Yu Xiaogang's Self-Deception, Tang San's Melancholy

Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena The auditorium in the main arena is currently being enveloped by a roaring sound like a tsunami.

After learning about this unprecedented one-man showdown against a complete ace team.

The nearly 10,000 spectators at the venue had already fallen into a frenzy, and their shouts and discussions almost overturned the dome.

But just when the four circles of Spirit Ring lit up one after another under the thin figure.

The whole Great Soul Arena seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, and the boiling noise suddenly fell into silence.

Countless gasps of air came and went.

In an exclusive area in the front row of the auditorium.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting there with an uncertain expression on his face.

Sourness, shock, jealousy and a trace of unconcealable panic surged in his eyes.

Just a dozen breaths ago.

He was still facing the Shrek people around him, firmly judging that this duel would definitely be lost.

He said, "A single soldier can never compete with a team with a complete system" and "No matter how high the Spirit Ring Age is, it cannot make up for the huge gap in numbers and coordination."

It's undeniable.

Purple, purple, purple, black!

The appearance of four stunning Spirit Ring not only attracted all the attention of the audience,

It still stirs up Yu Tianheng's heart all the time.

If my former self could also Limit-Breaking Absorption Spirit Ring, then my Soul Power would definitely be able to break through level 30.

Under this Spirit Ring light that was enough to illuminate the entire Great Soul Arena, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

His proud direct disciple Tang San, the genius who he believed would stand at the top of Soul Master World in the future, actually seemed so bleak at this moment.

It can even be said that there is no sense of existence at all.

He clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves.

"Even if there is such a counterintuitive Beyond-Limit Spirit Ring, it does not mean that he can defeat the entire Imperial Fighting Team."

"In team battles, Spirit Ring Age alone can never determine the outcome."

Yu Xiaogang's throat was tight, and he almost gritted his teeth and deceived himself in a voice that only he could hear clearly.

He tried to hold on to the last shred of shaky confidence.

"What's impossible?"

Xiao Wu next to him instantly captured his sour muttering.

The eyes that were originally staring at the ring suddenly turned around and gave him a fierce look.

She put her hands on her waist, looking like a hairy Soft Bone Rabbit, and slapped her back angrily.

"A-Qing is so powerful, what's weird about doing this? You just can't bear to see others being better than your disciple Tang San!"

"A-Qing will definitely win!"

The chin was raised slightly, Xiao Wu's tone was full of unquestionable certainty.

Yu Xiaogang was struck by a sentence.

His face instantly turned red, and he was snarling.

"So what if he Spirit Ring defies heaven?"

"Imperial Fighting Team has seven people, all of them are Soul Elder who are above level 35. They work well together and have rich experience in team battles. They are the aces that Heaven Dou Royal Academy has devoted all their resources to cultivating!"

"He alone, no matter how high Spirit Ring Age is, cannot defeat an entire team that has a tacit understanding of each other. This is the eternal truth of Soul Master World!"

"You are just jealous A-Qing!"

Xiao Wu was so angry that his cheeks bulged, his round eyes stared at him fiercely, and his pink fists were clenched tightly.

Now he wanted to kick this guy away.

"Wait and see, A-Qing will definitely win. Then you will know how wrong you are!"

After saying that, she turned away and refused to look at him again.

Her eyes fell back on the figure in the center of the ring, her eyes full of trust and admiration.

Not far away, Dai Mubai's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip with water.

He sat there, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and even made a cracking sound.

A pair of tiger eyes were filled with undisguised resentment and anger, as if they were about to spit out fire.

He would never forget that scene not long ago.

At this Great Soul Arena, he tried to perform Martial Soul Fusion Skill Hell White Tiger with Zhu Zhuqing, wanting to prove his strength in front of everyone.

But it was this Lin Qingmo who just raised his hand and lightly interrupted their Martial Soul Fusion.

He, the boss of Shrek, was embarrassed in front of nearly ten thousand people and became the laughing stock of the entire Heaven Dou City.

Even Zhu Zhuqing hates himself more and more.

He gritted his back molars, grinding them loudly, and cursed fiercely in his heart.

'Lin Qingmo, you'd better be beaten until you can't get up by Imperial Fighting Team!'

'I want to see how long you can last alone under the siege of seven people!'

'When you are defeated, can you still maintain that aloof look?'

The person with the most complicated emotions at the moment is Tang San.

He stood at the edge of the stands.

Purple Demon Eye operates to the extreme.

Purple halo circulated in his eyes, and with a trace of blinding inquiry, he stared at the figure in the center of the ring.

He has the same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul as Lin Qingmo.

From the day he awakened Martial Soul, he was told by everyone that Blue Silver Grass was Trash Martial Soul.

No attack power, no defense power, no auxiliary ability,

Even if there is Innate Full Soul Power, it is destined to be difficult to achieve success.

It was the theory of teacher Yu Xiaogang that gave him the direction and allowed him to step by step to where he is today relying on the special Spirit Ring ratio.

However, the appearance of Lin Qingmo gave him an unprecedented impact.

It is also Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, but it can carry such an incredible Beyond-Limit Spirit Ring.

He wanted to see how strong this strain Blue Silver Grass, which had the same origin as him but had a different path, could be.

He even wanted to know whether the teacher's theory he believed in was right or wrong.

On the stage.

The atmosphere has long been stagnant to the extreme.

The relaxed smiles on the faces of the seven people Imperial Fighting Team, who were confident of winning, completely froze on their faces the moment the four circles of Spirit Ring at Lin Qingmo's feet lit up.

It was immediately replaced by overwhelming shock.

The seven people were stunned in place, as if they had been cast a restraining spell.

Everyone gasped, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.

Osler rubbed his eyes hard, making his eyelids red.

When I opened my eyes again, the four circles of Spirit Ring were still floating there.

"I... am I hallucinating? Purple, purple, purple and black? First Spirit Ring thousand years, Fourth Spirit Ring... it's ten thousand years!"

His voice was trembling uncontrollably, filled with disbelief.

"Gudong, I saw it too..."

Shi Mo, who was standing in front of the team, also swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Shi Mo looked at the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring floating on the outermost side, as black as ink, and the sound was as dry as sandpaper rubbing.

"This... how is this possible?"

"How can Soul Ancestor absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? This is not in line with the iron rules of Soul Master World!"

Even Yu Tianheng, who has always been arrogant and proud to the core, was stunned in place at this moment.

He couldn't believe it, the Soul Power that was surging in his body became stagnant.

He is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's genius Young Master, and he considers himself the proud man of heaven!

But I have never seen or even heard of any Soul Ancestor that can own a ten thousand year Fourth Spirit Ring!

Only Dugu Yan stood on one side of the team and quickly got over the initial extreme shock.

She raised her eyes and looked at Lin Qingmo in the center of the ring.

There was no fighting spirit on her beautiful face, but a trace of indescribable melancholy.

Her grandfather, Dugu Bo, even Xue Ye has to give Titled Douluo three points of thin noodles.

But when he mentioned the 'Young Master', his attitude was extremely respectful.

The person who can be treated like this by Titled Douluo is indeed not an ordinary person.