Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Fire of the Soul

"Ahem!"

Tang Jinbiao sighed, and after a full half a moment, he continued: "Huang Biaozi, no matter what, let's follow the agreement last night, ten thousand years, ten thousand years later!"

I don't know why, although Tang Jinbiao is not as disgusted with the deception that Huang Biaozi said at the beginning, he has always had an intuition that tells him that he can't agree now, otherwise there will be some accidents, there will be some unpredictable accidents, although the 10,000-year agreement feels like it is far away, but he vaguely feels that the 10,000-year year seems to be just a blink of an eye.

"Ahem, well, since you say so, then I can only wait, but from today onwards, if you want to refine your body, I will guide you wholeheartedly, and when your life is in danger, I will also possess the body again, but under normal circumstances, I will not help you do things again, because my soul fire seems to have dried up recently, if I help you again, I am afraid that I will fall into a deep sleep again!"

After Huang Biaozi saw that Tang Jinbiao didn't mean to agree, he just sighed and said.

"Huh, soul fire, what's that?"

Tang Jinbiao was slightly stunned, and immediately asked rhetorically.

"Well, the soul fire, that is a magical power, I can't say how to describe it, I can only make a simple analogy with you, this soul fire can probably be said to be the existence of a person's soul, just like there are many people around us, everyone's surname is different, some are optimistic and cheerful, some are silent, we say that it is a person's surname, in fact, that is the manifestation of the soul fire, the soul fire burns vigorously, the surname will be more cheerful, the vitality will also be more vigorous, the soul fire will burn dimly, then the surname will be more low-key, and the performance of vitality will not be so strongOf course, this is not absolute, because some people are very gloomy on the surface, but in fact, the heart is very hot, so the soul fire will be more vigorous, but anyway, this soul fire is a magical power, only if it exists, you will exist, if it disappears, then you disappear! A person's death does not mean the disappearance of the soul fire, as long as there is a person in this world who still remembers him, then his soul fire will not disappear, as long as there is any trace of him, as long as the trace does not disappear, then his soul fire will not disappear, in other words, in fact, in this world, few people will really die, their death is only a formality, just a kind of ** Therefore, after having this premise, countless powerful monks will sometimes work hard to resurrect a person, but even with such hope, how easy is it to resurrect a person? The composition of each person is similar, and each person's head is a pile of flesh to put it bluntly, but it is that pile of flesh that produces thousands of souls, and produces one after another people with different surnames......

When Huang Biaozi was halfway through speaking, he couldn't help but stop, paused, sighed, and continued: "Cough, anyway, to put it bluntly, nothing will be immortal, so you must find a goal for yourself to fight for a lifetime, even if you can't find a goal for your life, you must find the goal that supports your struggle!" That kind of goal can be very simple, for example, if you eat a steamed bun today, you decide that you must work hard, you will eat a meat bun tomorrow, you will eat two the day after tomorrow, you will eat roast chicken next week, or even simpler than this, as long as you have that goal, of course, it can also be very difficult, such as becoming a god! Haha, of course, this is a joke, but I hope you understand, no matter what path you choose, I will support you, as for the matter of my soul fire, you don't have to worry, I am immortal, even if it is consumed, it will only fall into a deep sleep, and it will be fine after a while!"

After Huang Biaozi finished speaking, Tang Jinbiao stood there stunned, this was a bit long, he just wanted to know what the soul fire was, but Huang Biaozi said such a thing for no reason, and somehow, Huang Biaozi has been talking a lot recently, and it is also a bit of a chatter, which is unpredictable, and he can't help muttering in his heart: "This Huang Biaozi doesn't seem to be quite right recently, it can't be something wrong, right?"

......

"Hit, kill!"

"You're welcome!"

"Haha, two teasing 13!"

When Tang Jinbiao slowly digested Huang Biaozi's words, the people above the square platform were still fighting, and those people under the square platform also seemed to be tirelessly coaxing.

Woohoo!

Bang bang bang!

Boom Boom!

