"Wang Sheng, master, if I don't fight today, you are looking for teeth all over the ground, and I won't be surnamed Liu."

I saw Liu Long's face cold, and he took a quick step forward, and the long stick in his hand suddenly covered the top of his head, and smashed it hard at Wang Sheng.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng's body also lit up with soul power, and an illusory tiger took shape behind him, crossed his arms to meet him, and directly slammed into the opponent's long stick.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound from the place of engagement.

"Little San, do you think Wang Sheng can win this time?" Xiao Wu tilted her head towards Tang San and asked softly.

Hearing this, Tang San shook his head and said, "It is estimated that it will be difficult!" Liu Long's martial soul is a stick, and it has a certain restraint effect on Wang Sheng's martial soul battle tiger, and it is difficult for Wang Sheng to get close to him, so he can only be beaten passively. ”

"Huh? So what to do? Could it be that we just watched Wang Sheng lose? Xiao Wu was a little unwilling, according to her inner thoughts, she naturally didn't want to lose a game.

"It's okay, aren't there still the two of us here, even if Wang Sheng and the others really lose, the last two games will be played by the two of us, and we can still win it." Tang San was very optimistic, after all, it was a best-of-three game, as long as it was them who won in the end.

In the field, the battle between Liu Long and Wang Sheng continued.

"Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng, you really don't have a long memory, my martial soul is a stick, you dare to come up and fight me!" Liu Long pursed his lips and said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the long stick in Liu Long's hand hit Wang Sheng's chest again, despite the protection of soul power, but this stick came down, Wang Sheng's chest was still smashed by the opponent's long stick and made a bloody mark.

"Ahh Wang Sheng let out a miserable scream.

Liu Long didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, and then, another smash came out, this time directly on Wang Sheng's waist, smashing his body to the left.

Wang Sheng's martial soul is a beast martial soul, and his strength and agility are obviously stronger than his opponent's, but the loss is that he can't have a soul ring now, and he can't possess a martial soul. When encountering an opponent like Liu Long who uses a long stick martial spirit, he is also used by the opponent to take advantage of the characteristics of one inch long and one inch strong, and he has no power to fight back.

The good thing is that Wang Sheng's martial soul is a beast martial soul, and his ability to resist attacks is much stronger than that of ordinary soul masters.

"Whew!"

In the continuous tiger roar, Wang Sheng's soul power has become weaker and weaker, and his whole body is also blue and purple. In the end, Wang Sheng also took advantage of the fact that his soul power had not been completely exhausted and launched the last wave of offensive.

Liu Long saw Wang Sheng counterattacking, and his face also became solemn. The long stick in his hand swung rapidly, and seven or eight slammed sticks smashed directly on Wang Sheng's head, chest, and weakest waist.

"Bang!"

In the end, another smack smashed on Wang Sheng's head, these attacks, Liu Long can be said to be a force, Wang Sheng was finally beaten and fainted.

"......" Wang Sheng is full of stars.

"Humph! We lost the first game, and the next game, junior, you go up. ”

Xiao Wu walked out with a gloomy face, and with a slight wave of his small hand, he motioned to the other work-study students to carry back Wang Sheng, who had fainted and fallen to the ground.

As soon as the words fell, Tang San picked up a few small pebbles from the ground, quietly held them in his hands, and then walked out.

"Tang San, first-year work-study student, martial soul, blue silver grass. Thirteenth-level one-ring instrument soul master. ”

When Tang San reported that his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, Xiao Chenyu and the noble children behind him all burst into laughter at the same time.

But when they heard Tang San's martial soul level, their smiling faces immediately froze, and a few of them even opened their mouths wide, looking at Tang San like looking at a monster.

"What did you just say? How many levels do you say? ”

Xiao Chenyu looked at Tang San coldly, the contempt and disdain on his face had disappeared at this moment, replaced by a dignified face.

"Thirteenth level, one-ring soul master."

As he spoke, Tang San slowly raised his right hand, and the faint blue silver grass grew out of his palm, and a circle of bright yellow soul rings rose from under Tang San's feet, circling around his body and pulsing up and down.

"Hundred... Centennial Soul Ring? The crowd was amazed.

Xiao Chenyu gasped, originally he was going to let Ling Feng go on this scene, but judging from the current situation, he had to go on it himself.

The appearance of the soul ring on Tang San's body can be said to subvert the cognition of these students, after all, a six or seven-year-old child can cultivate to the realm of a soul master, which has never appeared in the entire history of Notting Academy.

"Boss, what are you afraid of, his martial soul is just a waste martial soul blue silver grass." Ling Feng saw that Xiao Chenyu was a little frightened, and couldn't help but give him courage.

"Stupid, shut up for me, you're bullshit." Xiao Chenyu snorted coldly, interrupted Ling Feng's words, and then leaned into his ear and whispered, "You go and invite Boss Su over to me." ”

Hearing this, Ling Feng nodded slightly, quietly retreated, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Xiao Chenyu has been the boss of Notting Academy for a few years, plus he is the son of the city lord of Notting City, his knowledge is naturally not shallow, and now he can also see that Tang San is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he hurriedly called someone to move the rescuers.

"Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-grade student, a martial spirit, a wolf. Eleventh-level one-ring battle soul master. ”

After speaking, a faint blue light emerged from Xiao Chenyu's body, and then, a white soul ring rose from under his feet, the muscles on his body began to expand rapidly, and finally his eyes turned pale green, and an illusory wolf shadow was formed behind him.

Reporting his martial soul and rank is a kind of respect for his opponent.

"Let's do it!" Tang San said nonchalantly.

At this time, it had reached the point where the arrow was ready to be fired, and Xiao Chenyu could only bite the bullet, slam on the ground, and then pounce towards Tang San.

In the face of Xiao Chenyu's attack, Tang San also gathered Xuantian Gong in his palms at the moment, and then urged out the Xuanyu hand to directly meet Xiao Chenyu's wolf claws.

"Hmph, stupid, what if you have a hundred-year soul ring, it's not that you lack combat experience, you dare to use your hands to fight my wolf claws, it's like looking for death."

Seeing that Tang San dared to touch his wolf claws with his hand, the corners of Xiao Chenyu's mouth also lifted a touch of disdain, and he secretly said in his heart.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

In the next second, Xiao Chenyu's claws collided with Tang San's palms.

Suddenly, a circle of strong air generated by the collision between the two people directly dispersed from the collision, making the feet of the surrounding spectators a little unstable.

After the hand-to-hand, Xiao Chenyu only felt that Tang San's hands were as hard as iron, and no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he couldn't tear them apart.

Tang San divided his hands, pinched Xiao Chenyu's wrist with his backhand, leaned forward slightly, and kicked on the latter's lower abdomen, and in an instant, Xiao Chenyu's body fell directly out a few meters away.

"That's the end of it."

"Blue Silver Grass, Entangled."

Tang San's face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly.

PS: Commuter pass, recommended ticket.