Douluo's dragon fist

Chapter 32 Tool Soul Master and Beast Soul Master

Notting College, Back Hill.

The senior team is called Wei Biao.

Wei Biao let out a soft drink, a pale golden light appeared on the palm of his hand, and a stick about six feet long appeared in his hand.

The yellow soul ring floated up.

It turned out that his Wuhun, like Ma Ning, was a long stick.

A level [-] martial soul and soul master.

"Wang Sheng, it seems that the last time I repaired you was not enough, this time I will repair you well, so that you will have a long memory!"

Wei Biao's voice suddenly increased, as if he wanted to deter his opponent with his momentum.

It turned out that the two had fought against each other before, and Wang Sheng had been defeated by him.

"That was then, this time is this time, before the outcome is decided, there is no need to say such cruel words."

Wang Sheng tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and calmly faced the challenge.

"Hmph, who can't say big words, just wait a while and go to the infirmary!"

As Wei Biao said, he stepped forward, holding the golden stick in both hands, and smashed towards Wang Sheng's face.

"Zhanhu, possessed!"

Wang Sheng let out a soft shout, and with the addition of a powerful beast martial soul, his muscles suddenly swelled up and became much stronger.

Seeing the long stick coming at him, Wang Sheng blocked it with his thick right arm.

"Uh!"

Wang Sheng screamed, and received a solid blow on his right arm, and a stick mark appeared.

Since entering school, Wang Sheng has not stopped practicing. He thought that he could block this blow with his strong body and strong martial soul power, but he still overestimated himself.

"Boy, it seems that the last failure hasn't made you grow up yet. Do you think that you can block my blow when your soul power improves?"

Wei Biao said, waving the golden stick, and then moved forward a little, hitting Wang Sheng's abdomen.

Wang Sheng had more than enough strength but not enough agility. Although his opponent was not as strong as him, he had used the long stick for a long time, and he mastered it very well.

"Oh hoo!"

There was a roar of a tiger in the void, and Wang Sheng rushed up like a tiger descending a mountain.

Wei Biao swept out another shadow of a stick and hit his opponent.

It is also fortunate that Wang Sheng's Zhanhu Wuhun is thick-skinned and resistant to fighting. If it were an ordinary first-year work-study student, I am afraid that he would not be able to stand up with two sticks.

"Wang Sheng looks like he's working hard."

At this time, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who were watching the battle, heard a familiar voice.

He Qi and Tang San came not far away.

Xiao Wu: "Brother He Qi, third brother, you old guys are bullying us."

He Qi said: "We probably know what's going on. We don't bully others, but we must never let others bully us. If people offend me, I will definitely offend them."

Zhu Zhuqing said unhurriedly: "My thoughts are the same as yours."

Xiao Wu: "Yeah, Brother He Qi, those nasty guys actually let me be their pet, how can this be tolerated."

"Ok?"

He Qi regards Xiao Wu as his own younger sister, and those older people will naturally make him angry when they say that.

Tang San said: "It seems that Wang Sheng has no intention of leaving the stage, he clearly wants to fight that guy one-on-one, let's take a look first."

As Tang San said, even though Wang Sheng's tiger body was bruised all over by his opponent, he didn't intend to retreat at all.

Up to this moment, he hadn't hurt Wei Biao even a single hair.

"Wang Sheng, come on!" Xiao Wu shouted loudly.

It seemed that the cheering voice of the girl gave him confidence, Wang Sheng looked at Wei Biao with a straight face, as if he had made some kind of determination in his heart.

Then rushed up desperately.

"How many times, you always don't have a long memory."

As Wei Biao spoke, he swung his long stick like flowing clouds and flowing water, hitting Wang Sheng's body continuously.

Unexpectedly, Wang Sheng didn't hide this time, he endured the pain and rushed forward.

Wei Biao's pupils tightened, but he couldn't move the stick in his hand as if stuck in cement.

Wang Sheng's left hand has already grasped his long staff.

The power of the beast spirit is not comparable to that of ordinary weapon soul masters.

"It's not good!"

Wei Biao realized the terrible situation in front of him, but it seemed too late.

The yellow soul ring on Wang Sheng's body moved quickly.

Its tiger-like body swelled even more.

Wang Sheng is holding a long stick in his left hand, and his right hand is ready to go.

"The first soul skill Tiger Claw Strike!"

The right hand has completely turned into a tiger claw.

When it was swung out, it cut through the air.

In the void, it was like a tiger roaring in the depths of the forest.

The fierce tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified.

This blow hit Wei Biao firmly between the chest and abdomen.

Wei Biao spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his whole body flew out like a torn sack.

Generally speaking, tool soul masters do not have as good defensive power as beast soul masters.

Like these two people.

Wang Sheng may rely on his willpower to resist Wei Biao's dozens of sticks, but Wei Biao may not be able to resist Wang Sheng's claws.

Of course, this is when the level difference between the two is not too far.

Wang Sheng's thirteenth grade, Wei Biao's fifteenth grade, the difference between the two is two grades.

In the first match, Wang Sheng narrowly won.

He finally defeated the people who had been suppressing him all this time, and he was ashamed.

"Oh! Wang Sheng won!"

"Brother Sheng, you are really amazing!"

His fellow work-study students immediately burst into cheers.

Seeing this, Xiao Chenyu was stunned.

Wei Biao is considered to be the top student among the senior students. He thought that defeating Wang Sheng was a certainty, but he didn't expect things to take a 180-degree turn.

Wei Biao's defeat undoubtedly dealt a blow to his self-confidence.

Wei Biao lay on the ground and was carried down.

"We are defeated, Chen Xiang, you come."

The second person sent by Xiao Chenyu was a small and slender boy.

"I'll do it this time."

As Tang San said, he stepped forward and replaced Wang Sheng.

Chen Xiang looked his opponent up and down: "Are you the one with level 25 soul power?"

"No, my name is Tang San, the one you mentioned is our boss."

Hearing this, a slight look of contempt appeared on Chen Xiang's face: "I advise you to call your boss directly, otherwise you have no chance of winning."

Tang San smiled: "Senior, isn't it a little exaggerated? What about the first match?"

Chen Xiang was sullen: "That's just your luck."

The smile on Tang San's face didn't diminish: "It seems that we don't need our boss to play against you, stop talking nonsense, let the horse come over."

"You work-study students seem to be very arrogant."

As Chen Xiang said, he jumped more than three feet high, and then swooped towards Tang San with open arms.

Seeing this, He Qi, who was watching the battle not far away, immediately realized that this was most likely a beast spirit master with the ability to fly.

This made him think of the Qian family again.

At this time, Chen Xiang had already rushed to Tang San.

Tang San was unhurried, quickly dodged, Chen Xiang's first wave of attack missed the air, and his figure flew into the low sky again.
　Thank you [Feng Tianxuan] for the reward of 3776 book coins, thank you for your support all the time.Xiaofeng burst into tears.

　　
　
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