Author: Xiaoyaogai

When the blazing sun slowly climbed into the sky, the seats on both sides of the Grand Soul Fighting Arena were already occupied by a dense crowd of people.

"Boom!" At a certain moment, the soft chime of a bell echoed slowly and loudly in the sky above the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

The moment the bell rang, Xiao Yan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath. He stood up and looked through the glass window at the location of Shrek Academy.

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"Ahem... Next, let's invite players from Canaan College and Shrek College to play."

On the high platform, the host cleared his throat and scanned the audience with a calm gaze. After a while, after the noisy voices in the audience completely quieted down, he spoke in a calm tone.

"Start soon, we can't wait."

"Shrek Academy? It seems to be the academy wearing shitty green clothes. How dare such a trashy academy come out and embarrass itself?"

"Isn't it the same with the Canaan College opposite? I've never heard of it."

"You seem very ignorant when you say this. I heard from the nobles in the city that the dean of Canaan College is the Poison Douluo Dugubo who is known as the world's poison tyrant. Moreover, the backstage of their college is the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire.

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"What else is happening? Why didn't I know?"

"Come on Canaan Academy, blow up Shrek Academy."

"..."

As soon as the host finished speaking, there were countless people in the audience who had been waiting for a long time. Some were whispering, and some were shouting in unison due to excitement.

Rubbing his ears that were itchy from the noise, Xiao Yan turned his head slightly, looked at the Shrek Academy's lounge, and murmured softly: "Xiao San, since the battle in Soto City, we have almost

We haven’t fought each other in two years.”

"How much progress have you made today?"

It didn't take long for the dedicated staff to come to the Shrek Academy's lounge and start urging their players to play.

Unfortunately, Tang San and others have not returned yet.

"Hey... the game is about to start, why haven't Xiaosan and the others come back yet?" Flanders sighed, frowning.

The master was sitting on a chair nearby. His face looked even more anxious than Flanders, but he comforted him: "Flanders, don't worry, I have asked Erlong to go out to find the mistress. You go first."

Go and hold off the staff."

Hearing this, Flanders could only nod reluctantly. Just as he was about to leave the room, the door opened with a bang.

Dai Mubai was seen walking in from the door with Ma Hongjun on his back.

"Holy shit, Boss Dai, what's going on with Fatty? Why do I smell the smell of roast chicken?" Oscar exclaimed in exaggeration.

Flanders looked intently and saw that the fat man in red lying angrily on Dai Mubai's back was none other than his direct disciple Ma Hongjun. However, the latter looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, and his round, fat face had no color at all.

, there was still a trace of dried blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Mubai, Tang San, what's going on? What happened to Hongjun?" Flanders' heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to help Ma Hongjun down. At the same time, he stuffed Oscar's recovery sausage into his back.

in the mouth of the person.

After eating the sausage in two or three mouthfuls, Ma Hongjun looked better.

Immediately afterwards, Dai Mubai told Flanders in detail what had just happened.

When he mentioned that Tang San made a private decision to cut off Ma Hongjun's treasure in order to save Ma Hongjun's life, Flanders' whole face turned pale.

"Dean, if you don't kill Hongjun, your life may not be saved." Tang San explained.

Hearing this, Flender's body trembled slightly. As his direct disciple, Ma Hongjun had always treated him as his own son, but now Tang San made a decision privately, causing him to become like this.

Ghost look.

How could he not be angry?

Even if it needs to be cut, he has to do it. Who do you think Tang San is?

"Tang San, you...do you know that the rest of Hong Jun's life will be ruined like this?" Flanders roared angrily, pressing Tang San's shoulders with both hands and tightening his grip.

Seeing this, the master quickly stood up and took a step forward, grabbed Flanders' arm, and scolded: "Flanders, don't be impulsive."

Flanders shook off the master's palm and hissed: "Impulsive? How can I not be impulsive? Hongjun is my direct disciple. I have always treated him as my biological son. If I can't save him, I can't cut him off."

I have to cut it."

"That's enough!" The master shouted loudly, and stopped the furious Flanders, and explained: "The mistress has just said that in that case, you can only survive if you cut it, and you can't live without the baby.

Isn’t that right? Well, the game is about to start. If you have any questions, please finish the game first.”

Flanders didn't know that the master had committed suicide with a knife. He almost let it slip just now, causing the others in Shrek to look at him with strange expressions.

Staring at the master, Flanders' lips trembled, and remembering Tang San's background, he had no choice but to wave his hand, signaling everyone to go to the competition first.

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Today is destined to be the most lively day in Tiandou City this year, because the qualifying round of the Senior Soul Master Elite Competition, which has gathered everyone's attention, will reach the most exciting climax in the near future.

After leaving the lounge, Xiao Yan and others, led by the staff, walked through a long dark passage and then walked out of the cave at the end of their sight.

The moment they exited the cave, extremely noisy sounds suddenly appeared in their ears, making Xiao Yan and others who were in a very quiet environment suddenly feel a little dizzy, and it took a while before they came back to their senses.

