Want to fight?!

Mo Shengnan's eyes shone brightly, and she was extremely competitive and had a strong interest in any fight.

Okay, my mother will accompany you to fight!

Thinking like this in his heart, Mo Shengnan's soul power was released, and he was ready to release the martial soul.

As for whether the release of the martial soul will ruin the lunch after the fight, this is not her responsibility, fighting, she will always put it first.

The fluctuation of soul power here was very obvious, and it immediately attracted the attention of the people at the other table.

Qian Fei'er turned her head to look, stood up, and spoke to Mo Shengnan.

"Mo Shengnan, stop first, this is not the time you should fight."

Mo Shengnan heard Qian Fei'er speak and turned his head to look.

After looking at it, she unwillingly put away her soul power, and put the dog meat between the chopsticks back into her bowl.

Mo Shengnan had lost to Qian Liuli before, and Qian Liuli was Qian Fei'er's cousin, and in Mo Shengnan's heart, he felt that he had lost to Qian Fei'er.

For opponents who can defeat themselves, Mo Shengnan will listen to the opinions and words of the other party, the winner is king, and the loser warms the bed, this is the creed in Mo Shengnan's heart.

Lunch continued, and Mo Shengnan also asked for a large glass of ale wine, and poured dog meat into his mouth in a big gulp.

"Whew-"

After Mo Shengnan poured a large sip of wine, he exhaled a mouthful of wine comfortably.

Turning her head to look at Meng De, she really couldn't understand, ale wine with dog meat is such a good thing, why wouldn't this man enjoy it?

Lunch passed in Mo Shengnan's doubts.

After lunch, everyone went about their own business, and Meng De got up and went back to his room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Meng De released his martial spirit.

A two-and-a-half-meter-long red spear appeared in the room, and Meng De rested it horizontally on his crossed legs.

At the same time, there were three soul rings on Meng De's body, two yellow and one purple.

The three soul rings pulsed up and down on his body, exuding a somewhat powerful fluctuation of soul power.

The mosquito nets in the room fluttered in both directions, the effect of the wind that swept up when the soul power was released.

The short hair on Meng De's forehead and the long bunch of hair on the back of his head also flew violently.

Meng De stroked the spear, then held his breath and concentrated, releasing his soul power to slightly attract the surrounding heaven and earth energy.

At this moment, the three soul rings on his body shook strangely, and then, the color of the three soul rings slowly changed, and the color slowly deepened little by little, and finally ...... Turned black!

Three black 10,000-year soul rings!

If there were other soul masters here, their jaws would definitely drop in surprise.

According to the conclusion reached by the master of theory, normally speaking, a soul master's first soul ring should not exceed five hundred years at most, the second soul ring should not exceed eight hundred years at most, and the third soul ring should not exceed one thousand and eight hundred years at most.

However, at this moment, Meng De has obviously subverted common sense, and the three 10,000-year soul rings are absolutely unprecedented, unprecedented existence!

Meng De absorbed a little of the surrounding heaven and earth energy and transformed it into pure soul power, and suddenly, Mo Shengnan's provocative voice sounded outside the door.

"Is Mende in there? What do you think? How about coming out and having a fight with my wife? ”

When the words fell, the door was suddenly opened directly, and Mo Shengnan's strong figure appeared at the door.

The moment she appeared, Meng De's palm released a strange fluctuation of soul power, and the three black 10,000-year soul rings on her body quickly changed back to their original color of two yellow and one purple.

Meng De looked at Mo Shengnan, his brows furrowed slightly.

Hmph, I like to fight so much, I'll teach you a lesson.

Meng De thought so in his heart, stood up, took the Gaborga Cursed Demon Spear Martial Spirit in his hand, and stood on the ground with a "duh" at the end of the handle. Beautiful

"Okay, I'll fight with you, but don't blame me for being injured."

"Of course not, it's you, if you can't beat it, admit defeat quickly." Mo Shengnan's arrogant rebuttal.

Meng De nodded, and with a movement of his palm, the Gabolga Demon Spear Martial Spirit turned a few times in his hand like a big windmill, and the tip of the spear was changed to face the ground.

With a spear in his hand, Meng De walked outside past Mo Shengnan.

Mo Shengnan glanced at it, and was about to follow, when he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked.

"Hey, Meng De, what is your soul power level?"

Well?

Q: What does this do?

Meng De was a little puzzled, but he still didn't hide it, and replied directly: "Thirty-first level, Weapon Martial Soul Battle Soul Venerable." ”

"What? It's only thirty-one?! ”

Mo Shengnan's voice was full of disappointment, she walked out the door, turned her head to look at Meng De, and patted Meng De on the shoulder.

"No need, I'm not going to fight, come back to me when you can reach level thirty-eight."

Since the last time Mo Shengnan ate the immortal grass given by Qian Fei'er, plus more than a month of cultivation, the soul power in Mo Shengnan's body has risen to level thirty-eight.

She is usually competitive and always wants to challenge various soul masters, but she has one principle, that is, the goal of the challenge must be at least the same as her soul power level, or the combat power she shows.

Otherwise, Mo Shengnan would not have duel with the other party.

However, it is a pity that she doesn't know the three black soul rings on Meng De's body, and if she does, I'm afraid that even if she uses a strong one, she will have to compete with Meng De.

After talking to himself, Mo Shengnan turned around and left Meng De's room.

Came to find a fight without permission, and took the initiative to leave?

Meng De looked at Mo Shengnan's back and was speechless.

That's it, anyway, the woman is gone, go out for a walk.

Thinking like this in his heart, Meng De put away his Gaborga curse magic spear martial spirit.

After moving his muscles slightly, Meng De walked in one direction of the corridor.

Not long after, he came to a small garden, and in the pavilion of the garden, Zi Jin, who was standing behind a mahogany pillar, gritted her teeth and looked in one direction.

Meng De followed her line of sight and saw Qian Linjue talking and laughing with the twins Mo Mingming and Mo Lingling, and were talking about some happy things.

Meng De turned his head, and Zi Jin's teeth grinded out a creaking sound.

It turned out to be jealous, and Meng De had some confusion in his heart.

Glancing at Zijin, he kindly reminded: "It's a waste of that beautiful face if you're angry every day." ”

Zi Jin didn't reply and said, "I want you to take care of it!" ”

Meng De smiled disappreciatively and continued to express his opinion.

"The anger on his face is so obvious, I'm afraid that no matter how good-tempered the handsome guy is, he will be scared away, this will not achieve the goal."

Zi Jin turned her head and looked Meng De up and down, and the anger on her face decreased slightly.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Meng De stood up and looked at Zi Jin again.

What a good woman, it's a pity......

That's it, help.

Meng De thought so in his heart, came to Zi Jin's side, bent down, and patted Zi Jin on the shoulder.

"You like that Qian Linjue very much, don't you? It's not going to go on like this and it's going to be fruitless, I'm telling you, if you want to attract a male ......"