Douluo: This soul master is too strange

"A fight started?"

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Is it really a fight, or is it a soul fight?"

The meanings of the two are different. Soul fighting is just an exchange of ideas, and a simple fight would seem to be lacking in quality.

"What are you thinking! After all, they are also outstanding students from various elemental academies. It would be embarrassing to fight. They are just fighting for their souls."

Huo Wu rolled his eyes at Mu Yang angrily.

Other Element Academy students were fighting in the Blazing Fire Academy, and it would be embarrassing for them to be thrown into grandma's house.

No matter how serious the conflict is, it will be held in the training ground or in the spirit fighting arena in the name of fighting spirit competition. In this way, no matter how serious the fight is, it can be used as an excuse for not being able to hold back during the spirit fighting competition. So that I can save face.

"Let's go and watch the fun!"

Before Mu Yang could continue to ask, Huo Wu quickly pulled Mu Yang towards the central training ground.

Not long after, it was at the central training ground of Blazing Academy.

"Eighteen consecutive blows from the Gale Demon Wolf!"

As soon as he entered the training ground, Mu Yang heard a loud shout reaching his ears.

Looking around, I saw in the center of this circular training ground with a diameter of more than a hundred meters, a silver-haired young man wearing green clothes with a pair of cyan light wings condensed behind him flying in the air, his arms and the light wings behind his back were integrated, It turned into a sharp cyan wing blade, and then landed on the head of a burly young man with a defensive soul skill. His whole figure was flying up and down like a top with a blade inserted in it, spinning at high speed.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

In an instant, a series of collisions sounded. Under the attack of the silver-haired young man, the soul shield condensed by the defensive soul skills on the burly young man trembled violently.

"boom--"

Just after ten strikes, the soul shield condensed on the burly young man shattered.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the burly young man's defensive soul skills were forcibly destroyed, the silver-haired young man adjusted his body in mid-air and kicked out hard towards the burly young man.

With a sound of "Bang——", the burly young man caught the silver-haired young man's kick firmly with his face. A touch of red spattered out. With nosebleeds flowing, the burly young man flew out upside down and landed on the floor tiles of the training ground. It fell into a rolling gourd.

"This is the Elephant Academy? Who else?!"

Once again, he easily defeated an opponent who was at the same level of soul power as himself. The silver-haired young man fell to the ground, with his hands behind his back. A pair of wolf-like eyes scanned the people present, and he said something slightly arrogantly.

‘Eighteen consecutive kills by the Wind Demon Wolf? This is licking. Warrior Wolf Fengxiaotian? ’

Looking at the 'infinitely domineering' silver-haired young man wearing a mask in the center of the training ground, Mu Yang couldn't help but thought to himself.

The reason why it is a wolf warrior instead of a dog licker is mainly because Mu Yang knows that Feng Xiaotian in the original work finally licked his eldest cousin Huo Wu.

Licking the dog, licking the dog, licking until there is nothing left. If you can't lick the goddess, then of course you are licking the dog.

But if a beauty can be embraced, it will not be a licking dog, but a wolf warrior who has transformed from a licking dog into a gorgeous one.

Of course, this is something that will happen in the future. Today, Feng Xiaotian still doesn’t know his eldest cousin Huo Wu!

The next second, looking at the three yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings blooming on Feng Xiaotian's body, Mu Yang secretly complained again.

You know, when the original Feng Xiaotian participated in the Soul Master Competition, he was twenty-four years old.

There are still nearly six years left before the Soul Master Competition in the original work, which means that Feng Xiaotian is already an eighteen-year-old young man at this time.

The eighteen-year-old was born with full soul power, but his soul power level has not yet reached the fourth level, and is very likely to be far away from level 40. This makes Mu Yang a little confused, how does Feng Xiaotian practice? .

Even if you want to tinker with the XX continuous slashing of the Wind Demon Wolf, it won't even waste the cultivation of soul power, right?

As a rare person with full innate soul power in the mainland soul master world, in Mu Yang's opinion, even if he only practices step by step, if he fails to advance to the Fourth Ring Soul Sect before the age of sixteen, he will be a complete waste.

For example, didn't Dai Mubai, that prodigal disciple, reach level 37 soul master at the age of fifteen?

But Dai Mubai didn't have the innate cultivation talent to have full soul power, and he couldn't even have the ninth level of innate soul power.

Otherwise, with the title qualifications, the next generation's competition for the Star Luo throne would have ended automatically as early as when Dai Mubai awakened the ninth level and above innate soul power.

If Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu and others got the normal supporting role script, then in Mu Yang's opinion, it was Feng Xiaotian, who was obviously gifted with soul power, who got the mentally retarded supporting role script.

He was in his golden age for cultivation, but he didn't practice soul power. Instead, he wanted to tinker with some self-created soul skills. This operation was very confusing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And the key is that Feng Xiaotian paid such a huge price to tinker with his own soul skills. Although it is good, it is not that strong. It seems that it is not even as good as the random cloak hammering technique of blacksmithing.

"Sister, this person is so arrogant, no one cares about him?"

Mu Yang asked Huo Wu as he pointed at Feng Xiaotian, who was pointing at the center of the training ground, as if he was looking around, not caring about anyone in the world.

This young man is so arrogant. I'm afraid he has never been beaten, right? !

Pouting slightly, Huo Wu said: "Before I went to find you, there was a senior in our college who had a soul power level of 39 who thought the same thing, but he knelt down within a minute of playing."

It is not to be mentioned that although Feng Xiaotian's soul power level is not very high, his strength is not bad. The third soul skill gives him the advantage of flying, and coupled with his own soul skills with decent power, he is definitely the best in the same level, and few three-ring soul masters can beat him.

Similarly, it is precisely because Feng Xiaotian's soul power level is not high, not yet the fourth ring, that the older students who have advanced to the fourth-ring soul master in various colleges are not easy to take action.

After all, it is just a battle of fighting spirits. If you use your realm to suppress others, even if you win, you will lose face.

And if you kneel, it will not be just one person's face, but the face of the entire college.

Suddenly, Mu Yang saw two blue-haired figures coming over from the corner of his eyes. They were Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.

"Bing'er, Yue'er, good morning."

Mu Yang greeted the two sisters.

"Little Mu Yang, eh? Why do you look worse than yesterday?"

Just about to greet him, Shui Bing'er couldn't help but ask with concern when she saw that Mu Yang's complexion seemed to be worse than yesterday.

"No, I've always been like this."

Mu Yang shook his head.

In fact, it was true, because when we met yesterday, it was already noon, and several hours had passed since he finished practicing the exercises in the morning, and his soul power had recovered to a certain extent.

Now, at most only an hour has passed, and his condition naturally looks a little worse, but it's not too obvious.

If there is a time period every day when Mu Yang's spirit and energy are the best, it must be before he starts to use his innate ability to deduce the exercises in the evening.