Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

It is always better to be well prepared when fighting a Titled Douluo for the first time.

In the secret room, a drop of purple-gold liquid was taken out from the system space by Su Ming.

boom!

With the appearance of this drop of blood, the surrounding space became wrinkled as could be seen with the naked eye, and a strong wind was tearing everything around.

Tiny cracks appeared on Su Ming's clothes, as if they were being cut by invisible scissors.

On the right side of the face, bright red blood was flowing out from the straight cut...

"As expected of Behemoth's blood, it feels... even more dangerous than the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire."

A long-lost feeling of comfort surged into his heart. Su Ming felt the blood in his body was stirring, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Mr. Xiong, help me absorb this Behemoth's blood into your body."

Ok?

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the sleeping King Bear woke up. Ever since Tian Meng was exiled, he felt that his entire life as a bear was complete.

Behemoth's blood?

As if being clicked, the bear king's fur stood up like steel needles and immediately left Su Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

When he saw the drop of blood, Xiong Jun was stunned.

"This this…"

"It's really Behemoth's blood!"

"Where did you get it?"

His clear eyes revealed stupidity as Xiong Jun stared at Su Ming in a daze, his eyes wide open with seven parts horror and three parts envy.

The Behemoth clan was exterminated by the dragon clan.

Even with more than 300,000 years of cultivation, he was unable to condense such complete and pure Behemoth blood.

It is almost the sublimation of the end of bloodline.

If he had been able to obtain such a drop of essence blood earlier, he might have at least had a chance of defeating Di Tian, ​​even if he had not definitely defeated him.

The Behemoths used to eat real dragons!

"It was given to me by someone else. This drop of blood should be able to make the bones of my trunk…"

Su Ming, who felt that he was talking too much, urged: "Okay, stop talking nonsense and get started."

Sent?

Why doesn’t anyone send me off?

His heart was filled with envy, jealousy and hatred, and Xiong Jun no longer persisted in wondering where this drop of blood came from.

With a slash of the claws in the air, Behemoth's blood and essence instantly split into more than twenty parts. The middle piece was the largest, but it was only the size of a grain of rice.

The Behemoth's blood essence was arranged in the shape of torso bones and began to merge into Su Ming's chest under the control of the Bear King.

One man, one bear, changing light and shadow.

Purple and gold colors intertwined, and faint roars of pain could be heard coming from within the wall.

Chapter 240 Bone Douluo’s “Kindness”!

The first university in the north.

The rock wall of Longshou Mountain has been eroded over the years, forming the shape of a snake's head. With two peach trees, it looks like a swimming dragon from a distance, hence the name "Longshou".

Although it is summer, there is still snow on Longshou Mountain. The height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach creates this unique snow scene.

Even the plum blossoms in the snow cannot compete with the enchanting peach blossoms that can withstand wind and rain.

The peach blossoms are blooming brightly, and the wind and snow are playing with the beautiful sleeves.

step-step-

He walked lightly without leaving any footprints.

The elegant, proud and lonely Chen Xin slowly came to the peach tree.

A puff of white mist was exhaled and scattered in the wind and snow.

Chen Xin didn't say much, but he could hardly hide his melancholy.

"I say, why bother being poetic at this time?"

"With your Seven Killing Swords destroying the martial spirit, what will be left later?"

"But that's true. If you don't look at it now, you won't be able to see it again. Alas——"

The voice is hoarse, like leaves falling in the wind.

Bone Douluo, with a strong frame and a few tufts of white hair on his head, walked over with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he could get great pleasure from teasing someone.

"Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian will have a big fight later."

"This is the key to adjusting your spirit, I think..."

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish his words, Gu Rong waved his hand to stop him.

"He's over a hundred years old. Why is there any need for adjustment? Why is he being so pretentious?"

"The sword of Jian Dao Chen Xin will never be covered with dust."

Swish!

The ancient banyan tree waved its palm, and the originally bright peach blossoms were all blown away by the wind like wind blowing dandelions.

Uh--

Ning Fengzhi was speechless for a moment.

That's not right, Uncle Gu, are you belittling or praising me?

Chen Xin looked at Gu Rong in silence, "Do you want me to lose or win? Why are you making trouble at this time?"

Gu Rong laughed and said jokingly:

"A sword of the swordsman will never be covered in dust, but it is no big deal to lose once or twice occasionally."

