Dugu Bo looked at the sudden brilliance in Tang San's eyes and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Little monster, you don't have a fever. Didn't you understand what I just said? Those soul bones are not something you can covet. "
Tang San didn't speak. As the saying goes, hearing is false and seeing is belief. He raised his right hand, and a faint blue light surged from the palm of his hand. Under his precise control, just a small blue silver grass emerged from the palm of his hand.
It's just that the blades of grass look no different from the wild Blue Silver Grass. The appearance of the martial soul also causes the soul ring to naturally emerge from the body.
Yellow, yellow, purple, and black, four soul rings quietly spiraled out. The yellow aura was bright and divine, the purple soul ring was intimidatingly noble, and the black soul ring was as deep as an abyss, full of awe.
The charm of people.
"You..." Dugu Bo suddenly stood up, looking at Tang San, his eyes were changing rapidly, and a fierce momentum suddenly burst out from his body, squeezing Tang San from all sides.
Under the influence of external pressure, the four soul rings on Tang San's body were blazing brightly, but only the blue silver grass in his palm was still swaying gently.
"No, this is impossible. " Dugu Bo rubbed his eyes vigorously, shook his head, and stared at the black soul ring on Tang San's body carefully.
Tang San smiled slightly and said: "Have you forgotten? What I am best at is making the impossible possible. Now, do you think it is possible for me to compete with the people from the Spirit Hall?"
Dugu Bo took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and said something that Tang San didn't expect, "Give up this competition. At your age, you still have the possibility of participating in the next competition. By then, you should
No one can be your opponent in leading the team. "
"Why give up?" Tang San's eyes widened.
Dugu Bo said solemnly: "If your strength was still the same as before, or if the fourth soul ring was only at the thousand-year level, I wouldn't worry about you, but it is different now. The fourth soul ring has reached the ten thousand-year level.
. It will bring you endless trouble. Do you think that Wuhun Palace will not notice you? If you were Wuhun Palace and met such a genius, what would you do? There are only two possibilities, conquer or destroy.
If my guess is correct, now your information is at least on the table of a platinum bishop. Wuhundian will not attack you behind your back, and they can definitely take advantage of this competition. Let you be fair and aboveboard on the competition stage.
Get killed. For Wuhundian, the rules of the competition are just a game that can be played. "
Tang San smiled bitterly and said: "So, you still don't think highly of me?"
Dugu Bo looked at him deeply, "There are three people in the Wuhun Palace who are called the golden generation. I don't know the specific situation, and I don't know what their martial souls and soul skills are. But there is one thing I can tell you.
You, among these three people, the one with the lowest soul power is level 51. The other two are at level 52. They are both only 23 or 24 years old. After they broke through level 50 and obtained the fifth soul ring,
At that time, he was awarded the Purple Record Medal of Wuhun Palace by the Pope himself, and also set a record for Wuhun Palace. And the other people who formed this team with them had no soul power lower than level 45. This is what I know
Everything."
Although Tang San had always known how powerful the Spirit Hall was, it wasn't until this moment that he understood how terrifying the Spirit Hall was.
Level 50, or three levels of 50..., and the rest are all level 45 or above. What does this mean?
Although Tang San was confident in himself, what he saw now was indeed an insurmountable gap. The opponent's lowest level was higher than his own highest level. Can such an opponent really be defeated?
Looking at Tang San's stunned eyes, Dugu Bo sighed and said: "At your age, your current level is even more terrifying than theirs, not to mention you have an external soul bone. Don't think too much, there are plenty of opportunities.
. As long as you don’t take detours, you will surpass them one day. ”
Tang San suddenly laughed. Perhaps it was because he had untied the knot in his heart under Dugu Bo's wake-up call, but at this moment, his heart was extremely clear.
"Old monster, didn't you just say that? For a soul master, confidence is important. If I really avoid the battle this time, the blow to my confidence will be unimaginable. So what if I lose?
Even if we can't defeat them, can't we protect ourselves? Only by fighting with all our strength can we know the gap between the two sides. I will not give up. "
Looking at Tang San, there was something in Dugu Bo's eyes unconsciously, "Forget it. I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. You can do whatever you want. I'll leave first. I came all the way back and I haven't eaten yet. I'm going to look for food.
