Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

"you…"

Zhao Wuji was also extremely shocked. Damn, he was challenged again?

Damn it! !

Since when did Soul Masters become so fond of challenging Soul Saints?

But thinking of Tang San's current state, Zhao Wuji couldn't help laughing, raised his head arrogantly, and said:

"Tang San, with your current physical condition, do you still want to hold out for an incense stick in my hand?"

"Haha, even if you have plenty of energy, do you think you can do it?"

“You can be young and confident, but you can’t be too self-righteous and arrogant.”

"What I hate most is people who love to talk nonsense!"

Zhao Wuji's harsh rebuke was not directed at Tang San, but at everyone.

This was the lesson he learned when he was young. As a teacher, he didn't want Tang San and the others to follow in his footsteps.

Hearing this, Tang San didn't waste any words.

He took out an Oscar sausage and started chewing it, his eyes fixed on Zhao Wuji.

Since you think it is arrogance, let me show you whether I am arrogant or not.

Feeling that his physical and spiritual power had recovered a lot, Tang San tore off his clothes domineeringly.

He had been thinking about this battle for a long time.

He would love to be able to fight with a Soul Saint.

This is a good opportunity for me to try out my enhanced strength. Even if I lose, so what!

Bang~, the crisp sound of metal collision spread out.

The main trunk and limbs are all intact.

Tang San took off all his weights.

The weights one by one were like bolts from the blue, exploding in the ears of Dai Mubai and the others.

Carry the weight!

How is this possible? He is actually carrying weight on his body!

Dai Mubai and the others looked at Tang San in horror, their scalps tingling.

That basket of metal was already heavy enough, who would have thought, who would have dared to think, that Tang San was carrying other weights! !

"Is he still fighting me in such heavy clothes?"

Dai Mubai swallowed his saliva, and felt a chill running up his spine. Pervert, is this still a human?

Zhao Wuji's face trembled and he almost cursed in his heart.

Judging from the sound of it landing, it must have weighed around 200 kilograms.

Carrying 200 kilograms of weight every day?

My God, compared to them, wasn’t I a waste when I was young?

Yu Xiaogang hurried over, took a deep look at the weight, and then set his sights on Tang San.

He felt cold all over and felt that Tang San was particularly strange at this moment.

"Is this really the disciple I trained?"

Questions linger in my mind.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't extricate himself for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh that was both amusing and sad.

Chapter 102: The first page of the family tree, your father!

Soto City, the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

In the luxurious and antique room, an old man with white beard and long eyebrows was looking at a document, holding a teapot in his other hand.

"So, the information that guy provided was all false?"

Bang! Murong Qi threw the document on the table, his face showing intimidation without even being angry.

Below him stood a figure covered in black.

Male, thin.

He bowed slightly, very respectfully, not daring to look directly into Murong Qi's eyes.

"Master Qi, I have already found out that there is indeed no village called Snow Village in the far north."

When talking about the Far North, the man's eyes were filled with bitterness and hatred.

Who knows what he has been through in the past half month.

The Far North is really not a place for human beings to live.

Murong Qi did not jump to conclusions and asked again:

"The Far North is vast, and some villages are relatively hidden. Could there be any that have been missed?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The man shouted immediately.

Thinking that his words were a bit presumptuous, he lowered his head again and saluted respectfully:

"Master Qi, we have been exploring all the way along the outer periphery of the Far North, so there is absolutely nothing we have missed."

"I have also checked the surrounding cities, but there is no record of Xuecun either."

"Could it be possible, could it be possible that the Snow Village could be in the Far North?"

Murong Qi pinched his brows with his fingers.

The villages in the interior of the Far North have long disappeared.

Even within a hundred miles of the edge, it is rare to see villages.

You deliberately filled such a remote place to torment me, right?

Murong Qi was so angry inside.

If I hadn't sent someone to check on the first day, I'm afraid he would have fooled me.

This stinky boy~

Murong Qi laughed angrily and waved his hands, "Alright, don't worry about it. The fighting arena has been uneasy recently, so you need to be more cautious."

"Yes, Elder Qi." The man in black raised his head slightly and asked cautiously:

"Master Qi, then why don't we expose him and let him continue fighting?"

The tea was good. Murong Qi moved his nose and then smiled slightly, "Since he wants to fight, let him continue."

"We are open for business. Some people participate in the fighting spirits, and some people watch the fighting spirits. No matter what, we are making money."

Swish!

The man bowed respectfully, understood what he meant and retreated.

【Kill】

[Soul Sect]

[The Far North＊Snow Village]

[Martial Soul: Sword]

【…】

Looking at this registration information, Murong Qi was not angry.

He stretched and found a flyer in his hand.

At a glance, he also showed a playful smile on his face.

"The fighting arena should be more lively~"

……

Night has not yet fallen, and the sky still has the afterglow of sunset.

The princes and nobles in Soto City set out and arrived at the main fighting arena in advance.

Their faces were extremely serious, and there was a feeling that a storm was about to come.

Today is destined to be a special day.

And they may witness history.

"I heard that someone wants to 1v7 today, one person will challenge a whole team."

"Oh, need I tell you? The flyers are going viral in the city. I spent ten days' wages to take a look. I hope I won't disappoint you."

"I heard that guy has won 1 consecutive games in the 2v15 fighting spirit. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I wish I had that ability."

"..."

"That's 1v7. There are at least two or three Soul Masters in the team. I think he's in big trouble."

"I think they will win. After all, they haven't used their martial arts spirits yet, which means their trump cards haven't been exposed yet."

"..."

The fighting spirit arena seemed to have become a hedgehog.

There were long queues at the entrances on all sides.

The fighting arena inside is decorated with lights and is magnificent.

There were twice as many service staff as usual, and they served guests in an orderly manner without any negligence.

Because today is definitely a special day in the Fighting Spirit Arena.

Since the establishment of the fighting arena, no one has ever proposed a 1v7 fighting arena.

This move is unprecedented!

Due to Su Ming's special request, the Fighting Spirit Arena also relaxed the rules.

After all, it would not be appropriate for Su Ming to kick his teammates out, so he was specially allowed to participate in 1v2 and 1v7 individually.

As for points, the 2v2 points will still be counted on Ximen Jiu.

As for team battle points, Su Ming can specially designate the other six people as long as he needs them.

That's right.

Even if he doesn't play, as long as Su Ming recognizes him as his teammate, he can still get victory points.

After all, if Su Ming can win 1v7, he can pull six pigs up for 7v7. The result is also predetermined, so there is no need to worry about these points at all.

As the biggest beneficiary, Ximen Jiu has been living an extremely comfortable life recently.

Profits were made, gold coins were earned every day.

I have won the title, won fifteen consecutive 2v2 games, and have been getting the bronze fighting spirit badge steadily. I just want to ask, who else can do it?

Therefore, he did not wear a mask when he came to the fighting arena recently, for fear that others would not recognize him on the street.

Below the main fighting arena.

Snap - the burly man with a leopard head and round eyes swung the whip in his hand like a snake, with such force that it was enough to split mountains and rocks.

His face looked ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Damn it, everyone is crying so hard, cheer up, you need to laugh, you know what?"

"Humph, if anyone dares to mess up today, I will make her give birth to eight or ten babies to make up for the loss of our Ximen family."

"It's not easy for the Ximen family to have such a good thing happen. The green smoke from the ancestral grave will float for a long time. Did you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

The maids' bodies trembled slightly, and their gentle voices were faintly filled with fear, and they dared not disobey.