Tang San's Unfounded Confidence
Sure enough.
Yu Xiaogang Seeing that he was silent, he spoke again, and his tone slowed down a bit.
"Lin Qingmo, if you want to play, I have a suggestion."
"This Soul Fighting is a rare training opportunity for Tang San and the others."
"Your strength is far beyond this level. Even if you take action, try to be more restrained. Don't use Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill. Hide part of your strength and give them more room to display."
Yu Xiaogang's words were high-sounding, but the selfishness behind his eyes could not be hidden.
"Haha."
Lin Qingmo smiled.
He really guessed right.
He shrugged and repeated again, "I told you, I'm not interested in participating."
"You can just beat yourself up if you want."
"This..."
Yu Xiaogang and Flender's expressions darkened, and they were a little unable to get off stage for a while.
Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, Tang San took a step forward.
He raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang and Flender, his eyes full of confidence.
He said in a steady and powerful voice, "Teacher, Dean, it doesn't matter. If he doesn't want to participate, just don't participate."
He turned around and looked at everyone, with a confident smile on his lips.
"Even without him Lin Qingmo, we can still win this Soul Fighting."
"Why are you so confident, based on your level 31 Soul Power?"
Dai Mubai showed his usual disdain for Tang San.
Tang San glanced at him coldly.
Immediately, his eyes fell on the name of the file Dugu Yan.
He said confidently, "Control-type of Imperial Fighting Team is Jade Phosphorus Snake Martial Soul, relying on toxins to control the battlefield."
"And when it comes to poison, I dare say that no one knows it better than me."
"Dugu Yan's Jade Phosphor Snake Poison poses no threat to us."
"As long as her poison is broken, it is equivalent to losing one opponent. We may not have ways to deal with the remaining people."
When saying this, Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu next to him unconsciously.
He was holding back some energy in his heart.
This time we must let Xiao Wu see that even without Lin Qingmo, he Tang San can lead everyone to win this Soul Fighting.
You can protect her too!
Xiao Wu curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "To put it nicely, A-Qing doesn't need to bother to crack other people's poisons to defeat them."
"..."
Tang San's face froze slightly, but he still maintained his confidence and did not change his words.
"Xiao Wu, this is actually a strategy."
Lin Qingmo leaned against the pillar and looked at Tang San's confident look. He couldn't help but smile and said nothing.
He had forgotten.
Tang San Now is the time when you are young, energetic and competitive.
But he knew it in his heart.
In the original book, Shrek Seven Devils won by a narrow margin against Imperial Fighting Team.
Half of it is because Imperial Fighting Team underestimates the enemy.
The other half is based on Oscar's Flying Sausage, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Tang San's own absorption of Man Faced Demon Spider Spirit Ring to obtain Eight Spider Lances, and the unexpected Hidden Weapon method.
It took many factors to achieve the ultimate comeback.
But now Tang San has no Eight Spider Lances, Oscar has no Flying Sausage, and the relationship between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai is so bad that they are unwilling to use Martial Soul Fusion Skill at all.
He would like to see what kind of tricks Tang San can do.
The afternoon sun shines through the sparse tree canopy of the Shrek Academy, casting mottled light and shadow on the muddy ground of Training Ground.
Even though they were about to face Imperial Fighting Team Soul Fighting, everyone's training did not stop.
Everyone who had just finished a round of extreme physical training had not had time to wipe off the sweat from their foreheads.
Lin Qingmo walked slowly to Zhu Zhuqing and shouted clearly through the noise of Training Ground in a low voice, "Zhu Zhuqing, come with me Back Mountain."
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment.
The pair of cat eyes that were always covered with a layer of coldness shrank slightly.
Then he just nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
She tightened the belt around her waist and followed Lin Qingmo silently towards the forest behind Training Ground.
This scene made Dai Mubai not far away instantly blush.
The knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, the joints made a soft cracking sound, and his cheeks were clenched tightly.
A pair of tiger eyes stared at the retreating figures of the two people, their chests rose and fell violently, and they wanted to rush forward on the spot.
Ma Hongjun next to him saw this and quickly stretched out his hand to tug his arm.
He lowered his voice and advised, "Boss Dai, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"
"Lin Qingmo is obviously setting up a small stove for Sister Zhu Zhuqing to guide her practice. Aren't you going to find it hard to rush in? We can't beat him..."
"Get out!"
Dai Mubai growled and shook his hand away, gritting his teeth.
"Guidance? A man and a woman go into the woods alone. What kind of guidance is this?!"
I felt angry and anxious, and had an indescribable feeling of powerlessness.
He knows better than anyone that he is no match for Lin Qingmo.
What made him even more aggrieved was that Zhu Zhuqing's attitude toward Lin Qingmo during this period had changed from being alienated and wary at first to being completely trusting now.
Not even a question.
This made his heart feel as uncomfortable as being pricked by countless needles.
the other side.
Ning Rongrong shook the shadow of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda that had just dispersed behind him, and tiptoed closer to Xiao Wu who was wiping sweat.
She bumped Xiao Wu's arm lightly with her elbow.
"Xiao Wu, you're not worried at all? You see, A-Qing called Zhu Zhuqing alone to Back Mountain. A man and a woman alone are not afraid of something happening?"
She blinked her big, lively eyes, and there was a bit of hidden gossip in her tone, as well as a bit of obvious envy.
Xiao Wu Hearing this, he shook off his long braid that hung down to his waist.
His face was full of a matter-of-fact expression, and he even bent his eyes and smiled.
Her tone was extremely determined. "What are you worried about? I know best who A-Qing is."
"He just opened a small stove for Zhu Zhuqing. I don't mind at all, let alone worry."
As she spoke, she glanced in the direction Lin Qingmo left.
His eyes were full of unreserved trust.
There is no hint of jealousy or displeasure.
There is one thing she didn't say: 'She doesn't mind at all even if A-Qing does anything.'
This was just said.
Not far away, Tang San, who was drinking from a water cup, suddenly stopped.
"!!!"
I almost choked on a mouthful of water.
He put down the water glass.
The hands hanging by his sides were quietly clenched.
His originally peaceful face suddenly darkened, becoming so black that it looked like he could drip ink.
He originally thought that Xiao Wu would be a little concerned even if he wasn't jealous when he saw Lin Qingmo being so 'disrespectful'.
After all, Lin Qingmo's excellence is obvious to all.
What's more, being alone with girls of the same age.
It is inevitable for anyone to have grudges.
But he never expected that Xiao Wu would have such complete trust, without even the slightest hesitation.
Tang San raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Back Mountain, his eyes filled with puzzled emotions.
What is it about Lin Qingmo that makes Xiao Wu trust him to this extent?
It can make a cold and aloof person like Zhu Zhuqing willingly follow him to Back Mountain regardless of other people's opinions.
Even Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of envy, wishing that he was the one being called.
The woods of Back Mountain are exceptionally quiet.
There was only the rustle of the wind through the branches and leaves, and occasionally a few crisp bird calls.
The sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves and fell on the two of them in pieces.
Lin Qingmo stopped and turned around to look at Zhu Zhuqing who was following behind.
Zhu Zhuqing also stopped and lowered his eyes slightly.
Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.
His face, which was always cold on weekdays, was actually a bit unnoticeably nervous at this moment, and he even breathed a little lighter.