Douluo: Start with a Tom Cat

In Shrek Academy, Tang San woke up from meditation again, his eyes full of resentment and despair.

His soul power would always be lost, and sometimes the fluctuations were particularly large. Even with the endless characteristics of Xuantian Gong, he couldn't maintain this consumption. How could he practice this?

And whenever he thought that his hammer might be used by the cat to smash cucumbers, walnuts, and nails, Tang San's anger would burn.

'Shen An, and that dead cat, I will definitely cut you into pieces in the future, eat your flesh, and drink your blood. '

He was furious in his heart, giving full play to his beautiful imagination of the future.

Yu Xiaogang outside the house seemed to be much more haggard. In more than ten days, Tang San's cultivation could only maintain without regression. If he could improve a little every day, it would be like winning a prize.

For a genius, every minute and every second is extremely important. He also expected Tang San to shine in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, otherwise how could he prove the correctness of his theory.

Tang San walked out of the room, and said in a slightly low voice: "Teacher, when can I get my hammer back?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say.

After all, he couldn't tell his disciples that his master was a waste, and it was up to your father to take back the hammer.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang depressedly, that's all, he couldn't count on this person.

At this time, a burly black shadow quietly came out and said in a deep voice: "Xiao San, what happened? Why is your soul power decreasing?"

Tang San looked over with surprise, his father came, and he was finally saved.

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After the competition, Zhu Zhuqing meditated and cultivated her soul power, talking about how terrible a woman who has maxed out her self-discipline is.

Ning Rongrong, the lazy salted fish, was also motivated, and practiced much more diligently than before.

Shen An's eyes showed envy.

I really envy those people who can work hard on their own, unlike me, who is trapped in the system and can only study my own moves and the use of soul power at most.

In fact, the system does not restrict Shen An's way of obtaining soul rings. Shen An can also go to other soul beasts to hunt and kill.

But Shen An, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, must want to max out all his attributes.

Who doesn't want to be a numerical monster? But in this case, there will be no second thought except the soul ring given by the system.

And all of this cannot get around the fame value.

Shen An had a slight headache. The fame value was too difficult to obtain. At present, he was still 1.5 million away from exchanging for the fourth soul ring.

I don't know when the noble feast will start. I will take Tom and Jerry to show their skills at that time. Shen An thought to himself.

In fact, Shen An's soul power has been quite terrifying. In less than half a year, it has reached level 40. It stands to reason that he doesn't need to be so anxious.

But there is the Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest waiting for him to deal with in the distance, and the people of the Spirit Hall are eyeing him covetously. Shen An naturally wants to get as many fame points as possible to give himself a sense of security.

In the previous life, money was the confidence of a man, and now, the fame value is Shen An's confidence.

It's a pity that the Great Soul Fighting Arena won't let me in to compete, otherwise I could earn more fame points. Shen An thought boredly.

Wait, they won't let me fight, but I can hide my identity and fight. The source of the judgment of the temperament is me, not my name. Although there may be some overlap, it can always expand the source.

However, the Great Soul Fighting Arena needs to be on guard against the means of detecting the soul power level and martial soul.

This kind of detection is necessary, otherwise once someone deliberately uses it and finds an invincible soul master of the same level to repeatedly bug, the Great Soul Fighting Arena will lose a lot.

Shen An was thinking about how to solve this problem, and his eyes swept over Tom next to him.

Very good, when you encounter a problem that can't be solved, you should let Tom play.

"Tom, the organization has an important task for you. Do you have the confidence to complete it?"

Shen An asked without confidence, after all, what he proposed was a bit outrageous.

Tom stood up straight, with his chest and belly protruding. He was loyal to the emperor and Shen An was so good to him, so Tom should try his best to complete what Shen An proposed.

"Tom, can you temporarily become my martial spirit like the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass? Then we can go to the Great Fighting Soul Arena and enjoy the cheers of the whole audience."

Tom was stunned. This request was a bit strange, but he could give it a try.

Tom first asked Shen An to release the shadow of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, and then it gently jumped into Shen An's palm, instantly shrinking countless times and turning into a small and cute cat.

He kept waving his arms at Shen An, indicating that this was a very novel experience.

Shen An's eyes flashed with joy. He really deserved to be Emperor Tang Tian. He really didn't follow logic and reason, which really made him love him too much.

Tonight, I will go to the Great Fighting Soul Arena with a mask to brush up my reputation.

After seeing this, Jerry jumped in, unwilling to be outdone. A mini mouse also appeared in Shen An's hand, both in the form of shadows.

The two jumped in and out, getting bigger and smaller, and having a lot of fun.

Shen An smiled instantly. This was Tom's charm. As long as you asked for it, he would give you a surprise, although sometimes it might be unreliable and biased.

But then again, flesh-and-blood cats and mice could temporarily become martial spirits. Wasn't it a little unreasonable? Shen An thought guiltily.

But he soon felt relieved. In the cartoon, Tom had entered the electronic world. He was too stupid to use common sense to judge Tom.

What kind of cat is Tom? He has been to heaven, to hell, smashed planets, and saved the world.

"Okay, okay, don't play for now. I'm going to the Great Fighting Arena tonight. Who of you is willing to follow me?"

Jerry shook his head. He still prefers to stay at home now.

Shen An naturally turned his eyes to Tom. Tom showed an expression of a working cat, just like a social animal.

Shen An was reluctant and said, "If you don't want to go, forget it. Anyway, the fame value is not urgent."

Tom shook his head hurriedly, with a cunning look in his eyes, and a small white mist emerged from the side of his head.

It was full of dried fish, milk, candied fruit, and dried fruit.

Shen An smiled. This cat is asking for rewards.

"You want to eat, then we will buy it. Your master is very rich now, and it is more than enough to support you two."

Tom's tongue was hanging outside his mouth, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he nodded hurriedly.

Shen An couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. If Tom wanted to eat, he would definitely buy it. Why bother?

Perhaps, the food obtained through one's own efforts tastes better, Shen An muttered to himself.

Today's goal, the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, the fame value is rising!