Douluo Jueshi: Obtain Sharingan at the beginning!

There was a hint of temptation in his tone, as if he was saying, as long as you work hard, you can get this supreme treasure.

"What I can guarantee is," Nangong Wan's voice became serious, "As long as you win today's game, then we will honor this huge prize on the spot and will never break our promise."

His gaze was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"So, you have to work hard." Nangong Wan finally said, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

As he spoke, Nangong Wan waved his sleeves and closed the box again, covering up the crazy killing atmosphere.

The breathing of Hanyu and the others became smoother.

However, the look in Merck's eyes was filled with resentment.

The last time he lost to Han Yu, he had already lost the opportunity to fight for this fixed soul-guided cannonball, and even lost his ranking engraved knife, the Dark Azure Dragon.

Han Yu didn't care at all about his gaze. At this time, his heart had calmed down and his eyes became clear again.

Even Yuan Gungun behind him was still in a state of excitement.

"Young man, come on." Nangong Wan said with a smile. But when he said this, his eyes were always fixed on Han Yu.

When he saw Han Yu's eyes became clear again, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, but he immediately nodded to him.

"Set off!"

With Nangong Wan's big wave of his hand, he and the third elder walked in front, Han Yu and four others followed behind, surrounded by those big men in black.

Naturally, these people could not carry the level 9 fixed soul guidance shell, but it was directly put into the storage soul guidance device by the third elder.

After leaving Qingse Hotel, we headed straight to the western suburbs.

Regarding the upcoming competition venue, Han Yu's state of mind was like a calm lake without any ripples.

He knows that the quality of the playing field does not determine the final outcome, only his own strength is the key to victory.

At this moment, he was closing his eyes slightly, his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, as if to expel all distracting thoughts from his body.

His breathing was long and steady, and his whole person was like an old monk in meditation, exuding an aura of tranquility and peace.

Yuan Gungun didn't completely wake up from his sleep until he walked out of the hotel and took a breath of crisp air.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the remaining sleepiness in his mind. There was an obvious trace of exhaustion on his face, and there was still some sleepiness in the corners of his eyes.

Huang Zheng's state was almost the same as Yuan Gungun's. Obviously, last night's indulgence had made them both a little out of sorts. Merck, on the other hand, was completely immersed in his own world. His eyes were sinister and his face was gloomy, like the dark clouds before the storm, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

The Qingse Hotel is located in a prosperous area in the center of Mingdu, while the competition venue is located in the remote western suburbs. The two are far apart and it is obviously impractical to walk there.

In front of the hotel, a row of luxuriously decorated carriages have been waiting for a long time. Each carriage is pulled by four tall and strong horned horses, showing the dignity of the owner.

These wildebeests have shiny coats, well-developed muscles, and white mist blowing out from their breaths. They are obviously all good horses that have been carefully selected and trained.

The three contestants Han Yu, Yuan Gungun, and Huang Zheng rode in one carriage together, while Nangong Wan, Third Elder, and Merck rode in another. The remaining men in black loaded various precious and rare metal materials into Others sat in their respective positions on simpler carriages.

Following an order, a team of more than a hundred people headed toward the western suburbs. In the spacious and comfortable carriage, Nangong Wan, the third elder and Merck sat opposite each other.

"Master, have you really decided to use the ninth-level custom-installed soul-guided artillery shell as the reward for this competition?"

Merck lowered his voice, with a hint of resentment and unwillingness that could not be concealed. Hearing Merck's words, the third elder frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Shut up! When was it your turn to interrupt here?"

He scolded sternly, his tone full of unquestionable authority.

Although Merck was filled with resentment and unwillingness, he still kept his mouth shut in the face of the teacher's scolding.

He was well aware of his teacher's temper, which was notoriously fiery and irritable, and the slightest carelessness would lead to the wrath of thunder.

I think back then, there was once a senior brother who questioned the teacher's teachings while practicing. His head was smashed by the angry teacher's palm and he was killed on the spot.

