Chapter 11 Haotian Appears The Mirror System Opens
Jiang Siming climbed up from the water to the shore. He used his soul power to evaporate the water from his body. Before he had taken two steps, a big hand suddenly came up and pushed him back into the water.
"I'm going to play with you? What's the situation?" Jiang Siming was confused for a while. But he didn't feel murderous, so he didn't think much about it. He raised his head again and was about to curse, but when he saw the other person, he immediately suppressed what he wanted to say.
.
"Hao, Uncle Hao. Why is it you?" Jiang Siming said awkwardly.
Jiang Siming originally thought that if Zhao Wuji didn't take action, Tang Hao would not appear again. He didn't expect that he would come looking for him. Sure enough, he hit the younger one and the older one came.
"Follow me." After saying that, Tang Hao walked towards the woods on his own.
Jiang Siming looked helpless and could only bite the bullet and follow.
Deep in the woods.
"Huh!" Suddenly, Jiang Siming felt a pressure coming over him.
"Pay attention to your feelings and use your soul power." Tang Hao's voice sounded.
Jiang Siming sat on the ground and circulated his soul power.
"This is the strength of Titled Douluo. Just a hint of coercion makes my soul power run a little slower."
A quarter of an hour passed, the pressure disappeared, and Jiang Siming opened his eyes. He broke through level 30.
"Ding, sign in for the mission and get a ten-thousand-year soul ring in the Sunset Forest."
Jiang Siming slowly stood up and looked directly at Tang Hao.
"You don't seem to be surprised to see me at all." Tang Hao's voice without any emotion sounded again.
"You don't need to answer, everyone has their own secret. Just like you asked the mistress to give me the elixir. Thank you for the elixir." Tang Hao said again.
"My mistress trusts you very much, and I hope you won't do anything to hurt him." Tang Hao spoke again, with a hint of hidden pleading and tenderness in his words.
"Uncle Hao, I don't know what you are going to do. I know you are definitely not an ordinary person. But Uncle Hao, what really makes Xiaosan sad is your sudden departure. Xiaosan's mind is much more mature than you think. In fact, he has
You are very worried. Your leaving has been a big blow to him. After all, you are his only relative in this world." Jiang Siming said unbearably, after all, growing up with Tang San, it is impossible not to have feelings.
"I know, it seems that Xiaosan did not misjudge you. You are indeed worthy of trust. But you and Xiaosan I have to face are still powerless. I want to get back what Xiaosan and I lost." Tang Hao's eyes were extremely determined.
"Uncle Hao, I know I can't stop you. Here are three pills. They are the same as the ones I gave you last time. I hope you can make the right choice." Jiang Siming said, throwing out three pills.
"Thank you, Siming." After saying that, Tang Hao jumped up and left.
Jiang Siming sighed helplessly. When reading the original work, Jiang Siming still couldn't bear the part where Tang Hao cut off the bones and returned them to the sect. The Haotian Douluo who was so high-spirited back then became a cripple. It's really
It makes people sigh.
Jiang Siming didn't know whether the elixir he gave him could cure Tang Hao's old injury. Maybe after the injury healed, he would have the confidence to do what he wanted to do. Jiang Siming was not a virgin bitch, and certainly not ruthless.
A righteous person. Those tragedies that are destined to happen, Jiang Siming believes that man can conquer nature.
The appearance of Tang Hao suddenly made Jiang Siming feel pressure. At this moment, Jiang Siming realized that the time for a peaceful life was running out. After a long period of easy life and no rivals, Jiang Siming had already forgotten that this continent
of cruelty.
The end of the Soul Master Competition is also the time for Jiang Siming to make a decision. What Jiang Siming has to do now is to become as strong as possible.
Night gradually falls.
Jiang Siming returned to his dormitory and began his evening meditation practice.
"Ding, I feel the host's strong desire to become stronger. Turn on the mirror combat system."
Jiang Siming, who was meditating, gradually fell into a dream. When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast white space.
"Damn, what's going on? Am I dead or ascending to heaven?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating the mirror world."
"System, you said I'm in the mirror world? Is it in another world?" Jiang Siming asked rhetorically.
"Ding, this world is a virtual world, specially designed to train the host's actual combat capabilities. Do you want to enable mirror training?" the system's mechanical voice sounded.
"Is it so magical? Then I will fight ten." Jiang Siming said in a middle-level manner.
"Ding, friendly reminder, the mirror is a copy of the host. Its purpose is to find out the shortcomings of the host itself. All the abilities of the host are possessed by the copy."
"Ding, the image is generated successfully, the number of generated is ten. The array has ten seconds, the preparation time starts counting down."
"Ten, nine, eight,..."
Ten people who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Siming.
"Holy shit, it's so lifelike. He is just as handsome as me." Jiang Siming said narcissistically.
Jiang Siming was preparing to examine it carefully.
"The timer is over, let's start training."
"Pa" one of the mirror images punched Jiang Siming on the chest. Jiang Siming flew backwards instantly.
"Damn, what's going on? I'm not ready yet. My fist really hurts." Jiang Siming squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
Just as Jiang Siming stood firm, the mirror image of Jiang Siming's fist struck him again.
Jiang Siming blocked it with his left hand, and just when he was about to feel proud, his vision suddenly went dark. Another Jiang Siming's fist hit him in the face.
"It hurts," Jiang Siming cried bitterly.
"Okay, you pirates. Let me beat you up."
Zhenjiang Siming released his martial spirit, the Immortal-killing Sword in his left hand, and the Immortal-killing Sword in his right hand. He waved his left and right hands at the same time, and in an instant, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.
Before Jiang Siming could feel proud, the shadows of ten East Emperor Bells stood in front of him, blocking all the sword energy.
"This is really the same!" Jiang Siming wailed.
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have pretended to be cool. It's hard to beat ten of them. One of them is enough. Why didn't I realize that I was so powerful?" Jiang Siming even flattered himself invisibly.
Jiang Siming spent the whole night being beaten brutally.
the next day.
During his daily morning exercises, Zhao Wuji faced a very crazy Jiang Siming. He felt helpless for a while.
"I haven't offended him recently, just like I robbed his wife." Zhao Wuji finally escaped from the battle with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
At this time, Jiang Siming was also miserable. Although Zhao Wuji did not fight with all his strength, Soul Saint's strength was there, and the two of them were hurting each other. The other people who had gotten up early in the morning to run looked confused.
"Brother Siming, what's going on? It's like he changed a person overnight. Did Teacher Zhao do something to him?" Ma Hongjun said wretchedly.
"Fat man! As an older brother, I feel it is my duty to improve your strength." Jiang Siming stood up staggeringly and said fiercely.
Seeing Jiang Siming's nose and face swollen, several other people finally couldn't hold back their laughter. Even the cold Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but chuckle.
"It seems that you all need my love and care." Jiang Siming said and rushed towards the crowd.