Douluo Dalu

The power of the hundred and eighteenth chapter of the martial arts (below)

Oscar is also gone. Lonely, helpless, lost, painful, all kinds of emotions continue to impact Ning Rongrong's only 12-year-old heart, tears silently slipped, she suddenly found that perhaps they are really wrong. Have you ever had friends? Those children of the same age who are in their own age in Zongmen are either humbled or hide far away when they see themselves. They all call themselves a little witch behind them.

Friends, just extravagant? No, no, no, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a strong panic filled the heart. This night, for her, must be a sleepless night.

Many years later, when Qibao Liuli Ning Rongrong recalled the childhood, she told her children that there was a night, the most painful night of her life, which became an important turning point in her life.

early morning.

Tang San wakes up from cultivation, and practicing the purple konjac every morning has made him a habitual biological clock.

Oscar did not sleep today but was practicing, but she was still not awake. Tang San walked out of the dormitory lightly, floated on the roof, and began to practice every day.

After a night's rest, some internal injuries suffered yesterday were already good at 7788. Although there are still some faint pains in the guilt, it is not serious. It can be fully recovered in one or two days.

While practicing the purple-level konjac, Tang San’s mind emerged from the battle between the two brothers, Tielong and Tiehu. Especially the last blow of the two brothers.

Wuhun dismissed his hand, tracked opponents' attacks, concentrated all-round bombardment, and their soul power was obviously lower than themselves, but they could hurt themselves. If they were facing the front, they might be hit hard. Although that is the soul of the Iron Brothers, the tricks here don't seem to be difficult to accomplish. I also have a hammer. If you use this attack method on your own hammer, what will happen?

Although Tang San’s hammer is not accompanied by the soul, he can be sure that his hammer is much heavier than the iron brother’s hammer. As for tracking the shape of the enemy, within a certain angle, it can also be done by controlling the crane. It is equivalent to sending your own hammer as a hidden weapon.

Unfortunately, the two martial arts can not be used at the same time, otherwise it will be able to become a meteor hammer with blue silver grass wrapped around the hammer handle.

Thinking about this, Tang San decided to find time to try and use this hammer to use his own hammer, how to transport, how to throw the hammer, what kind of technique, which needs to be tested before actually knowing, but also must be more Only practice. Of course not now, the black hammer consumes a lot of soul power, and his injury has not recovered yet. It is easy to hurt yourself by rushing to practice.

After the cultivation of the purple konjac, Tang San simply practiced the hidden weapon for a while and went to eat breakfast. He started the first time. When he finished his breakfast, Dai Mubai came to the cafeteria with a sullen face. I saw that Tang San just nodded and did not say anything.

After wearing Mu Mu, the third one was a small dance, then Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun. Tang San said to the little dance that he was fine. The little dance was able to sit down and eat.

Ma Hongjun looked like a refreshing look, as if the whole person's weight was a few pounds. Although the fat man is rough, but he can still see the color, he looks at Dai Mubai's sullen face and does not dare to say anything, hurriedly ate breakfast.

As for Oscar and Ning Rongrong, they did not come to the cafeteria.

"Fat, you can't go out at night." Seeing that the breakfast was finished, Dai Mubai suddenly opened his mouth.

Ma Hongjun nodded and whispered: "It was almost the same yesterday. I should not go out these two days."

Dai Mubai said: "Well, you stay in the dormitory at night, I have to go out for a trip. Go to the last pair of twins."

The fat man’s eyes lit up. “Dear the boss, you eat meat, do I have soup?”

Dai Mubai did not feel good: "This kind of thing wants you to be happy, I am happy, and the twisted melon is not sweet." When he said this, he also deliberately looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing did not react at all, as if he had not heard their conversation at all. This cold little girl was just drinking the rice soup in front of her.

The invisible war did not continue, the bells of the class rang, and everyone rushed to end the breakfast and came to the big playground.

The dean or the teachers did not arrive, but there is already a person on the playground, it is Ning Rongrong. Still no see Oscar.

Her white, pretty little face looked awkward, her eyes were red, and her spirit seemed to be low.

