Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Su Ming had no idea how many times he had been knocked down, but this time, he was unable to stand up.

He flicked his fingers, but they didn't move at all. He said hoarsely, "Teacher Xu Lin, let's stop here today."

"it is good."

The man in white kneeling on the ground nodded heavily as if he had been pardoned and uttered a word.

He supported his knees with his hands and stood up shakily.

Tick-tick, tick-tick, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from the tip of the chin.

The originally snow-white clothes were now dirty and the skin was exposed through the cracks.

What is even more shocking is his behavior.

I saw the muscles in his right foot trembling constantly, as if he had the fever. He stood on tiptoe of his left leg and tapped the ground with his thumb.

His body swayed from side to side, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Forcing himself to stand steady, Xu Lin, with a bruised face and nose, glanced at Su Ming with his swollen panda eyes, his expression full of resentment and fear.

Although the veins on his forehead throbbed with every step he took, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

go.

Hurry up.

While this guy can't move, leave quickly.

His extremely firm belief supported his body as he limped slowly towards the distance until he disappeared.

If there was a pill to make him regret his mistake, Xu Lin swore that he would rather hunt a hundred-year-old soul beast than be Su Ming's sparring partner.

This, this is called sparring?

Xu Lin looked very embarrassed as he left. Su Ming, who suffered the most attacks, was in an even worse situation.

His face was bruised and even black, and there was no trace of his former handsome appearance.

Not only were his clothes covered with claw marks, but they were also covered with claw marks.

Even the weight-bearing armor inside was shattered, with pieces of iron hanging out.

Although there was no bleeding, he felt swollen and painful all over. God knows how many times he was beaten.

The power of the Great Soul Master is indeed so terrifying~

[Ding! The host and the great soul master had a fierce battle. Although the opponent did not use soul skills, he was still courageous. I reward him with a ray of golden power. ]

[Ding! The Berserker's body is stimulated, Strength +3, Defense +4, Mental Power +3. ]

Holding a snow lotus leaf obtained after defeating Tang San in his mouth, Su Ming chewed it slowly.

A breeze blew, and all the sweat on my body evaporated, making me feel cool and comfortable.

The sky is blue, quiet and mysterious, with white clouds slowly floating towards the horizon.

Feeling that the years were peaceful, Su Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "How beautiful."

Swish!

After an unknown amount of time, Su Ming supported himself with his hands and slowly stood up.

Then, he walked slowly towards the classroom.

Bang!

The classroom door was pushed open and Su Ming walked in slowly.

It was not uncommon for Su Ming to be late, but when they saw his miserable state, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

awful!

Terrible!

Did this guy fall into the soul beast's nest?

"Su Ming, are you okay?"

The female teacher hurried over, her eyes constantly looking at Su Ming, who had been beaten into a fat man, and her voice was trembling as she asked questions.

"It's okay, just a little tired."

Su Ming waved his hand and slowly walked towards his seat.

A little tired?

You call this a bit tiring?

The female teacher's beautiful eyes widened instantly.

The classroom was silent.

Everyone looked at the extremely disheveled figure, unable to imagine what had happened.

Su Ming is the head of the academy, how could anyone hurt him?!

In the classroom, only two people knew what was going on.

It is impossible for someone to be a soul master who could injure Su Ming so badly.

Great Soul Master!

This guy was definitely fighting with a great soul master just now!

The two were indescribably horrified.

One of them had bulging eyes and looked a little anxious.

The other person lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly.

boom!

Su Ming sat down hard on the chair, and the table was even knocked out of place.

The swollen thighs were exposed from the torn trouser legs, with purple and blue patches.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips and quickly moved the table back to its original place for him. She didn't dare to look at him the whole time, and she had lost all her original aggressiveness and wildness.

Su Ming shifted his gaze and panted, "I still have some problems with my body movements. Can you help me tonight?"

boom!

Her delicate body trembled violently, and Xiao Wu revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No, no problem."

The trembling voice had a hint of crying.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Hmm~"

The cry from his throat grew louder.

Su Ming, “…”

……

early morning.

As the sky just brightened, a small figure was running around in the college teaching area, as if looking for something.

Finally, he left with a long sigh and reluctantly.

Coming to the Junior Soul Master Academy, although I am not the most likable character, it is not necessary to be like this.

Is it really like what Mr. Shu Ren said:

[I have always been willing to assume the worst of the Chinese, but I never expected or believed that they could be so cruel.]

Su Ming, who had hope in Teacher Wang Wenlong, now had to face the cruel reality.

Yes, the agility attack spirit master Wang Wenlong is not in the office.

I learned from the principal that he had resigned from the Soul Master Academy.

I heard that he was traveling far away, looking for spring flowers.

The carriage was bought last night and the people left last night.

Just like Teacher Xu Lin back then.

After knowing each other for such a long time, Su Ming couldn't help but feel a little regretful that he didn't even say a word of farewell.

The academy now has one less target to fight against.

Su Ming left in disappointment and went back to the back mountain to practice Qinggong.

When my view returned to the valley, I saw that the originally green grass in the valley had become bare, as if locusts had crawled through it.

In the middle, there is a canal three meters wide and thirty meters long, and the turbid water in it is more like mud.

In the canal, there were floating barrels with a diameter of 20 cm, covered with mud.

On the shore, there are several rows of floating barrels of different sizes, the smallest of which looks smaller than the palm of your hand.

boom! boom! boom!

The green figure flew up and rushed towards the canal.

He tapped the wooden barrel with his toes, and the barrel made a loud bang and waves appeared in the water.

And after ten drum beats, a "plop" sound was heard.

The figure in green clothes suddenly disappeared.

Two seconds later, a clay man crawled out and spat out a mouthful of muddy water.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for practicing Qinggong once, proficiency +1. ]

Pfft!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for practicing Qinggong once, proficiency +1. ]

Pfft!

【drop!……】

……

Spring passes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

In the valley, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and vegetation is lush.

The muddy ditches have been refilled and grass has grown back on the ground.

And here, Su Ming was no longer seen.

Deep in the valley, the water flows and the pond stirs up waves.

The waterfall rushes down from the cliff like a silver dragon, making a rumbling sound.

The water flow that was originally as complete as a white silk ribbon now had a crack.

In the thin stream of water in the middle, a figure was sitting cross-legged.

Black soul power emanated from his entire body, and even when it collided violently with the rushing water, he remained motionless.

As time passed, the boy gradually began to clench his teeth, and the black light on his body became dim.

Pfft!

Without the protection of his soul power, the boy eventually fell into the pond.

After climbing ashore, Su Ming wiped the water off his face in embarrassment, but a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I saw him making a sword gesture with his left hand, and black light overflowed from his index and middle fingers, forming the shape of a long sword.

The long sword did not look unreal, but looked like black crystal, crystal clear, sharp and dazzling.

Swish!

Su Ming swung out fiercely, and the black sword was as fast as lightning.

With a puff, it actually sank directly into the solid cliff.