The people who are fighting now on the square platform have changed from the fourth layer of condensation to the sixth layer of condensing qi, and their strength has far exceeded the small fights like Tang Ao and Tang Yun at the beginning, and there are some fighting scenes that monks should have, those fireballs are constantly flying in the square platform, bursting out of bursts of strong explosions, and strange flying swords, flying forks, sledgehammers, shields, and big bells are gradually emerging in endlessly, and the sound of ping-pong is non-stop, and the fight is indistinguishable.

However, for these things, Tang Jinbiao didn't have the heart to watch it at all, and what he was most worried about now was Huang Biaozi.

Nine months is not a long time, but it is enough to make friends!

Since these days, although Huang Biaozi has been instigating Tang Jinbiao to learn some deception, and scolded a few words from time to time, although Tang Jinbiao did not agree, the relationship between the two is still improving day by day, and each other's surnames have also been thoroughly understood by seven or eight points.

Bang!

"Ahh

There was a loud bang, and then a young man who looked to be in his twenties was blasted out of the square platform by another monk and fell heavily to the ground.

"Six layers of condensation, the fifth game, Tang Xing Mo wins! The sixth game begins!"

This time it was not the great elder who shouted, but another old man, but Tang Jinbiao was not familiar with it, it seemed that it should be the two elders.

Woohoo!

Immediately afterward, two more monks from the sixth layer of condensing qi rushed to the square platform, nodded in expression, and began to fight again.

Time passed minute by minute, and before you knew it, the day was over.

After a day of competition, more than half of the more than 200 people who originally participated in the competition were left, and only about 100 people remained, waiting for tomorrow's competition.

At this time, Tang Jinbiao walked with the several body refiners who had also been reduced to outcasts, and were about to go home.

"Brother Biao, are we really going to come tomorrow? Why don't we use it? You can also see those people today, half of the remaining people are descendants of the lineage, not only are the exercises more advanced than ours, but tomorrow there will definitely be parents to give some life-saving means and hole cards, and it is just a humiliation for coming here!"

One of the teenagers raised his head and looked at Tang Jinbiao, his eyes revealing a sense of uneasiness and compromise.

Because he was older than them, Tang Jinbiao was almost a head taller than this group of young boys, and his cultivation was also the highest, so he naturally became the leader of their small group, and after a day of familiarity, he was not so outward.

The young man who spoke just now is named Tang Hu, and he is also an unfortunate child who was abandoned by God, he was born without any spiritual roots, and his parents are not descendants of the Tang family, so he has been in a gloomy environment for more than ten years, but his surname is not dark, but he is a little cowardly, a little timid and afraid, and some retreat.

"Well, Brother Biao, Brother Tiger is right, we still don't want to come tomorrow, right?"

"Brother Biao, we are no better than those descendants, even if we abstain, we won't say anything, besides, we are used to being ridiculed, and we don't have anything. ”

"Brother Biao!"

The remaining three teenagers also agreed to Tang Hu's proposal one by one, and once again retreated.

In fact, people are like this, if they are hit too much, then when they encounter difficulties, they will think of escaping, they will doubt themselves, even if the difficulties are only insignificant, but they will also do not do well because they doubt themselves!

But on the contrary, there is such a type of people, who are always inexplicably successful, they themselves don't know why they succeed, it seems that there is really a darling of God, they succeed again and again, and they succeed again and again, so that one day when they suddenly fail, they will also point the finger at others, and even the whole world!

"No, tomorrow you can't be left behind, you haven't even started the competition and you retreat, so how can you do it? We body cultivators have always paid attention to a tenacious perseverance, have you forgotten the kind of pain you practiced at the beginning? Have you forgotten the kind of hardships you experienced again and again when you reached the limit? How can you give up so simply? Is it just because you see the so-called results? Who told you that those descendants will definitely win? And who told you that your fate is in the hands of others? Do you have to live in the shadow that others have arranged for you all the time? Do you want to be a slave for the rest of your life? Tang Hu, how much strength do you think you have now, don't you even have the courage to deal with a little monk with a condensed fourth-layer?"

After Tang Jinbiao heard the words of these little boys, the nameless anger in his heart was even more touched.

The last thing he likes to hear is such words, because similar words, he has heard too much in his original world, even to the point of numbness, but he still didn't expect that in such a world, there are still people who will say such things, of course, maybe because he doesn't know enough about this world, right?