Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 78 I know I was wrong, but I still dare to do it next time

Author: Little talk

Chapter 78 I know I was wrong, but I still dare to do it next time

Whoosh~

Under the dark night sky, four figures quickly passed by, causing several blades of grass to fly.

While running away with all his strength, Wang Mo turned around and glanced at the two Soul Sects following him.

They were two middle-aged men. Their talents could not be said to be good, only very poor.

Obviously they are a four-ring soul sect, and the optimal soul ring configuration can absorb two thousand-year soul rings, but they don't even have a purple soul ring.

At the same time, Wang Mo secretly sighed that the first soul ring that Snake Spear Douluo got for him was really very useful.

If you can win, you can fight; if you can't, you can run away.

Coupled with his operation and consciousness, it is simply a magical skill tailor-made for him.

After chasing for about a minute, the two soul sects suddenly discovered that the distance between the two parties was not only not close, but also getting farther and farther.

The two looked at each other and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

How can this be!

Four rings chasing two rings, even if their soul rings are not in the optimal soul ring ratio, the distance will not get further and further away.

The powerful aura behind them was already approaching quickly, and it wouldn't take a moment to catch up. The two of them looked hesitant as to whether they wanted to give up their soul bones and leave.

After all, although soul bones are good, they must be taken with a life.

The two of them had already begun to think of retreating.

However, at this moment, Wang Mo, who was running for his life in front of him, suddenly turned his head and looked over, his tone full of ridicule.

"Hey, hey, are you in trouble? Do you want me to stop and wait for you?"

A small two-ring great soul master actually dared to be so arrogant and openly mocked the two four-ring soul masters.

Hard!

The fist is hard!

The two soul sects looked at each other and couldn't help but say harsh words.

"Stop, boy in front of you. You are not a soul master who only knows how to run. If you have the ability to stop, let's compete one on one!"

Do you have the ability to stop?

Sorry, we are a little soul master with two levels, but we don't have that ability at all.

Wang Mo turned around in surprise and looked at them up and down. "I don't know if running away is considered a soul master, but two soul sects are chasing a great soul master. Are they soul masters?"

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Seeing that this boy was not fooled at all, the two wild soul sects looked at each other and stopped immediately.

"Brothers, when you come out to hang out, you have to talk about your power and background. Today we are in trouble. Let's stay apart from each other, and the future will be long."

He said without waiting for Wang Mo to reply.

The two of them rushed towards the wilderness on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right.

Seeing this, Wang Mo suddenly stopped running forward and stood quietly on the spot, watching the two people's backs quickly moving away in silence.

He is worthy of being a wild soul master in the wilderness. He must retreat immediately if there is nothing he can do.

Being able to bend and stretch can't be deceived at all.

The next moment, with the sound of wind, the Dream God Machine with eight soul rings on his body suddenly descended, and the terrifying pressure swept wildly.

"No one has been around for a long time. Who are you pretending to show here?"

Wang Mo rolled his eyes. "Eight-ringed Soul Douluo can't even catch up with two four-ringed soul sects. Isn't it too obvious to betray him?"

"Nonsense, what are you talking about? I just want to see what kind of potential you can unleash when facing a crisis!" Meng Shenji retorted loudly, what about Contra, can that be called a betrayal?

He had harvested a piece of soul bone. Although he still didn't know its specific quality and age, Wang Mo was in a good mood and didn't argue with him.

In fact, Wang Mo somewhat understood what Meng Shenji was thinking.

It would be really difficult for a soul master without a powerful background to survive on the mainland if he didn't do evil.

As long as there is no serious evil, there is no need to take his life.

Of course, the premise is that you can't tell the difference between the big and small kings like the Soul Emperor who walked without any pain.

"By the way, Chief, you're here to chase me. Is there anything going on at the camp?" Wang Mo asked as he walked back.

When Meng Shenji heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

After taking care of the Soul Emperor, he followed Wang Mo closely, only briefly glancing at the evenly matched situation at the camp.

Speaking of which, there were three or four Soul Kings present over there. Although the teachers accompanying them were all at the Soul King level, there were still eleven rookie students present who were powerless against the Soul Kings.

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Putting a hand on Wang Mo's shoulder, Meng Shenji lifted up his energy and lightened his body, quickly heading towards the camp.

The strong wind hit his face, making Wang Mo unable to open his eyes.

My ears were filled with the whistling wind.

Sure enough, the gap between Contra Douluo and Titled Douluo was not that big. When Arkray Douluo took him away, there was no such strong wind that could hurt people's cheeks.

Pretty much just a few ups and downs.

The two of them had already returned to the camp where the bonfires were scattered.

The invading powerful enemy has gone somewhere, and the leader, Qin Ming, is standing on the edge of the camp with his arms folded, standing guard.

The other teachers accompanying him sat cross-legged together to recover the consumed soul power.

A group of students were collecting firewood that had been scattered all over the place in the aftermath of the battle, and Ye Lingling was holding up his martial arts spirit to restore the injuries of several teachers who were recovering their spirit power.

"Chief, you are back."

Seeing Meng Shenji returning with Wang Mo, Qin Ming finally let go of the heavy stone hanging in his heart.

Hearing this, other people also looked over one after another.

"Wang Mo, are you okay? It was really too dangerous earlier, why did you just put it away yourself?"

Although there was some blame in everyone's words, their faces showed great concern.

"You still have the nerve to say it."

Wang Mo looked distressed. "I wanted to hand it to you at that time, but did you have anyone to pick it up? They all avoided me like snakes and scorpions. I have seen through you. It is all plastic brotherhood!"

"No, that's not it." Ye Lingling waved his hand, with a little anxiety in his big eyes.

"Junior sister, I didn't tell you anything."

He took a step forward and looked her up and down. Wang Mo looked nervous. "Are you not hurt?"

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Everyone's eyes twitched slightly as they looked at the scene in front of them.

One side is a plastic brotherhood, and the other side is not hurt, right?

We are all classmates, so the gap between you is too big!

"Okay, okay, let's clean up quickly and continue to light the fire." Meng Shenji waved his hand wordlessly.

Just because the chief didn't say anything doesn't mean Qin Ming won't say anything.

After making sure that there was nothing bumping into the junior girl's body, Wang Mo was about to go over and light a fire with the others when Qin Ming's ancient and unwavering voice immediately sounded from the side.

"Wang Mo, come with me."

The two came to the edge of the camp and looked at Qin Ming who turned around and looked back at him. Wang Mo touched his nose.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Lao Qin?"

What's with you?

"What happened to you before? When you make a choice next time, can you use your brain? Didn't you have a clear idea of ​​what happened at that time? If you angered those people, what if they used students as hostages?"

He took half a step back to prevent Qin Ming's flying spittle from spraying into his face. Wang Mo didn't say anything, and looked like he was being taught humbly.

After talking for five or six minutes, Qin Ming almost ran out of words.

Looking up at the extremely obedient Wang Mo in front of him, Qin Ming nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his teachings had yielded results. "If you encounter this kind of thing again next time, do you know what to do?"

Wang Mo nodded repeatedly.

He already knew he was wrong, but he would dare to do it next time!

If a scolding could be exchanged for a soul bone, he would be willing to be scolded every day, three times a day.

(End of chapter)