The third elder turned his gaze to Nangong Wan opposite, and asked in a respectful tone: "Second brother, what do you think?"

Nangong Wan did not speak, but closed his eyes slightly, a faint silvery gray light flashed deep in his eyes.

In an instant, the entire interior of the carriage seemed to be enveloped in this silver-gray light, and the originally dark carriage suddenly became brighter.

"This kid is interesting."

After a moment, Nangong Wan slowly opened his eyes and said in a calm tone, "Faced with such a huge temptation, he was able to quickly regain his composure after a brief shock. This kind of character is not something ordinary people can possess.

"Our guess should be correct. He should be an evil soul master who prefers spiritual summoning ability."

The third elder spoke firmly, with a hint of certainty, "It's just that he may not be from the Sun and Moon Empire."

He paused, and a hint of depth flashed in his eyes, "After all, with the ability of our Holy Spirit Sect, we have been searching for talents for many years. If we find such talents, it is impossible not to win them over."

A smile appeared on the third elder's face, he turned to Nangong Wan and said: "This kid is indeed good, with extraordinary talents and unlimited potential.

After this competition is over, we should reward him with a big prize. From now on, I will give everything I have to teach him. "

When Nangong Wan heard this, he burst out laughing and said: "Lao San, don't do this, you want to steal my apprentice? I fell in love with this guy first!

His spiritual summoning ability and my martial spirit are a perfect match. They are a master and disciple made in heaven! "

There was a hint of pride in Nangong Wan's tone as he continued: "You already have so many disciples, all of them are the proud ones of heaven, but I still don't have a direct disciple who can inherit my mantle.

I have already said hello to the deputy leader. This competition is a further test for him. I want to accept him as my personal disciple, teach him everything I have learned in my life, and make him a great master! "

His tone was firm and he said without any doubt: "Otherwise, why do you think I would ask the deputy leader to come forward and go to all the trouble to get this powerful ninth-level fixed soul-guided artillery shell?

I have invested so much money, not just for you to come and steal people from me! "

When the third elder heard this, he couldn't help but snorted and said, "Second brother, you can't say that.

Don't forget, he is not only a powerful soul master, but also a rare soul master genius!

Judging from his young age, only twenty-four or five years old at most, he already has the strength of a sixth-level soul engineer. Such a talent is simply unheard of! "

The third elder continued with a hint of excitement in his tone: "If we train him well, over time, it is almost inevitable that he will become a ninth-level soul engineer!

Have you forgotten? The leader once said that the future belongs to the world of soul masters! Although his soul master cultivation is not weak, he cannot give up on the cultivation of soul guidance tools!

Wouldn't it be better for the two of us brothers to teach him together and let him advance hand in hand on the two paths of soul master and soul master? "

He knew that he had an upright personality and would definitely not be able to compete with this versatile second brother in the competition for disciples, so he simply retreated to the next best thing and put forward the suggestion of joint teaching.

After listening to the third elder's suggestion, Nangong Wan pondered for a moment and said slowly: "What you said is not unreasonable. Teaching together may help him grow up faster.

However, there is no doubt that he can only be my direct disciple. If you are willing to teach him some knowledge and skills about soul masters, I would naturally welcome you. "

He paused, with a hint of concern in his tone, and said, “It’s just that it also depends on whether his own will and energy are sufficient.

After all, you can't have your cake and eat it too, as the cultivation of soul masters and soul mentors requires a lot of time and energy.

Although soul mentors will become the mainstream in the future, at least for now, soul masters are still more powerful than soul mentors. "

Nangong Wan said with a hint of emotion in his tone: "I found that many colleges have now realized the importance of the combination of soul masters and soul guides, and have begun to consciously cultivate this kind of compound talents.

In the future, the boundaries between soul masters and soul mentors may become increasingly blurred. Only by perfectly combining the two can we remain invincible in future battles. "

The third elder glanced sideways at Nangong Wan and said angrily: "Second brother, you are really good at calculating!

