My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Although Guang Jun could be considered a veteran of countless battles, this was the first time he had encountered a scene like this. He was a little flustered, but still did his best to stay calm, standing behind Jiang Siming.

"Cultivation? I'd like to see just what kind of immortal you're cultivating into," Jiang Siming said, not panicked in the slightest. Instead, there was a hint of mockery in his voice.

Jiang Siming could sense the dross-like energy inside the other man. Although the energy he had accumulated could barely compare to a Soul King's, it was so impure that he probably could not even make use of one-tenth of it.

The other party's cultivation method was somewhat similar to that of Evil Spirit Masters; both cultivated through human lives. It was just that while Evil Spirit Masters were no good thing, the energy inside an Evil Spirit Master was pure death, unlike this half-baked thing before him, who was like a monster!

"Boy, you could block a sniper rifle! Looks like you're no ordinary person either. Your flesh and blood must be delicious!" The old man stared at Jiang Siming darkly and greedily, his long scarlet tongue licking his withered lips.

"Mazi, be careful!" Guang Jun could not help but warn him.

"Don't worry! Dealing with trash like this won't be a problem!" Jiang Siming said calmly. The reason he had not made a move was simply that he wanted to experience the methods of cultivators in the Main World.

Otherwise, how could a guy who had not even reached Soul King strength dare to have this many lines?

"Boy, I like your arrogance! Kill the brat behind you, and I'll take you as my disciple. How about it?" Not only was the old man not angry, he even