In order to hide their strength, the players from Canaan Academy in the qualifiers were: Xiao Yan, Yu Tianheng, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, two brothers from the Shi family, and Yu Feng.

Under the urging of the staff, everyone from Shrek Academy also appeared one after another. However, the organizers obviously looked down upon them, and there was only one staff member who came to guide them.

But there are three staff members at Canaan College leading the way.

As soon as everyone in Shrek Academy walked out of the passage, they heard the host outside loudly announcing the names of each member of the Canaan Academy. A special golden beam of light came from the soul guide installed on the high platform on one side of the Grand Soul Arena.

He was beaten and escorted the players from Canaan College onto the field.

All of this was arranged by Prince Xue Qinghe.

Putting aside the strength, the appearance of Canaan Academy alone is already very good. The black team uniform has the word "Canaan" embroidered on the left chest, and there is a green fire lotus around it, which is illuminated by the light of the soul guide.

Next, everyone looks heroic.

On the other hand, at Shrek Academy, everyone is wearing shit green clothes. The most bizarre thing is that on the back of each of them, there are six bright large characters embroidered with red silk thread - Recruitment sponsorship advertisement.

There is also a line of small words below the six big characters. For advertising fees, please talk to Mr. Flender, the dean of Shrek Academy.

It was precisely because of this weird costume that Tang San and others were scorned by the surrounding audience as soon as they entered the arena, and countless people made sighing sounds.

"Damn it, the organizer of this crappy competition is obviously here to use us as a green leaf to set off these little bastards from Canaan College. Let's see if I don't beat them until they are all looking for teeth." Dai Mubai said angrily.

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Hearing this, Tang San replied coldly: "Mubai, stop complaining, just wait until you get off the stage and give the other person a good slap in the face."

The words gradually fell, and the participants from Shrek Academy slowly climbed onto the Soul Fighting Stage amid loud boos.

On the soul fighting stage, after Tang San saw Xiao Yan's figure, his face was still a little stiff, and besides being stiff, he was also slightly pale.

Although he was always brooding about his defeat at the hands of Xiao Yan, and perhaps because he was unwilling to admit his weakness, Tang San always blamed the reason for his failure on Xiao Yan's martial spirit's natural ability to restrain himself.

Although the current Tang San had obtained a ten thousand year ice attribute soul ring under the brainwashing of the master's martial soul theory, the moment he saw Xiao Yan, a faint fear still arose in his heart.

It seems that although he doesn't want to admit it, deep down in his heart, he is actually afraid of Xiao Yan.

Clenching his fists, Tang San looked at the playful smile on the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth. His stiff face twitched slightly, and he lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the other person like a poisonous snake.

"Xiao Yan, this damn bastard. Not only did you seriously injure Xiao Wu when you were in Soto City, but you also insulted my teacher. You already have a way to kill someone. Although you can't kill people in the competition, it's not a foul if I cripple you, right?"

Looking calmly at Tang San, who lowered his head and looked coldly, Xiao Yan had a calm expression. He didn't seem to have anything to worry about. To deal with a person whose martial spirit has been disabled, using three points of strength is enough to completely defeat him.

defeated.

As a grand event that takes place every few years, and the soul masters participating in the competition are the targets of various forces, the VIP stand today is particularly lively. In the center row, in addition to Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Wu

In addition to the platinum bishop Salas of the Soul Palace, there is also an old man in green robes.

The old man has a slender figure and looks like a javelin. His eyes are shining like emeralds and his face is expressionless, giving people an illusive feeling.

He is Dugubo, the honorary president of Canaan College.

Emperor Xueye looked at the Soul Fighting Platform with a smile, and then asked Ning Fengzhi beside him: "Sect Master Ning, among the twenty-eight teams of soul masters, which one do you like the most?"

"Your Majesty, among the twenty-eight teams, I am indeed optimistic about one of them. However, please forgive me for being a little shy and cannot reveal it for the time being. But one thing, Your Majesty, you can rest assured that the final champion of this competition will definitely be

It will belong to the empire." Ning Fengzhi's eyes that had been slightly closed slowly opened and he smiled.

Hearing this, Salas, the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Palace next to him, said with a smile: "Sect Master Ning, you are really confident, haha. The final champion must belong to the empire, you really didn't treat our Wuhun

The palace team takes it seriously."

"Haha, what I said has nothing to do with you, does it? Your Excellency Salas, please don't meddle in other people's business." Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes collided with Salas's in front of Emperor Xue Ye, and no one looked at him.

Give in half a point.

Seeing this, Emperor Xue Ye, who was sitting in the middle, frowned slightly and quickly smoothed things over: "You two don't have to argue about anything. After the competition is over, the results will naturally come out. It's up to Sect Master Ning who he likes.

Right, Salas?"

Platinum Bishop Salas glanced at Emperor Xue Ye indifferently and said: "Your Majesty is right, but I must mention that our Wuhundian team has only one goal this time, and that is the final championship."
To be continued...