Douluo: Wuhun Dragon Roar Spear, I, the Lord of the North

Chapter 120 The Soul Master Competition opens, Liu Yanyang sets a trap for Shrek!

Sunset Forest.

Tang San pulled the trigger on the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand, and 16 pitch-black arrows shot out, directly piercing through the 8000-year-old human-faced demon spider in front of him.

In an instant, a deep purple soul ring emerged, then he nodded to Flanders, sat down cross-legged, and pulled the soul ring.

Looking at Tang San who was absorbing the spirit ring steadily, Flanders couldn't help but sigh. He used the spirit power pressure to test Tang San's physical fitness, but he didn't expect that Tang San could withstand the spirit power pressure of level 46.

An hour later.

Tang San woke up faintly, then stood up, four yellow and purple soul rings emerged under his feet, and he muttered to himself, "Soul power level 42."

Flanders adjusted his glasses, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, patted Tang San's shoulder and said, "You are worthy of being Xiaogang's disciple."

Tang San's eyes were filled with excitement, he looked at Flanders and said, "Dean Flanders, please take me to find a ten thousand year old power type spirit beast."

Flanders nodded slightly, then summoned his martial soul, picked up Tang San and flew into the air, starting to look for a suitable soul beast.

Soon, the two locked onto a Thousand-year-old Ant, and Flanders placed Tang San on the ground.

He flew directly towards the Qianjun Ant. The black soul ring under his feet lit up, and then dense golden feathers appeared around his body. Flanders pointed with one hand, and the golden feathers instantly rushed towards the Qianjun Ant.

In the blink of an eye, dense wounds appeared on the body of the Qianjun Ant, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Tang San seized the opportunity, and ghost-like traced him directly to the vicinity of Qianjun Ant, and directly pulled the trigger of Zhuge's magic crossbow, and 16 black arrows passed through his body.

Suddenly, a pitch-black spirit ring emerged, and Tang San immediately sat down cross-legged, summoned the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, and began to absorb the spirit ring.

Time passed slowly, Flanders frowned slightly, looking worriedly at Tang San who had a painful expression but was gritting his teeth to persevere.

Dusk has arrived and the sun is setting.

Seeing Tang San absorb the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring without any danger, Flanders couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not long after, Tang San slowly opened his eyes, stood up, looked at the black spirit ring under his feet with excitement, and said excitedly, "Success, I succeeded."

Flanders walked forward, patted Tang San's shoulder with a smile and said sincerely, "Soul power is 44 and a half levels. It is estimated that before the Soul Master Competition begins, it can break through to 45 levels."

Tang San nodded, thinking to himself, "Just wait, Liu Yanyang, I will definitely make you suffer beyond your wits' end."

Flanders adjusted his glasses and thought to himself, "Dai Mubai is level 43, Xiao Wu is level 41, Oscar is level 39, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing are level 37, and Ma Hongjun is level 36."

"With three Soul Masters and four Soul Lords, under the leadership of Tang San, there is hope for the Soul Master Competition champion."

"If one ad space sells for 10 gold soul coins, then it will be a steady stream of money."

Thinking this in his heart, the corners of Flanders' mouth curled up to the back of his ears and he fell into a sweet dream.

……

Two months later.

The day before the Soul Master Competition opens.

The Duke's residence in the North.

The Tianshui Team, the Chihuo Team, the Kamikaze Team, as well as Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling from the Huangdou Team, all gathered here and held a carnival party.

Liu Yanyang lay leisurely on Shui Bing'er's round thighs, enjoying Shui Bing'er's feeding.

I glanced at the people in the yard who were having a great time.

"Except for Xuewu and Qiu Ruoshui who have soul power level 45, and Shui Yueer who has soul power level 43, the rest of the Tianshui team are all soul power level 41."

"Duguyan is level 58, Ye Lingling is level 48."

"Feng Xiaotian is level 53, Huo Wu is level 47, Huo Wushuang is level 46."

Liu Yanyang raised his lips slightly, "With this lineup, I don't know how Shrek can win."

"Ayang, did you think of something interesting?" Shui Bing'er asked softly, and then fed the peeled grapes into Liu Yanyang's mouth. "Bing'er, at the Soul Master Competition, someone might be beaten into autism, and it will be a permanent condition."

"Oh, really?" Shui Bing'er's eyes flashed with thought, and then she asked tentatively, "Ayang, is the person who was beaten into autism Tang San?"

"Pfft!"

Liu Yanyang laughed. In the Soul Master Competition in the original novel, Shui Bing'er was the only one who beat Tang San to the point of autism. It seemed that this was the little punk's fate.

Liu Yanyang then looked at Bai Chenxiang. He did not expect Bai Chenxiang to join the Blazing Fire Team. He thought to himself, "This Soul Master Competition is very interesting. Bai Chenxiang, who is 14 years old and level 41, has a great chance of inheriting the throne of the Phoenix God in the future."

……

The next morning.

Tiandou City Great Fighting Spirit Arena.

Liu Yanyang and Shui Binger had already arrived at the Fighting Spirit Arena with the Tianshui team.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

The mischievous Shuiyue'er shouted and looked around. It was the first time for her to see such a crowded scene.

"Wow, it's so ugly, so green!" Shui Yue'er suddenly exclaimed, then turned to look at Liu Yanyang and shouted, "Brother-in-law, sister, look quickly."

After he finished speaking, Liu Yanyang and Shui Bing'er turned around and saw the crowd talking.

"Which college are they from? Did they just crawl out of the toilet?"

"You are wrong. I think they must have been defecated in the toilet."

"Hahaha!"

"It's hilarious. The green shit monster on their chest is really weird, and the ears are like trumpets."

"Looking for advertising sponsorship?"

"Pfft! I can't stop laughing. Family members, is this really the Advanced Soul Master Academy?"

"How poor must one be to think of selling advertising space at the Soul Master Competition? It's true that there are all kinds of birds in a big forest."

"Well, we are all here to participate in the Soul Master Competition. I guess these people are just here for the sake of formality. Look at that extremely wretched red-haired fat guy, he looks like a ball. His martial spirit should be a pig."

"Hahaha, you didn't let them go either. You're so mean."

Liu Yanyang listened to the mocking words of the crowd, with a slight smile on his face, and thought to himself, "Flanders is really a talent."

At this time, Flanders had already taken Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong and quickly entered the crowd.

The three of them were all dressed normally, with indifferent expressions, as if they didn't know the Shrek Seven Devils at all.

"He doesn't wear the weird clothes himself, but lets the Shrek Seven Devils wear them. This way of attracting attention is really interesting." Liu Yanyang complained in his heart.

Then, he looked at the Tianshui team and said softly, "Let's go in. As for the Shrek Seven Devils, someone will take care of them."

"Ok!"

Then Liu Yanyang took Shui Bing'er to the rest area prepared for each participating team in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.

Not long after, Liu Yanyang and others had just sat down to rest for a few minutes when the Shrek Seven Devils also walked in.

Liu Yanyang glanced at them with a slight smile on his face. This time he specifically looked for Xue Qinghe and made some small adjustments to make sure Shrek had to fight against the Tiandou Royal Team II.

"Little jerk, I wonder if you can leave the stage unscathed after crippling the Tiandou Royal Team II this time?"

"Especially you, Dai Mubai!"

(End of this chapter)