"Finally, I can let go of my hands and feet!" A dozen Shadow Clones differentiated by Madara tried to open Sharingans. In an instant, a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes transformed the originally romantic candlelight dinner atmosphere into a haunted atmosphere.
"Brother Madara, it's dinner time now. If you want to test, go to the training ground later!" Seeing a dozen identical Madaras looking at each other with their scarlet eyes, several girls subconsciously took a step back. Ning Rongrong said with some lack of confidence.
Madara also realized that something was wrong. With a thought, all Shadow Clone turned into smoke with a bang and disappeared without a trace.
"Xiao San, aren't you going to introduce your Soul Skill to me?" Madara asked seriously, still thinking about his younger brother.
"This is my Fourth Spirit Skill Blue Silver Prison!" Tang San put down his chopsticks and stretched out a finger to gently lift it up. In an instant, the black Blue Silver Grass appeared without warning and gathered into a cage. It also looked unusually tough.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill! You are indeed my brother!" Madara's attention was focused on the color of Tang San Fourth Spirit Ring. The black color was exactly the same as Madara's Fourth Spirit Ring.
"Isn't it just this? I can do it too!" Mumu saw the master praising others so much, and pretended to snort. He also raised his hand and countless saplings had grown up to cover the original black Blue Silver Grass cage.
"Little guy! It's amazing!" Flender said with a smile from the side, looking like he was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
"Your Martial Soul can actually absorb the Soul Power on my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul! It's so strange!" Tang San felt it carefully and looked at the Mumu in front of him in surprise.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. They all understood what this ability meant in a team battle. Its effect is even slightly better than the quenching properties of Tang San.
"No wonder you want to accept him as your disciple!" Big Vision stepped forward and gently touched the sapling summoned by Mumu with his fingers. Feeling the weak suction, he said to Ban clearly.
How could I, a disciple of Uchiha Madara, be so bad? The corners of Madara's mouth were slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.
"The next thing we are going to discuss is about Continental Elite Soul Master Competition!" Flender saw that everyone had almost finished eating and drinking, coughed slightly and said with a serious face.
Shrek Seven Devils has long heard of the most famous event on the continent. Everyone sat upright and listened attentively to Flender's speech. Even Madara, who had never cared, pricked up his ears and listened.
"Next, let Grandmaster tell everyone!" Flender saw everyone staring at him intently, coughed slightly awkwardly and handed over the right to speak to Grandmaster.
"I won't go into details about the importance of this competition. Now let me introduce the competition system to you!" Grandmaster cleared his throat, took a sip of tea and began to explain in detail to everyone.
Grandmaster took about half an hour to give everyone a preliminary understanding of this game, and then made a suggestion. "Besides this, there is another important issue, that is, we must have enough substitutes. First, it can help everyone preserve their strength, and second, it can confuse the opponent!"
Grandmaster clapped his hands, and three men and women of different looks walked in, but each one exuded a powerful aura. At a glance, he knew they were elites. Among them was an acquaintance named Tailong: "This Several Erlong's colleges have already been pre-selected, they are Tailong, Huang Yuan, Wang Zi'an and Jiang Zhu!"
After Shrek Seven Devils and the three new teammates got to know each other, Tang San asked with confusion on his face, "Teacher, didn't you say there are four people? Why is there one missing?"
"The missing one is Wang Zi'an. He was injured during training a few days ago! Madara, you should go take a look!" Grandmaster explained to everyone, and then turned his attention to Madara who was sitting there.
"Is it him? Isn't he less than Three-ring Soul Master?" Madara thought for a long time in his mind before finding the impression of the boy in white, and was a little surprised.
"It's now level 34 Assault Type Soul Master! His family got him a Heavenly Treasures that's better than Tangshan's Immortal Grade!" Grandmaster said with profound meaning.
"Okay! I'm going to meet him now!" Madara also wanted to see how far the young man he once guided casually had grown up to now, so he nodded and agreed.
Madara began to search for Wang Zi'an in the school hospital but could not find it, and finally found his trace in the back mountain.
Madara stood silently in the distance, not disturbing the white figure who was sweating profusely and training hard, and nodded with slight satisfaction.
Even though his injuries have not healed, he still insists on getting up and completing his training. What the pain cannot stop is his strong will as iron, so that he can slowly develop the strength of a truly strong person.
"Show me your results!" Madara suddenly interrupted him.
"Teacher, you are back!" The young man turned his head in surprise, beads of sweat the size of soybeans sliding down his tired cheeks.
"Come on, show it!" Ban raised his head, signaling him not to talk nonsense.
Wang Zi'an nodded overjoyed and wiped his sweat. Folding Fan Martial Soul appeared in his hand, and three Soul Ring in yellow, yellow and purple were also shining behind him.
"First Spirit Skill, Gale Roll!" Wang Zi'an yelled with all his strength, and fanned forward fiercely with the folding fan in his hand.
A huge gust of wind instantly blew away all the fallen leaves in front, and even trees as thick as a bowl were broken directly in the middle. It looked extremely powerful.
This Soul Skill can blow the Power Attack System Soul Master that rushes to the front into the sky. If no one responds, the huge impact when it lands is enough to seriously injure someone. The power can be said to be very good, much improved compared to before.
However, Madara still frowned deeply, always feeling that something was wrong, and fell into silence looking at Wang Zi'an, whose eyes were full of expectations.
"Have you completed the wind attribute Soul Power change that I mentioned?" Madara tried to ask, thinking about the reason in his heart.
"Teacher, I tried my best to complete it!" Wang Zi'an saw Madara's somewhat ugly expression and couldn't help but replied immediately with fear in his heart.
"Your First Spirit Skill, is it so weak?" Madara asked bluntly, because he did not believe that a hard-working person would be lazy.
"Weak?" Wang Zi'an felt a strong tug in his heart and his body trembled, as if his efforts had been denied.
Seeing his lost look, Madara didn't explain, but directly Sharingan possessed him and used his own First Spirit Skill.
Fire Release. Great Fire Annihilation!
The raging sea of fire almost swallowed up half of the back mountain in an instant, and the arrogant tongues of fire licked the land where they met, dividing this place into the world of Lie Yan.
"Isn't the power of First Spirit Skill at least like this?" Madara said matter-of-factly, looking at the stunned Wang Zi'an.