Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

Chapter 55: Two people fighting, meeting Mu Chen
Tang Wulin and Ye Xinglan fought on the competition stage, and Ye Xinglan suppressed Tang Wulin without any surprise.

Compared to the original novel, Ye Xinglan inevitably picked up some of Qian Mo's sword style because he practiced sword with Qian Mo for a long time. His sword skills became less peaceful and more brutal, and he showed no mercy with his sword.

Each sword strike was clean and sharp, and each ray of sword light covered with star god power accurately pierced Tang Wulin's vital points.

Tang Wulin, who had just unlocked the seal of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, could not withstand the countless star god sword beams that were like starlight. Several blood flowers splashed out from all over his body, staining his clothes red.

Tang Wulin was in great pain at the moment. A ring of blue silver grass entangled him and he couldn't get close to Ye Xinglan. The physical fitness that he was proud of was about to collapse under the frequent attacks of the Star God Sword.

So, Tang Wulin made a very powerful choice.

Burn together! He had to resist the attack of the Star God Sword and let the Golden Dragon Claw catch Ye Xinglan.

Facing Tang Wulin's fearless attack, Ye Xinglan did not panic at all. After experiencing the desperate and suffocating feeling under the cover of Qianmo's Seven Killing Sword Intent, it was difficult for her to have any emotional ups and downs during the battle.

At this moment, Tang Wulin's desperate attack was full of flaws in Ye Xinglan's eyes.

At the moment when the golden dragon claws grabbed the golden light shield in front of Ye Xinglan, Ye Xinglan turned sideways and raised the Star God Sword, piercing Tang Wulin's throat like lightning.

The Golden Dragon Claw had already been swung out, but the old force had been used up and the new force had not yet been generated. The Golden Dragon Claw had no way of turning back to defend. Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and refused to retreat. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Ye Xinglan with all his strength.

Seeing that Tang Wulin refused to retreat, Ye Xinglan used the fierceness that Qian Mo had trained him to have, and thrust the tip of his sword straight at Tang Wulin's throat.

At the critical moment, two white shadows rushed up from the stage like lightning, one caught Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw, and the other blocked Ye Xinglan's Star God Sword.

Two huge forces came, and Ye Xinglan and Tang Wulin flew backwards at the same time.

Qian Mo moved as fast as the wind. He steadied Ye Xinglan's body with one hand and held her in his arms.

On the other side, Wu Zhangkong caught Tang Wulin, and a layer of light frost mist covered him, sealing all the wounds on Tang Wulin's body.

"Are you okay, Xinglan?" Qian Mo glanced at the hand that had just caught the golden dragon claw, and saw that the skin was slightly broken.

The Golden Dragon King's bloodline was indeed extremely destructive, capable of breaking through soul power and causing harm, but at that moment Qian Mo had already copied the Golden Dragon King's bloodline and the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline and stored them.

A faint pink flushed on Ye Xinglan's snow-white skin. In a voice as soft as a mosquito's, he whispered, "No, it's okay!"

"You're pretty ruthless!" Wu Changkong said this lightly, and without even looking at Qian Mo and Ye Xinglan, he took Tang Wulin and floated down the competition stage.

"Uh...this," the referee on the stage stared at the scene in a daze, not knowing how to make a judgment.

Qian Mo took a quick glance and said in a deep voice, "If we hadn't stopped them, Tang Wulin would have died and Ye Xinglan would have been injured!"

The referee immediately understood Qian Mo's meaning and quickly made the announcement.

"Individual competition, Tang Wulin lost! Eliminated in the second round."

Qian Mo and Ye Xinglan walked off the stage together. Wu Changkong had already disappeared with Tang Wulin, leaving only Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan.

Qian Mo took a quick look and found that the cool boy was Xie Xie, and the cute girl with light blue hair was Xu Xiaoyan, who was a couple with his cousin Le Zhengyu in the original novel.

Qian Mo's mind raced. He still had to watch Xu Xiaoyan's match. Her martial soul needed to be copied. After all, the absolute validity of this feature was too buggy.

"Xinglan, are you still going to continue playing the game?" Qian Mo asked.

Ye Xinglan nodded. "Teacher Shen hopes that I can participate in the team competition. I agreed. Will you join?"

Qian Mo shook his head and said, "I won't join. I'm going to leave the team tomorrow after I meet someone."

"Where are you going?" Gu Yuena frowned and asked. Qian Mo said calmly, "Tiandou City, I'm going to look for my teacher."

"Okay," Ye Xinglan sighed in disappointment, "I'll find someone else!"

……

The next day, Qian Mo entered the stadium. When passing by the competition stage, he glanced at the small group of three people including Tang Wulin on the competition stage, and took the opportunity to copy Xu Xiaoyan's Star Wheel Ice Staff martial spirit.

Without stopping, he walked up the stairs to the box on the top floor, and knocked gently on the door of box number three.

"Come in," a deep voice came from inside the door, and Qian Mo pushed the door open and walked in.

There were only two people in the box, one was Duan Xuan, the president of the Tianhai Blacksmith Association, and the other was Mu Chen, the president of the Donghai Blacksmith Association, an eighth-level saint craftsman, who was also the target of his trip.

"Junior Qian Mo greets his uncle, President Duan." Qian Mo bowed respectfully.

Duan Xuan nodded slightly and looked Qian Mo up and down curiously.

Mu Chen's inquiring gaze fell on Qian Mo, and after a while he said, "I've heard that Brother has accepted a disciple, but seeing him today, he's quite extraordinary."

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle," Qian Mo said.

"What level are you as a blacksmith?" Mu Chen asked casually, stroking his short beard.

"Level four," Qian Mo replied.

Mu Chen's hand paused slightly, a hint of complacency flashed in his eyes. His apprentice was no worse than the apprentice of the master craftsman. He said lightly: "Not bad. How long has it been since the breakthrough?"

"More than a year." Qian Mo said honestly.

"hiss!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen's hand trembled and he pulled out a strand of white beard from his chin, causing him to grimace in pain.

Duan Xuan beside him also widened his eyes in shock, "One year! You haven't even thought about breaking through to level five in one year."

They knew that a nine-year-old fourth-level blacksmith could definitely break through to level five. The fact that Qian Mo didn't break through could only mean that he didn't want to.

"If you want to build a skyscraper on flat ground, you can't do it too quickly. You still have to lay a solid foundation," Qian Mo said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Muchen's eyes were filled with undisguised admiration. "Very good! Young people these days are too impatient, wanting to achieve rapid progress. In such a challenging environment, you remain so steady and composed. No wonder Senior Brother cherishes you so much."

"Uncle Master, you are too kind," Qian Mo said modestly.

Mu Chen raised his hand and threw a piece of purple-red metal to Qian Mo, "This piece of Yang Soul Gold is your welcome gift from Master Uncle."

Yanghun Gold is a top-level spiritual metal that has the function of amplifying and stabilizing spiritual power. Because the conditions for its formation are extremely harsh, the amount of it in the world is extremely rare. Even Zhenhua only has two pieces.

Qian Mo looked at the Yanghun Gold in his hand and felt ecstatic. Yanghun Gold was a very suitable metal for him to make battle armor.

But Yanghun Gold was scarce, and he was worried about how to get enough. Unexpectedly, Muchen gave him a piece.

"Thank you, uncle." Qian Mo said gratefully.

(End of this chapter)