The class that gave them classes today is still Flemish Dean. The Tang Sanqi people waited for a quarter of an hour, and the dean’s talents came along.

Flanders’s first sight fell on Ning Rongrong, but he did not say anything to Ning Rongrong. “Today is the second lesson. Oscar? Is he sleeping again?”

Tang San quickly rushed: "I was still practicing when I came out in the morning. Maybe it was settled. I didn't wake up in time."

Flander frowned. "Today's class, no one can't go. Tang San, you call him."

Tang Sangang had to go back to the dormitory, but saw Oscar rushing from the direction of the dormitory. However, his face did not panic late, but full of excitement.

"Oscar, do you want to run again?" Dean Flander glanced at him.

Oscar hurriedly shook his head. "No, Dean, listen to me. I broke through. I am at level 30."

"What?" Not only Flanders, but everyone also cast a surprised look at Oscar, including Ning Rongrong.

Oscar is one year younger than Dai Mubai. He is only fourteen years old. At the age of fourteen, he reaches the soul level of 30. This is already a rather awkward number. More importantly, Oscar is food. It is the martial arts of the most difficult to cultivate. In a sense, his 30th level is more difficult than the 30th level of the War Soulmaster. The role of the food department's soul teacher will be greatly enhanced in every aspect of the promotion of food support.

On the Douro mainland, soul masters above the 30th level are relatively rare. If you join the army, you can enjoy the treatment of the commander of thousands of people, even higher. More than forty levels are even less pitiful. The soul of the 50th grade or above is even rarer. The soul of the 60th grade or above is almost never seen. Even if there is, the place of the big clan or the Wuhun Temple can cultivate one year.

If the soul teacher at the Soulmaster level can maintain the food consumption of 100 people, then a soul sorcerer, even if it is just a soul sorcerer who has just broken through the 30th level, is enough to maintain the food supply of more than 500 people. As the level increases, this number will continue to rise. At the same time, reaching level 30 means that the food provided by the food sorcerer will have the addition of a third attribute. The help for a team will be greatly improved.

Flanders' eyes were clearly bright. "Good, good, good, Oscar, you didn't let me down. You are the second of the current students to reach level 30. I congratulate you on behalf of the college."

At this time, even Dai Mubai’s face was no longer gloomy. He walked over to Oscar and patted him on the shoulder. “Little Austria, congratulations. Although you are a little slower than I went to the 30th level, but as a food system soul teacher You are already the best genius I have ever seen. Can it be said that a love affair can help the soul sorcerer break through?"

Xiaoao was a little embarrassed and glanced at Dai Mubai, and then looked at Ning Rongrong, who was red with both eyes. He smiled bitterly: "I have never loved, and I have never been in love. You should not make fun of me."

Tang San, Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun also expressed their congratulations. Ning Rongrong stood in the same place, his eyes looked at Oscar in a complicated way, and Zhu Zhuqing was head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay. Today's course is now starting." Flanders' voice pulled everyone back from the congratulations to Xiaoao.

"Today's course is very simple. Oscar, you are the protagonist of today. Today's course, except Oscar, each of you must eat at least one of the two kinds of sausages made by Oscar."

"What?" The little dance exclaimed when he heard Flanders. "President, what is this class?"

Flanders said: "This is called adaptive training. I ask you, is life important or face important? When you can only choose one, which one do you choose? Oscar's soul curse is a little wretched, but I said yesterday that he is a soul-stirring food teacher and has a very high talent. The martial arts sausage he made is the best food I have ever seen. During the college, he was A member of you, you will experience together, if you can not reach a tacit agreement with him, will waste the best auxiliary partners."

"At the same time, this is also a training for your mentality. If you can't even do this, how can you survive in the soul division in the future? In order to survive, you have to resort to whatever means. Not to mention eating a sausage, when life is critical, Even mice, cockroaches, and cockroaches should eat."

Hearing the last words of Flanders, the three girls present were white at the same time, which was obviously difficult to look at. Especially Ning Rongrong, there is already a desire to vomit.

"This class is something that each of you must do. Otherwise, there is no need to stay. Don't question my decision. On the first day of each of you came here, someone told you, history. Lake College trains monsters, not ordinary people. Oscar, start."