Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively reached for her Three-Eyed Ice-Fire Gun, but the fireball was too fast, and she couldn't react in time!

At the critical moment of a thousand-year hair-tight moment—

Meng Yiran flew over.

The eight spider spears shrank, and the whole body turned into a ball.

Boom!

The fireball slammed into the eight spider spears, causing a deafening explosion!

Flames shot into the sky, and heatwaves swept across the entire venue!

Meng Yiran groaned as she was sent flying by the enormous impact, tumbling twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground!

The eight spider spears were charred black, and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths!

Chapter 139 Another Soul Bone! How Rich is Ye Hua!

“Still!” Jiangzhu quickly waved her healing scepter.

Thanks to the immortal herb Bixi Evergreen Fruit and the ten-thousand-year soul ring, the healing power of Jiangzhu is now far greater than before.

It only took a few seconds to heal Meng Yiran's injuries, but the damage to her soul bone could only heal slowly on its own.

"I'm fine!" Meng Yiran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "It's just a minor injury!"

However, the Eight Spider Lances could no longer be used, so Meng Yiran had no choice but to put them away and switch back to the Serpent Staff Martial Soul.

On the other side of the field, Huo Wu was completely stunned.

She used the Fusion Ring technique, consuming 30% of her soul power; this move was powerful enough to rival a Soul King!

Meng Yiran still has fighting ability?

"How is this possible..." Huo Wu muttered to herself.

No, I shouldn't have used [Fire Dance of the Sun], I should have used my self-created soul skill [Fire Dance of Meteors]!

Fireballs rained down, and no matter how powerful the opponent was, some of them were bound to hit Ning Rongrong!

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes turned completely cold.

"You've been injured, are you prepared to pay the price?"

The fourth soul ring lit up—

Shadow Clone!

Zhu Zhuqing's figure split into two, then into four, then into eight!

Eight Zhu Zhuqings rushed towards Huo Wu from different directions!

So fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage!

Even more terrifying, a pale blue light suddenly emanated from her right leg!

"A soul bone! Zhu Zhuqing actually has a soul bone!"

"A ten-thousand-year-old soul bone! It's still a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone!"

"My god! Just how rich is the Long Night Squad? A ten-thousand-year fourth ring isn't enough, they also need a ten-thousand-year soul bone?"

“I might be surprised by others, but I’m not surprised at all by Ye Hua’s Long Night Team!”

Guan Xingchu Di Zhui Xu v!

Tang San sat in front of the betting window, the betting slip in his hand falling to the ground.

He worked so hard, but didn't even get a single piece of a thousand-year-old soul bone!

But do Ye Hua's women all possess soul bones that are ten thousand years old?

That's not fair!

Why do I work so hard, yet receive nothing in return?

They only need to be decorative objects, and everything will go smoothly for them!

"no no......"

"Do not--!!!"

Tang San's vision went black.

Seeing him howling in despair, Ye Hua felt a pang of pity.

He's so pitiful, I should help him!

Ye Hua silently stretched out his finger to draw a talisman.

Mold and lichen, like a dragonfly entwining itself!

Last time it was black smoke, this time it's an invisible dark cloud!

The dark clouds loomed overhead, as if trying to block out all the sunlight, and even started to drizzle!

"Sigh, ladyboys all like fair and clean skin. I was too kind to shield him from the sun."

On the arena, Huo Wu looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was rushing towards her from all directions, with a serious expression.

The clones didn't all charge at once; they attacked in batches!

What upset her even more was that this wasn't an illusion; it could launch real attacks, so she had to be on guard!

Her soul power was being consumed rapidly, and cold sweat broke out on Huo Wu's forehead.

Seeing that his sister was exhausted, Huo Wushuang could no longer be afraid of Wang Qiu'er.

His sister fought desperately and finally managed to force back the Eight Spider Spears; how could he, as the older brother, back down!

"Go!" Huo Wushuang gritted his teeth and launched an attack.

Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly, "Hmph! Get lost!"

Huo Wushuang possesses the Martial Soul of a One-Horned Fiery Dragon, boasting extremely strong head-on attack capabilities and having defeated countless powerful enemies.

