Zhu Ru felt a little embarrassed, and immediately stepped ahead of him, saying: "Little Junior Brother, Third Junior Brother made a bet with Ling Yufeng Tan Ziyang, that Tan Ziyang is a [Sword Wuhun] capable person, the No. .8. Then Tan Ziyang said that the silk thread Wuhun of Duan Qi, our junior brother in Zangjianfeng, was used to weave for women, and the Marle Gobi. The third junior brother and I were not happy at that time. So we bet [-] yuan with others Gold coins! Betting that the younger brother will win! Enough fun!"

puff!
Eldest brother Fang Jie spewed out a mouthful of food.

"How much did you bet?"

(End of this chapter)