"Is this Bai Mu's Second Spirit Skill?"
"What a bizarre—ah, no! What a unique spirit skill!"
"I never thought he'd actually choose a spirit skill like this for his Second Spirit Ring."
Off the field, Tang San and the others wore different expressions.
Who could have imagined that the spirit skill chosen by a so-called power-attack Battle Soul Elder would actually be a healing and functional type?
"His third spirit skill won't be a support-type spirit skill too, will it?"
Ning Rongrong could not help asking.
She seriously suspected that Bai Mu would find a way to obtain strengthening-type spirit skills in the future.
She could not help wondering: when that time came, would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda still hold any appeal for him?
If not, how was she supposed to entice him into joining her clan?
"Hard to say—Bai Mu always manages to give you unexpected surprises."
Thinking back on the past, Tang San shook his head and sighed.
He never imagined that the greatest surprise his "good brother" Bai Mu would create was waiting for him to pick up in the near future.
In the clearing, "You really are troublesome, brat!"
Zhao Wuji, whose attack had missed, subconsciously glanced at Bai Mu in some frustration.
If this were a normal battle, he would absolutely charge straight at the Spirit Master himself without thinking.
But this was only a test.
If he could not deal with the martial soul after all this time and went after the Spirit Master instead, that seemed a little improper, didn't it?
It seemed he really did have to get serious!
The thought flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind, and he straightened. "Kid, I admit your martial soul is indeed very strong, but if I launch an indiscriminate attack, what will you do