It can be both a blessing and a curse, and the Fiery Dragon dares to be an enemy of the Golden Dragon King?

As soon as the golden dragon spear was drawn, it thrust and retracted, splattering blood everywhere!

Huo Wushuang's shoulder was pierced by the overwhelming dragon's might, which made him dizzy and unable to dodge!

If Wang Qiu'er hadn't shown mercy, the Golden Dragon Spear would have pierced his neck or heart!

"Invincible Golden Body!"

"Teleportation!"

"Bow your back!"

Xiao Wu attacked from both sides, activating her golden body and charging forward relentlessly, making any attack seem like a mere tickle!

No one expected that the Little Dance Party, which was confronting Fire Dance, would suddenly come to the rescue, catching everyone off guard!

The Blazing Fire team was decimated and collapsed on the ground, with only Fire Dance remaining as a fighter.

Seeing this, Huo Wu clenched her fists in resentment.

Zhu Zhuqing kept splitting herself into multiple forms and launching continuous attacks.

She resisted the excessive use of the Fire Ring, which would consume a lot of her soul power. What would she use to defend herself?

"I surrender!"

Huo Wu withdrew her martial soul.

The referee's flag was lowered—

"The victor is the Long Night Team!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

Cheers erupted in front of the betting window!

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the betting slip to cash out his money... Where's my betting slip?!

Holy crap! Where's my betting slip?!

Tang San panicked and looked down, only to find that the betting slip, which should have been lying obediently on the ground, had vanished from his hand!

When he was released from prison, he received over a thousand gold soul coins. The person who brought him back said that it was a gift from his teacher!

Although I'm glad that Teacher Gao successfully gained the support of the Spirit Hall, ... Teacher Gao hasn't returned yet!

That thousand gold soul coins were his entire capital during this period, used for living, buying materials, and crafting hidden weapons!

You finally won the bet, but then your betting slip disappeared?!

Tang San gritted his teeth and looked at the guy who was bent over calculating accounts at the window.

This is the person I just processed the betting procedure for!

Clinging to a one in ten thousand chance, Tang San staggered forward.

"Um..." Tang San forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "Brother, do you still remember me?"

"I just bet on the Long Night Team to win, 1,000 gold soul coins."

The guy didn't even lift his eyelids. "There are so many people betting, how would I remember who's who?"

"It's me!" Tang San exclaimed anxiously, "I was wearing a black robe and standing right here!"

After speaking, he didn't forget to take out a black robe and put it on.

The man finally raised his eyelids and looked Tang San up and down.

"Oh—it's you!"

"Yes, yes, it's me! I lost my betting slip, could you perhaps..."

"Aren't you the sixth granddaughter of my great-grandmother's third aunt's husband, fourth aunt's husband, and fifth aunt's wife?"

Tang San's smile froze on his face.

"No, no, I placed a bet with you!"

"Tch," the guy rolled his eyes, "Where's the betting slip?"

Tang San's forehead veins bulged. "I lost it by accident."

The waiter sneered, "Heh, if you can't even produce this, why should I give you the money?"

Tang San's fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"Brother," Tang San pleaded, his tone laced with servility, "I don't want the winnings, I just want the principal!"

"One thousand gold soul coins, just check the records for me, just check..."

“No record,” the guy waved his hand. “No betting slip, no record. That’s the rule.”

"you!"

Tang San could no longer hold back.

Blue Silver Grass shot out from the palm!

The slender vines coiled around the waiter like snakes!

"It's a staged accident! It's a robbery!" the guy yelled at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he let out that shout, all eyes turned to him.

Tang San turned ashen-faced and tried to retract his martial soul, but it was too late.

Heavy footsteps approached from all directions.

"Don't move!"

"Squat down! Cover your head with your hands!"

Imperial soldiers arrived, their spears and short blades aimed at Tang San.

Tang San froze, the Blue Silver Grass still wrapped around the guy's arm, and the man was caught red-handed.

"Sir! Sir!" the waiter pointed at Tang San, "It's him! He tried to scam me and then hit me!"