Douluo Dalu

The third is more.

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If it is before the first soul ring, perhaps Tang San will not be so big, but since the first soul ring, his speed, strength, reaction, all aspects of ability have a qualitative leap, Tangmen disciples most The keen sense is the feeling and various reactions. Speed ​​is also one of the advantages. Who is afraid of speed than speed?

Ling Feng changed his body shape in the air. What he wanted was a suddenness. Seeing that Tang San was only a one or two-year-old student, he was somewhat contemptuous in his heart. He was prepared to win the battle and directly forced the small dance to shoot.

However, when his two palms were closed and closed, and Tang’s neck was about to be concentrated, Tang San moved.

A phoenix nodded, just flashing the hands of Ling Feng, with the upper body swaying, Tang San's right leg seemed to be broken and generally slammed to the back. During the whole process, he did not look back.

Quiet as a virgin, moving away from the rabbit, Tang San will deduct this point into a perfect realm, and the speed of the instant eruption is not even clear to everyone watching the two sides.

Tang San's heel intimate contact on Ling Feng's chin, Ling Feng made a third flip in the air, and still a continuous back flip.

With a bang, a heavy drop of a few meters, followed the foot of Liu Long, directly fainted. His chin has been kicked off by Tang. This is still the case that Tang San did not push the internal force, otherwise this foot can at least kick his chin.

Wishful to fold a single flying leg, a basic leg method in martial arts, with the feeling of Tang San keen, in a flash to achieve the effect of spike opponents.

The seniors of Xiao’s side have almost widened their eyes at the same time. They simply can’t believe that everything that happened in front of us is a fact.

Among them, Ling Feng is second only to Xiao Lao, who can face the students who seem to be only in the first and second grades, but they are stunned by a blow, and even the best attack they have not had time to send out.

Xiao Lao muttered: "Mom, is it going to change the sky, how are the young people now so powerful?"

Until the sound of Ling Feng’s landing was heard, Tang’s right leg, which was raised backwards, slowly recovered, and said: “The next one.”

Xiao Lao was surprised. The little dance in the side of the work-study was equally astonished. She and Tang San played against each other more than once. At this time, I saw him again. It was obvious that Tang San had made no small progress, and she also found that she entered the battle state. In the Tang three peacetime, he seems to be different. Usually, Tang San, it seems to be just a gentle child, but when he comes to battle, his shot becomes extremely fierce.

Wang Sheng refused to hurt the body, and saw that Ling Feng was kicked by Tang Sanyi. He suddenly laughed and succumbed to the disaster. "How, Xiao Boda, not convinced, we can not even use the soul of Tang San. I think you still admit defeat. The province suffers from the flesh."

Xiao Lao’s sullen face came out and lost two games. When he had already arrived, he asked himself that he was no longer better than Ling Feng. If the low morale could not be recovered in time, the remaining There is no need to fight again in the duel. Only by defeating this little boy with fierce means, and then defeating the little dance, can you save your face.

Xiao Lao looked coldly at Tang San. At this time, the scorn and disdain on his face had disappeared, and he was replaced by dignity.

"Xiao Chenyu, sixth grader, Wuhun, wolf. Eleventh-level warlord."

Reporting your own martial arts and ranks is an expression of respect for your opponent.

As I said, a layer of blue light emerged from Xiao Chenyu, the blue light flashed, his body muscles began to swell, his eyes gradually turned pale green, his arms slowly lifted, his hands clawed forward, The nails became sharp. A circle of white soul ring rises from the foot, it is the appearance of the martial arts.

As the student boss, Xiao Chenyu showed his cleverness. What is his martial art? There are not many unknowns in the entire Notting College, but the Tang three he faced is not the same. For him, the martial arts of Tang San is still mysterious. First report your own martial arts, in order to know what the martial arts of Tang San is before you start. In this way, how much can be prepared.

This is the rule of the martial arts. Tang San listened to the master and said that unless he dismissed his opponent, he was not afraid that the other party would become a deadly enemy forever. When facing the opponent’s martial arts, he usually reported his own martial arts and expressed mutual Respect and learn skills.

"Tang three, first-year workers, Wuhun, blue silver grass. Eleventh-level ring soul teacher."

When Tang San reported that his martial arts was blue and silver grass, the senior students behind Xiao Chenyu almost laughed at the same time, and the color of his face suddenly disappeared. I didn't even hear the grades reported by Tang San.

Blue silver grass is a waste Wu soul, which has long been recognized on the whole continent, even if the strength of Tang San itself is not weak, but the gap between the Wu and the soul also makes them no longer need to worry about the high level of the Xiao Lao Conference.

"You just said, how many levels do you have?" Xiao Chenyu is not as careless as his men, because the behind-the-scenes make him not quite clear about the level of Tang San’s report.

"Eleventh level, a ring soul teacher." As he said, the faint white light lit up from Tangshan, raising his right hand, the faint blue silver grass grew out from the palm of his hand, with his right hand waving, blue silver The grass is floating under the feet. A bright yellow soul ring rises from the foot of Tang San, hovering around his body.

The appearance of the yellow soul ring is like a heavy pumping of the mouths of the senior students. The laughter immediately becomes solid, and several even open their mouths, watching Tang San is like watching a monster.

"A hundred years of soul ring." Xiao Chenyu took a breath.