"Besides, what's there to be embarrassed about losing to a rising star - the number one genius in the current soul master world?"

"The Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves ahead. Losing is no big deal. Just try your best. Have you never lost before, Chen Xin?"

Chen Xin's eyes suddenly changed, and after a while, he slowly nodded.

"Thank you!"

Gu Rong stopped talking immediately, "Don't! I'm not trying to comfort you."

"Actually, I really hope to see you lose. That way I can use it to bully you."

Gu Rong had a sly smile on his face, and seemed to be impatient.

Chen Xin: “…”

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, Chen Xin didn't pay attention to what he said. Upon closer inspection, the look in his eyes gradually gathered together.

Yes, he was not so calm at the beginning of this battle.

Su Ming's talent and strength are obvious to all.

He had lost in a sword fight once before, but since it was just a sword fight, it was okay.

But if Dou Hun loses, it will be an absolute devastating blow to Jian Dao Chen Xin's reputation.

Su Ming, only 14 years old!!

Chen Xin was feeling heavy-hearted as he was confused about not having the absolute certainty of defeating Su Ming and was disturbed by the reputation that he had previously ignored.

This kind of mentality...

Even if you pay 120,000% attention to the battle, you still cannot exert your full strength.

The heavy snow gradually covered Chen Xin's shoulders, and the latter stood there motionless.

He didn't seem to pose any threat, but the white snow that came around Chen Xin seemed to slow down.

The white snow under my feet melted away in circles, revealing the hard, black cold stone.

The snowflakes seemed to be disturbed by some magical power, turning into circles of snow rings that moved irregularly around Chen Xin, and the rhythm slowly became synchronized.

Noticing that Chen Xin's fighting spirit and sword power were rising steadily, Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other, then consciously walked aside.

At this moment, Chen's heart was moved.

He clenched his right hand into sword fingers and used his hand as a sword. His movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Everything around him seemed to be under his control.

For a while, the snow was blowing hard and the peach blossoms were flying...

Although no soul power was released, it could be sensed that Chen Xin was in extreme danger at this moment.

It's like a powder keg filled with explosives - whoever touches it will die! !

After a while, someone else came.

The man, with his white coat fluttering on his face and legs spread, sat on a rock on the top of the mountain in a domineering manner. His deep and extraordinary aura was terrifying.

Gu Rong was startled and subconsciously stood in front of Ning Fengzhi.

"Feng Zhi, this person is definitely not an ordinary person, so be careful!"

It's him! !

Ning Fengzhi's mind moved, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Friend, I wonder when little friend Su Ming will come?"

Tang Hao shook his head slightly, then stopped moving, sitting there motionless like an ice sculpture.

He came only because he received the news, and came to join in the fun and get to know someone's strength better.

The rest has nothing to do with him...

Gu Rong frowned slightly and looked at Ning Fengzhi subconsciously.

——What is the identity of the person in front of me?

Ning Fengzhi frowned, as if thinking about something. After a while, he nodded slightly. But when Gu Rong was about to take action, he was interrupted by waving his hand.

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi in confusion, but the latter just shook his head slightly without explaining.

Ning Fengzhi was also extremely curious about Tang Hao's identity. If Gu Rong took action, he would most likely be able to get a glimpse of the clues.

But right now is not the best time.

As time goes by, more and more people come.

Daming, Dugu Bo, Zhao Wuji, Tang San, Xiao Wu...

Except for the freshmen of the First Academy, almost everyone who should come gathered here to witness this legendary battle.

The shadows of people were so numerous that the flying snow in the sky was overshadowed.

Tang San did not say hello to Tang Hao, and Ning Rongrong did not chat with Ning Fengzhi, but Gu Rong did not care at all and chatted with Rongrong without restraint.

"Rongrong, give your Grandpa Gu some advice. How strong is your dean?"

"I heard that he is only fourteen years old. Is he really strong enough to fight that idiot?"

"Of course!" Ning Rongrong said without hesitation, her little face flushed with pride.

"That guy can't be judged by common sense!"

"He won't do anything without confidence!"

"Besides, it would be fine if Grandpa Jian lost. If he wins, that would be terrible. He will definitely fight endlessly."

hiss--

Hearing this, Gu Rong got goosebumps.

"You mean, he can't stand losing, and will keep pestering me until he defeats Old Swordhead?"

"That's not what I meant. I meant that he will keep trying, and then Grandpa Jian will be in trouble..."