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"Ha, I'm just here to settle the score with you." Seeing Ning Xiaotian come on stage, Tang San's eyes flashed, and endless fighting spirit emerged in his heart. At the same time, he also had unparalleled self-confidence, "This time, I will definitely win."

Soon, the two men stood thirty meters away. The referee looked at each other and slowly raised his right hand.

The next second, it fell quickly, "The game begins."

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black, the five soul rings of the two people quickly appeared from under their feet and expanded rapidly.

"Soul King, Tang Yin actually broke through the Soul King? How did you do it?" The audience outside the stadium were all stunned and confused. According to the intelligence, Tang San's soul power was only around level 44 during the preliminaries.

How could the soul power be upgraded to such a level in just one month?

"Your Highness, Prince Ning, do you know the reason? Could this Tang Yin be an evil soul master? You should know the consequences of covering up an evil soul master." Platinum Bishop Salas pretended to look at the two of them coldly,

Waiting for an explanation.

The senior officials of Wuhun Palace and other forces who were watching the game all turned their heads to look over.

Apart from evil soul masters, they couldn't think of any other way to improve a soul master so quickly.

"Bishop Salas, have you forgotten? This child's name is Tang. Tang Yin's strength has improved so quickly in a short period of time because his elders gave him a few soul bones." Prince "Xue Qinghe"

Dandan said.

Tang Yin joined the Tiandou Royal Academy and made such a rapid breakthrough in a short period of time. Naturally, he needed to give an explanation to the team leader and the academy's education committee. So not long ago, Tang San reported his "life experience" to the education committee and

It was reported to her through the Education Committee.

He is the most talented direct descendant of this generation of Haotian Sect, coming from the lineage of elders.

Before "Xue Qinghe" finished speaking, Salas's eyes were already flashing with a dangerous light, "This child comes from Haotian Sect!?"

After saying that, he did not forget to look at Tang Yuehua and Tai Tan who were watching the game on the other side. The promotion competition was held at the Royal Knights campus. The inspection was strict. In addition, it was an internal competition. There were not many people watching the competition. I was worried about being exposed.

Tang Hao did not appear.

"That's right!" Ning Fengzhi took the words, with a hint of protection in his words, "Bishop Salas, Haotian Sect is still in a state of seclusion. Letting a junior come out to see the world should not be considered a violation of the original agreement with Wuhun Palace.

Let’s make an agreement.”

"Besides, compared to a junior, I believe His Majesty the Pope is not so generous." He smiled.

"Hmph, His Majesty the Pope will naturally not argue with a junior." Salas snorted coldly and said no more.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and stopped talking.

In fact, he was in a very good mood recently. Tang Yuehua asked Tang San to take the initiative to reveal his identity. Although it was just a fake identity, it could be regarded as establishing the relationship between Tang San and the Haotian Sect. This undoubtedly greatly reduced the difficulty of supporting evidence when revealing it, even if

When the time comes, who will believe Tang Hao's sophistry? After all, he has upgraded so many levels and absorbed at least several soul bones, which only the Haotian Sect can provide.

What is this called? When I feel sleepy, someone comes to give me a pillow.

"This Ning Fengzhi is quite sensible." Tai Tan nodded slightly, turned around and relayed the conversation between the three of them to Tang Yuehua.

"Let's continue watching the game." Tang Yuehua just smiled and said nothing. In her opinion, the two people's willingness to come forward to defend was just for their own interests. The royal family did not want to see the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect becoming the dominant one in the empire. Ning

Fengzhi was unwilling to destroy the alliance between the three upper sects in front of the Wuhun Palace. Maintaining a balance among all parties was a strategy that Ning Fengzhi had been pursuing over the years.

"Tang Yin turned out to be a descendant of the Haotian Sect, no wonder." Ning Fengzhi's words spread, and everyone looked surprised, "It's good to be born into a famous family."

"Yes! Being rich is great." Looking at Tang Yin on the stage, many people showed envy.

"In addition, have you ever thought about it, since Tang Yin is the successor of the Clear Sky Sect, he must have the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit. If so, doesn't he have twin martial spirits?" Thinking of this possibility, everyone began to talk about it.

"Speed ​​Power Soul Defense Attack." On the field, Ning Xiaotian was calmly adding boosts to himself.

Then he grabbed it with his right hand, and a long, bright white sword quickly condensed in his palm.

"The speed of condensation is so fast, the strength of this long sword must not be high. If you want to cut off my Bluesilver Grass martial spirit with such a useless sword, you must be looking down on me." Tang San speculated in his heart.

Ning Xiaotian condensed the purpose of the long sword. His eyes flickered and he sneered secretly, "As for using it to deal with the Clear Sky Hammer spirit, it is simply a joke."

In the midst of his thoughts, he felt a flash of white light in his eyes, and Ning Xiaotian had disappeared on the spot.

"Let me see, which one is more powerful is this useless sword you condensed with your soul power, or the spear I made with my fifth soul skill." Purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and the Purple Demon Boy activated it, capturing

Ning Xiaotian's movement trajectory immediately stretched his right hand forward.

"The first soul skill, entanglement." The vines grew rapidly from beneath his feet, rushing towards Ning Xiaotian.

"The fifth soul skill, Blue Silver Thorn." The surging vines quickly turned black, and the tips shrank, turning into sharp purple thorns. At the same time, one of them separated from the many vines and turned into a straight spear.

It was held in Tang San's hand.

With a tip of his toes and a sigh of relief, Ning Xiaotian easily dodged sideways in the face of the numerous vines rushing towards him.

Tang San also didn't take it seriously at all, and with a flash of his body, he rushed forward "ghostly."

With five soul bones, he is no less confident than Ning Xiaotian in terms of strength.

He wanted to defeat him head-on to wash away the humiliation of the past.

"I just like a strong-minded and confident young man like you." Ning Xiaotian smiled slightly, and the soul power of his right arm surged, constantly pouring into the sword. Since he awakened the second martial soul, he spent a lot of time studying it.

He is familiar with it and has his own martial soul to draw on. Although his soul power sword is not as strong as some powerful weapons that have been blessed with martial souls, it is still stronger than most soul skills of the same level.

And with his current soul power level, how could the spear created by Tang San's fifth soul skill be able to fight against it?

Including the ability to re-inject soul power for repair, I don't know if it can compare to the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul that has not been blessed with soul rings.

"We'll find out later." Looking at Tang San who was thrusting straight at him with his spear, Ning Xiaotian calmed down and struck directly with his sword.

"Tang Yin, you may have forgotten one thing. My teacher is Sword Douluo. Do you think I haven't studied his Seven Killing Sword Spirit? If you regard the sword in my hand as a decoration, then you can

I thought wrong." He said in a serious tone, "Besides, your speed is still not fast enough." Before the tip of the spear came close to Ning Xiaotian's neck, the sword blade had already connected with the spear body.

"Stab..." There was no sound of collision, just like a sharp sword striking a branch, the spear in Tang San's hand was cut into two pieces.

"How is this possible?" In Tang San's disbelieving eyes, Ning Xiaotian twisted his waist, turned around and let out another cry.

"Ghostly shadow." Tang San reacted and quickly stepped back.