Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 78

swoosh~
Under the pitch-black night sky, four figures swiftly passed by, bringing up several blades of grass and flying around.

While running with all his strength, Wang Mo glanced back at the two Soul Sects following behind him.

Those are two middle-aged men, their talents can't be said to be good, they can only be said to be very poor.

Obviously it is a four-ring soul sect, and the best soul ring configuration can absorb two thousand-year soul rings, but they don't even have a purple soul ring.

At the same time, Wang Mo sighed secretly, the first soul ring that Snake Lance Douluo got for him back then was really very useful.

If you can fight well, you can fight, but if you can't fight, you can run.

Coupled with his operation and awareness, it is simply a magical skill tailored for him.

After chasing for about a minute, the two soul sects suddenly discovered that the distance between the two parties was not only not close, but was getting farther and farther.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

how can that be!

Four rings chasing two rings, even if their spirit rings are not the best soul ring ratio, the distance will not be further and further away.

The powerful aura behind him was already approaching quickly, and it would not take a moment to catch up. The two looked a little hesitant, whether they should give up their soul bones and leave.

After all, although soul bones are good, you have to have your life to get them.

The two of them had already conceived the idea of ​​retreating.

However, at this moment, Wang Mo, who was running for his life in front of him, suddenly turned his head and looked over, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Hey, are you guys dying, do you want me to stop and wait for you?"

A small two-ringed soul master dared to be so arrogant, openly mocking their two four-ringed soul masters.

Hard!

Fist hard!

The two soul sects looked at each other, and couldn't help but uttered harsh words.

"Stand still kid in front, what kind of soul master is he who only knows how to run? If you have the ability, stop and let's compete one-on-one!"

Have the ability to stop?
Sorry, we are a little soul master with two rings, we don't have that ability at all.

Wang Mo turned his head and looked them up and down in surprise. "I don't know if running away counts as a soul master, but two soul sects chased a big soul master, so this is a soul master?"

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Seeing that this kid wasn't fooled at all, the two wild soul sects looked at each other and stopped immediately.

"Brother, when you come out to mess around, you have to talk about your power and your background. We were the ones who were killed today. Let's make a difference, and the future will be brighter."

As he spoke, he did not wait for Wang Mo to reply.

The two rushed towards the wilderness on both sides, one left and one right.

Seeing this, Wang Mo suddenly stopped running forward, and stood quietly on the spot, watching the backs of the two of them moving away in silence.

As expected of a wild soul master in the wild, he retreated immediately if he couldn't do anything.

Being able to bend and stretch can't be fooled at all.

The next moment, with a whistling sound of wind, the Dream God Machine surrounded by eight soul rings suddenly descended, and the terrifying coercion swept wildly.

"There's no one here, who are you pretending to see here?"

Wang Mo rolled his eyes. "Eight-ringed Soul Douluo can't even catch up with two fourth-ringed Soul Sects. Isn't it too obvious to let the water go?"

"Nonsense, what is releasing water? This old man wants to see what kind of potential you can unleash in the face of crisis!" Meng Shenji retorted loudly, the matter of Contra, can that be called releasing water!

I have harvested a soul bone. Although I don't know its specific quality and age, Wang Mo is in a good mood and doesn't care about it.

In fact, Wang Mo somewhat understood what Meng Shenji was thinking.

It is really too difficult for a soul master without a powerful background to survive on the mainland if he does not do evil.

As long as it is not a big treachery, there is no need to take his life.

Of course, the premise is that you can't tell the difference between big and small kings like the soul emperor who walked without the slightest pain.

"By the way, Chief, you came after me. Is there anything wrong with the camp?" Wang Mo asked as he walked back.

Meng Shenji's expression changed suddenly upon hearing this.

After dealing with the Soul Emperor, he followed Wang Mo's side, just glanced at the evenly matched situation in the camp.

To be honest, there were three or four soul kings present there. Although the accompanying teachers were all at the soul king level, there were still eleven rookie students who were powerless to a soul king. !

Putting one hand on Wang Mo's shoulder, Mengshenji raised his breath and rushed towards the camp.

The strong wind hit his face, making Wang Mo unable to open his eyes.

There was a whirring wind in my ears.

Sure enough, the gap between Soul Douluo and Title Douluo was not so big. When Porcupine Douluo took him away before, there was no such strong wind that hit people's cheeks so painfully.

Pretty much just a few ups and downs.

The two had already returned to the camp where the bonfire was scattered.

The invading powerful enemy no longer knew where it was. Qin Ming, the teacher who led the team, was standing on the edge of the camp with his arms folded, keeping watch.

The other teachers accompanying them sat cross-legged together to recover the consumed soul power.

A group of students were picking up the scattered firewood that was swept away by the aftermath of the battle, and Ye Lingling was holding up her martial soul to recover the injuries of several teachers who had recovered their soul power.

"Chief, you are back."

Seeing Mengshenji bring Wang Mo back, Qin Ming finally let go of the big rock hanging in his heart.

When the others heard the words, they also looked over one after another.

"Wang Mo, are you okay? It was really too dangerous before, why did you put it away by yourself?"

Although there was a little blame in the words of everyone, they all showed great concern on their faces.

"You have the nerve to say so."

Wang Mo had a heartbroken expression on his face. "I wanted to pass it to you at the time, but do you have anyone to pick it up? Everyone avoids me like a snake and a scorpion. I see through you, see through, it's all plastic brotherhood!"

"No, that's not the case." Ye Lingling waved her hands, with a little anxiety in her big eyes.

"Primary sister, I didn't mention you."

Stepping forward and pulling her to look up and down a few times, Wang Mo looked nervous. "You're not hurt?"

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Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

One side is plastic brotherhood, one side is not hurt, right?

They are both classmates, so the gap between you is too big!

"Okay, okay, clean up quickly, and continue to light the fire." Meng Shenji waved his hand speechlessly.

The fact that the chief didn't say anything didn't mean Qin Ming couldn't say anything.

After making sure that the primary school sister was not bumping, Wang Mo was about to go over to start a fire with the others, when Qin Ming's ancient well-free voice sounded from the side immediately.

"Wang Mo, come with me."

The two came to the edge of the camp, looked at Qin Ming who turned around and looked back at him, Wang Mo touched his nose.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Lao Qin?"

What's with you?

"What happened to you before? Can you use your brain when you make a choice next time? Didn't you know what happened at that time? If you angered those people, if they take students as hostages"

Taking half a step back slightly, to prevent Qin Ming from spraying his face with flying saliva, Wang Mo didn't speak, and acted like he was being educated humbly throughout the whole process.

After talking for five or six minutes, Qin Ming almost drool.

Looking up at the obedient Wang Mo in front of him, Qin Ming nodded in satisfaction, feeling that his teaching had achieved results. "If you encounter this kind of thing again next time, do you know what to do?"

Wang Mo nodded repeatedly.

He already knew he was wrong, but he dared to do it next time!
If a reprimand could be exchanged for a soul bone, he would be willing to be scolded every day, three times a day.

(End of this chapter)