Let me teach him how to practice, and when you accept him as your personal disciple, this is really a wishful thinking! Hum! "

Nangong Wan laughed loudly after hearing this, patted the third elder on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, third brother, you also have to understand the second brother's mood.

You also know that I am short of a talented disciple in my lineage. I finally met a malleable talent like Merck, so of course I am..."

He paused, turned his eyes to Merck, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, Merck, as long as you study hard with the third elder and improve your own strength, you will naturally be indispensable for the mantle of my lineage in the future."

Hearing what Nangong Wan said, Merk's face suddenly lit up with joy. He quickly stood up, bowed deeply towards Nangong Wan, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your cultivation, uncle. I will do my best to live up to my uncle's high expectations!"

Nangong Wan nodded happily, stretched out his hand to signal Merck to sit down, and then continued: "After you officially become my disciple, the dark green dragon will naturally be returned to its original owner."

When Merk heard this, the joy on his face became even stronger, as if he had seen the majestic scene of himself holding the dark green dragon and commanding the heroes.

However, Nangong Wan's next words were like pouring cold water on him, instantly extinguishing the fire burning in his heart.

Nangong Wan looked at Merck, frowned slightly, and said in a serious tone: "However, even if the dark green dragon comes back, you don't have the power for the time being.

Your child is good at everything, but his temper is too impetuous. He still needs to polish his temper for a few years and settle his temperament.

When you go back this time, you should go to the rear first and be responsible for making soul guides. "

Merck's originally ecstatic mood suddenly fell to the bottom. He was stunned for a moment, his face became very ugly, his eyes involuntarily turned to the third elder, and he prayed in a low voice: "Teacher..."

The third elder snorted coldly and said sternly: "Second Master, this is giving you a chance! If it's up to me, you'll lose the Dark Azure Dragon this time, hum!"

The third elder didn't say anything more, but that cold snort was full of warnings and threats. Merck was so scared that he didn't dare to speak anymore. He could only lower his head and silently endure the criticism from his master.

The carriage ran at full speed under the pull of the wildebeest and soon left Mingdu.

As the leader of the three major underground forces, Xishui League naturally doesn't care about riding horses in the lottery city.

It can be said that it was running rampant all the way. And ordinary people would definitely avoid them as soon as they saw the mark on their carriage.

Han Yu kept his eyes closed and didn't make any movement. Yuan Gungun sat next to him and naturally didn't say anything. Huang Zheng looked at the two of them and didn't say anything either.

Compared to the other carriage, their side was much quieter.

In addition, the shock absorption and sound insulation of the carriage were very good. So there was no sound.

However, under the quiet surface, is Han Yu really so calm?

On the surface, Han Yu looked normal, as if his heart was calm.

However, the real situation was just the opposite. His inner world was stirring up storms at this time.

Han Yu was concentrating on improving his spiritual power, and his consciousness also entered a vast and boundless spiritual sea.

In this strange space, the surging waves rolled endlessly, but presented a strange scene - the sea water was actually interwoven with gold and silver!

This was a wonder that appeared after Han Yu completed the second awakening of his body martial soul, symbolizing the great improvement of his spiritual power.

Every time the golden and silver sea water surged, it would stir up waves that soared into the sky. These waves stayed in the air for a short time, and then slowly dissipated, as if time had frozen here.

Looking around, huge whirlpools appeared from time to time on the boundless sea surface. These whirlpools were also golden and silver, and they emitted a strong suction force during rotation.

And right above the sea of ​​spirit, a huge white ball of light was suspended, emitting a soft light. This ball of light was not a perfect sphere, but a slightly elliptical shape, like a giant egg that nurtured life, emitting a flickering light, as if it contained infinite vitality.

In this strange sea of ​​spirit, several figures were floating quietly. The first to bear the brunt was the Ice Emperor, which still maintained the form of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, but its body became extremely huge, a hundred feet long. (End of this chapter)