Douluo Saiyan Legend

"What!" Tang San felt resentful. He was both looked down upon and ridiculed.

And in front of so many people.

"The only useless thing is a martial spirit, the only useless thing is a soul master. Although my martial spirit has Blue Silver Grass, it is still invincible in my hands!"

Tang San summoned the Blue Silver Grass that he had just withdrawn, and two spirit rings slowly floated up, as if he was about to fight Meng Yiran.

"What a nonsense..." Wukong rolled his eyes, Tang San always felt that the master was right.

If you think about it, you can understand it even if you study it carefully. For example, who can win in a fight between a Blue Silver Grass spirit master who is over 90 levels and a Seven Kills Sword spirit master who is over 90 levels?

Isn't this very obvious? Well, if Seven Kills Sword is going to restrain Blue Silver Grass, it will be Sky Ivy.

Tiandu Royal Academy Zhilin Contra is a martial spirit, and the advanced plant-type martial spirit Tianqingteng's light flexibility is several times stronger than that of Blue Silver Grass.

And the premise is that the Blue Silver Grass soul master can cultivate to level 90.

Tang San can cultivate to level 90. In addition to being a plug-in, he also has a martial spirit and does not have Blue Silver Grass at all. Your Blue Silver Emperor's initial form is of course qualified to be here.

Moreover, it also has the ability of Star Anise Ice Grass and Fiery Apricot Jiaoshu to avoid ice and fire. It is no longer the ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

The lineage of Blue Silver Grass also produced a top-level plant martial spirit like Blue Silver Emperor. The Scarlet Flame Thorn Spirit Master from the Botanical Academy had a spirit of her own. In that lineage, a person similar to Red Flame could appear. The Thorn Emperor is a plant soul beast and is definitely more powerful than the Blue Silver Emperor.

Blue Silver Grass is said to be the most useless plant-type martial spirit. Normally, the Red Flame Thorns can crush more than half of Blue Silver Grass with their abilities. Not to mention that the two races and bloodlines are emperors.

Moreover, in the second part of Douluo Dalu, Ji Juechen is the sword-wielding soul master. This guy’s talent can be said to be better than Chen Xin. In the end, if the Iron Sword Wuhun was not useless, Ji Juechen would never stop there. this.

On the contrary, some people who work very hard are soul masters, but are limited because their martial souls are not strong enough. Therefore, they have no martial souls and only useless soul masters. This is completely bullshit!

It should be said that no waste is a soul master, only waste is a martial spirit!

And your Tang San is your teacher Yu Xiaogang. He does have some attainments in martial arts, but Luo Sanpao's martial arts limits the master's abilities.

By saying this, aren't you slapping your own master in the face?

From here we can see that if Tang San only thinks about himself, can't you control the overall situation?

Why didn't I think that your words could point the finger at Yu Xiaogang?

I still don’t believe it when I say you only care about yourself.

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

"I want to see how strong your so-called Blue Silver Grass is."

Meng Yiran licked his lips, waved the snake staff in his hand, and two yellow soul rings slowly floated on his body.

"Meng Yiran, level , second-level great soul master, Martial Spirit Snake Blade!"

Meng Yiran pointed the snake blade at Tang San and announced his soul power level and martial spirit.

"Tang San, twenty-ninth level second-level great spirit master, martial spirit blue silver grass."

Tang San also reported his level and martial spirit.

Tang San was not afraid of Meng Yiran at all. Although there was only one level difference between level 29 and level 30, there was still a huge gap in soul power.

However, the difference between a great soul master and a soul master is the thousand-year soul ring. Now that Meng Yiran has not obtained the thousand-year soul ring, it is reasonable to say that his statistical strength is at the same level as Tang San.

So Tang San wasn't timid at all now, but was very motivated to fight.

"Wukong, what percentage do you think Tang San's winning rate is?" Zhu Zhuqing silently retreated to the end and went to talk to Wukong, who had his back turned to them.

Wukong didn't turn his head, but put his hands behind his back, as if everyone was drunk and I woke up.

"One hundred percent winning rate..." Wukong said leisurely.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Tang San could indeed defeat Meng Yiran now.

By coincidence, Meng Yiran heard Wukong's words.

She was looked down upon by a Blue Silver Grass spirit master and even challenged her. Now people actually think that this little Blue Silver Grass spirit master can beat her.

Meng Yiran became angry immediately. The blows from the group of people in front of him made Meng Yiran extremely emotional.

Now Wukong said this again, Meng Yiran stretched out the snake staff or the spearhead towards Wukong, gritted his teeth and said: "Hey! Why do you say that?"

"My martial soul is much better than Blue Silver Grass in terms of quality alone. Why do I say he has a 100% winning rate?"

Wukong paused, "Oh, it's over. I shouldn't have said it if I knew it."

"Well, I'm just going to make a casual comment. You continue, you continue..." Wukong rubbed his nose in embarrassment, but his body still didn't turn back.

Meng Yiran was furious when she saw Wukong's attitude. Now she didn't want to fight Tang San.

"You've been turning your back to us since just now, okay, then I won't fight this Blue Silver Grass spirit master now!" Meng Yiran curled his lips and looked away from Tang San.

Originally I thought that if I fought with Tang San, I would bully him, and I was afraid that if I won, I would be laughed at by others, but now I finally felt like I was letting off steam.

"You! Turn around..." Meng Yiran said to Wukong in a commanding tone.

Wukong's face darkened. He was really hiding something. He turned his body and came to Meng Yiran in a blink of an eye.

This time Wukong startled Meng Yiran, and only then did Meng Yiran see Wukong's face clearly.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but his serious appearance also has a hint of childishness and cuteness, a mixture of half wolfdog, half puppy and a little bit silly.

Wukong's face showed up, and combined with his strong figure, Meng Yiran blushed.

She felt like she had lost her composure just now, talking to such a handsome guy like this...

"You~" Meng Yiran was a little shy. Just now, he looked like a shrew.

Snake Woman also noticed the change in Meng Yiran's expression, and sighed softly. Sure enough, the female university was not willing to stay!

Meng Yiran quickly regained consciousness, proudly raised his head and said to Wukong:

"I want to fight you!"

Shrek and the others looked at Meng Yiran in surprise.

Oscar almost cried with joy and teased Meng Yiran: "Are you sure you have to fight him?"

"If it doesn't work, you can let me beat you!"

The snake woman glared Oscar back, scaring him so much that he immediately lost his temper.

Meng still ignored Oscar, because now she had Wukong in her eyes.

Tang San shook his head. It seemed that others looked down on him as a martial soul, and he was crushed by Sun Wukong because of his power.

"Looking at your figure, you must be a fighting spirit master. What level are you at?"

Seeing that Meng Yiran had asked him, Wukong had no choice but to reply: "No more, no more, it's only level 35."

"Level 35? Are you kidding me?" Meng Yiran looked at Wukong like this.

"Level 35!" Snake Woman was also a little shocked. Why didn't Meng Yiran choose that Blue Silver Grass soul master instead of this soul master who looked very powerful?

"How old are you?" Meng Yiran began to wonder about Wukong's age. If there was someone older than him, maybe Meng Yiran could still bear it.

Wukong is now 1 meters tall. It seems that he has not changed since he first entered the Wuhun Hall.

It still seems to us that Goku is older than her.

"I'm 12 years old. Is there something about my body shape that makes you think I'm older than you?" Wukong put his hands on his chest and looked at Meng Yiran with a half-smile.