Reborn as Ma Hongjun, Xiangxiang, don't cry, I'll take you back to the realm of gods.

Chapter 129 Flanders, you have a way to die!
"Haotian Hammer! Twin martial spirits! You are the mistress!" Yu Xiaogang said with a trembling voice and red eyes.

Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer, Twin Martial Spirits.

It could only be Tang San, it couldn't possibly be anyone else!
"Teacher, it's me." Tang San's voice was bitter, and he stepped forward and hugged the master.

After a while, the master wiped away his tears and asked: "Xiaosan, why did your appearance become like this?"

Tang San said: "Some things are a long story, let's talk about them later."

Flanders on the side was also quite emotional.

Two years later, when I saw Tang San again, there was such a big change.

Although the other party didn't show his strength, he could feel that Tang San's strength at this time had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Since the mistress has returned, there is no need for today's competition." Flanders said, and walked out: "I will go to the training ground, let those students disperse, and find Mubai and the others by the way. You guys haven’t seen each other for a long time..."

In the middle of his words, Tang San interrupted: "No need."

Flanders turned around in confusion, and met Tang San's stern eyes: "I just took their place, it's not fair, and there might be rumors in the academy. In this case, let me participate in the competition together." .”

He came to the backstage and happened to hear the conversation between Flender and his teacher.

Flanders was actually so rude to his teacher, not to mention that he was Ma Hongjun's teacher.

Flanders, Flanders, you have a way to die!
Vlad was stunned when he heard this.

For some reason, he felt a hint of chill from Tang San's gaze.

"Okay." Vlad didn't say much and simply walked outside.

Tang San followed closely behind, saying as he walked: "By the way, my name is Tang Yin now, don't get it wrong."

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The training ground was already noisy.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the game started yet?"

"I don't know, the dean is gone."

"You're not going to pigeon-hole us, are you?"

A group of contestants have already started chatting.

In the audience, Dai Mubai couldn't sit still either.

"I'm going to find the dean." He stood up from his chair.

It was at this time that Flanders walked into the training ground.

In addition to the master, there was also an unfamiliar blue-haired young man behind him.

"Who is that person?" Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

Oscar and everyone shook their heads.

This man's appearance is not bad. If he is a student of Shrek, I should have some impression of him.

The blue-haired young man glanced left and right, lingering on Dai Mubai and others for a moment, then consciously walked to the bottom of the ring and stood with all the contestants.

"He is also a contestant, why don't you seem to have seen him before?"

"He looks handsome. What's his name?"

"Quiet!" Flender's serious voice overwhelmed everyone, causing everyone to consciously shut up.

Some girls saw Tang San's handsomeness and originally planned to strike up a conversation, but now they could only stay quiet.

"The Continental Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is about to begin. Today's competition is to select suitable control system soul masters to join our team and participate in the elite competition!" Flanders said: "And today's competition is a melee! All contestants stand on the ring together, and the last one standing on the ring is deemed the winner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the contestants started to huddle together.

They thought it would be a regular knockout match, but they didn't expect it to be this form of competition.

But after thinking for a moment, they also understood the reason.

The control soul master is often the brains of the team, so adaptability is extremely important.

Whoever can formulate the most advantageous tactics in the shortest time will gain the advantage.Dai Mubai and everyone already knew the rules of the game.

"Who do you like?" Oscar asked.

"If I have to say it, it can only be that person." Ning Rongrong pointed at a player.

"Wu Sidao," Ning Rongrong nodded: "He is indeed good. His martial soul is Black Sheath Snake, his soul power is level 33, and he has extremely strong control over the battle situation."

Dai Mubai shook his head and said: "Wu Sidao is indeed good. If he had been able to get in touch with the team earlier, he might have played a huge role, but it's a pity..."

He did not continue, but everyone knew what Dai Mubai meant.

The team is a whole, even if there are two teams with the same people, if one team can get through the running-in process, it will definitely be able to defeat the other team.

In fact, they had long wanted to recruit a control soul master to put together the last piece of the team's puzzle.

However, the master always hinders them on the grounds that "the mistress will come back".

As time went by, they also complained about the master.

"Okay, hurry up and get on the ring!" Flanders said.

Fran's thoughts were pulled back, and everyone looked towards the ring. Soon the ring was full of people.

"Game start!"

As Flender's voice sounded, the contestants on the ring instantly used their martial spirits.

Chains, thorns, animal traps, to name a few.

A young man with a cold temperament was possessed by a martial spirit, and his lower body turned into a snake's tail.

He opened his mouth wide, and black mist suddenly spurted out, quickly covering the arena.

Tang San looked at the black mist and shook his head slightly.

Although this black mist covers a large area, its toxicity is minimal.

However, the quality of this Black Sheath Snake Spirit is far inferior to that of Dugu Yan. It can cover a large area of ​​vision, which is already considered good.

In the spectator seats, everyone looked at the ring and felt a headache.

Like this, they couldn't watch the battle carefully.

Sometimes, the battle process is more important than the result, especially for control soul masters.

In the black mist, moans, whipping sounds, and miserable howls came and went.

As time went by, more and more contestants were pushed off the ring.

Several healing soul masters who were waiting aside quickly stepped forward to treat him.

After 10 minutes, the sounds on the ring became smaller and smaller, and the black fog gradually faded until it completely dissipated.

On the ring, only Wu Sidao was left standing, his long tail swaying.

Except for him, the other contestants were either kicked out of the ring or knocked down in the ring.

Wu Sidao laughed loudly when he saw this.

In the dark fog, his visual range was far beyond that of others. This game was simply tailor-made for him.

He looked towards the spectator seats, his ears perked up, ready to hear Dean Flender announce the result.

However, for some reason, everyone in the spectator seats opened their mouths slightly and looked upward.

He subconsciously looked towards the sky, only to see a blue-haired young man suspended in mid-air, looking at him expressionlessly.

How can it be?

Why can he float in mid-air?

Wu Sidao was horrified, and at this moment, blue silver grass spread out from his body, and in the blink of an eye, he was tied up tightly.

The second soul skill, parasitic.

(End of this chapter)