. "
After saying that, a green light flashed, and Dugu Bo's tall figure disappeared.
Warmth spread in his chest. As soon as Dugu Bo came back, he looked at himself first. It was definitely not because of those few soul-hunting souls, but because of his concern for himself. From the initial strong wariness, to now he is completely defenseless.
Although the age difference between the two was several times different, from Dugu Bo, Tang San felt the same affection as the master, and even had a bit more of a friendship between friends. This must be a friendship that has lasted for many years.
After Dugu Bo left, the first thing Tang San did was not to practice or think, but to sleep.
Staying awake for two days and two nights had already exhausted his spirit. Without enough rest, how could he start testing his idea? So, he chose to sleep without hesitation. And he quickly fell asleep.
…
The splendid platinum main classroom covers an area of more than 200 square meters. The spacious interior is filled with various treasures.
Salas was sitting behind his exaggeratedly large and gorgeous desk. In front of him, there was a document, a document transferred from Notting City.
It has to be said that Wuhun Temple is still very efficient, but within a month, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the required documents from the Wuhun Temple registration files in various cities.
Salas had read this document for the seventh time, but he still couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him was real.
The document in front of him was the information of a soul master. This soul master's name was: Tang San.
The information is very detailed, from the first time Tang San registered at the Spirit Hall to confirm his identity as a spirit master, to every time he received a spirit master subsidy and every time his title was improved after adding a spirit ring, every detail was included.
What kind of soul ring to obtain, what level of soul power, these are not the reasons for Salas to read the information seven times. The reason why he read it so many times is actually just to look at that number, which represents age.
.
Fourteen years old, only fourteen years old. There are still a few months before the age of fifteen. A soul sect above level 40. A fourteen-year-old soul sect. The fourth soul ring is still at the ten thousand year level.
Salas slapped his forehead and really didn't want to believe that this was true.
Standing up, Salas walked to the bookcase behind his desk, raised his hand and pulled a thick book on the bookshelf. With a rattling sound, the bookcase slowly moved to the side, revealing the wall.
There is a square metal plate on the wall, exuding a faint fluctuation of soul power. It is obvious that this metal plate is a soul guide. Press your right palm, and suddenly, a layer of faint red light emits from the metal plate.
, instantly covering Salas’ palm.
There was another sound of machine tools, and the metal plate slowly retracted, revealing a square space. The space was not large, only one square foot, and a stack of documents was placed inside.
Salas flipped through it briefly and pulled out a copy. This document was marked top secret.
There were only three pieces of paper in the document bag, with three pieces of information on them. Salas searched the information carefully and quickly found what he needed.
"Fifteen years old, sixteen years old, sixteen years old. The youngest of the three of them will not reach level 40 soul power until he is fifteen years old. "
Closing the document with a bang, Salas quickly closed the secret compartment, strode back to his desk, picked up Tang San's document again, and took a fancy to that number for the eighth time.
"One year older than the golden generation, Blue Silver Grass, useless martial soul? It's really interesting. Fortunately, he is only Blue Silver Grass. But this Tang San's soul power is rising too fast. He is born with full soul power.
Blue Silver Grass. It seems that it must be mutated. "
Salas was obviously not affected by Emperor Xueye's tough attitude today. He took a pen and quickly wrote a letter. Five words were left on the envelope, top secret, Pope's letter.
…
As night fell, a slender figure quietly slipped into the woods behind Shrek Academy, moving quickly on a familiar road, carrying a wooden box in his hand.
She was very fast, and every time her long legs exerted force, she would send her body at least five meters away. In a short while, the wooden house in the forest was already in sight.
The body bounced up and crossed the fence quietly. The two people had already reached the door of the wooden house.
She sneaked into the wooden house quietly, and before she could make any move, a tough bluesilver grass had quietly wrapped around her long legs. A deep voice sounded from the darkness, "Who?"
"Brother, it's me. "
As that sweet sound sounded, the Bluesilver Grass quietly receded, and Tang San lit the oil lamp in the wooden house.