Chapter 145 Mentor, Dugu Bo (Second update, please subscribe!)
The most embarrassing thing is to be ignored, especially for people with strong self-esteem, it is an absolutely intolerable insult.
Even though he knew at a glance that the opponent was very strong, Dai Mubai instantly ignited the strong anger in his heart:
"White tiger, possessed!"
The tiger roared, and a layer of dazzling pale light suddenly burst out from his body.
His arms stretched to both sides at the same time, and the bones throughout his body crackled. Dai Mubai's muscles suddenly expanded, holding up the clothes on his body.
Every muscle became extremely obvious under the clothes, as if they were about to burst.
Even the air around him seemed to become manic and restless, stirring up some invisible waves.
The blond hair instantly turned into black and white, with white accounting for the majority, but a few strands of black hair were particularly obvious.
Four faint lines appeared on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming a majestic king character, adding a bit of inviolable imperial aura.
His hands had the biggest change, more than twice as big as before, with white hair covering the entire palm.
As the ten fingers flicked, dagger-like sharp claws were constantly thrust out and retracted from the palm. Each of the sharp claws was like a blade, eight inches long, shining with a cold light.
His upper body slowly leaned forward, and all four pupils of Dai Mubai's eyes turned a deep blue, exuding a heart-stopping chill, as if he had transformed into an icy killing machine.
Under his feet, three shining rings rose one after another, two yellow and one purple. As the soul rings circulated, the surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure and hit his face.
The voice is majestic and the roar is low, making it seem very powerful.
This was in sharp contrast to Fang Ling, who stood motionless with the four soul rings on his body.
Of course, this so-called wave-like soul power is just a joke.
Hearing the roar in his mouth and feeling the breeze blowing, Fang Ling finally took his eyes away from Zhu Zhuqing, looked slightly sideways, as if he heard something, and then said calmly:
"White Tiger Martial Spirit?"
"It turns out that he is Dai Mubai, the third prince of the Dai family in Xingluo. He is just a lost dog who did not dare to face the royal family battle and ran away. How dare he speak to me like this?"
In broad daylight, she tried to steal his fiancée in front of him, but she didn't take her seriously at all!
If Dai Mubai doesn't respond, then all of his backbone will be gone.
He moved, as if he had become a completely different person after being possessed by the martial spirit.
As soon as the white hair floated, the body full of explosive power came to Fang Ling.
The sharp claws attached to the ten fingers of both hands popped out at the same time, grabbing Fang Ling's body.
Fang Ling just lifted the scythe gently, so that the outer blade was facing his chest.
Dai Mubai has never been a good-tempered person, not to mention that any man would be extremely angry when faced with such a situation.
Angry in his head, he selectively ignored his own cowardice and ignored his own weakness.
He didn't dare to face his brother, but he dared to face Fang Ling who had the fourth ring of ten thousand years.
A strong white light suddenly lit up, and Dai Mubai's evil eyes suddenly turned white.
Among the three soul rings on his body, the first soul ring suddenly shined brightly, forming a circle of white light.
This is not the end yet.
He was so angry that he directly used his third soul ring.
Purple light shone, and the body that had become majestic due to the possession of the martial spirit white tiger expanded again.
His muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and his upper body clothes were completely stretched out, revealing a terrifying silhouette.
Black horizontal stripes began to appear on the skin. If it were not hairless, it would be no different from tiger skin.
A pair of tiger palms added another ring, and the sharp blades that popped out turned bright silver, and the whole body was enveloped in a layer of intense golden light.
His blood-red eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light, and his whole body exuded the domineering aura of a king among beasts.
It looks very extraordinary, like a god descending to earth, but it’s useless!
The red gold light in his eyes shone, and Fang Ling saw through it.
He adjusted the angle of the sickle slightly, turned on the curse blade, and instantly cut through Dai Mubai's white tiger protective shield.
Then with a light and diagonal pull, the outer blade cut a huge wound on his chest, causing blood to flow out in an instant.
With the blade facing him, Fang Ling held the handle of the sickle with his other hand, and then patted him lightly when he raised his foot. "Crack!"
With just a soft sound, Dai Mubai was knocked aside without any resistance.
Defeated in seconds.
Fang Ling raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously:
"You still don't believe me when I say that you are a lost dog. You are weak in fighting, so you just charge at me blankly? You were so angry that you used a thousand-year-old soul skill, and the result is like this..."
"I don't dare to face your brother, but I dare to face me!"
A murderous aura suddenly erupted in his eyes that were as if he were descending from a god, and he let out a powerful curse that shocked everyone.
"Who gave you the courage!"
Dai Mubai lay down on the side, his body paralyzed, and he felt that his limbs were unable to obey the murderous aura.
In an instant, all his ambitions and aspirations disappeared, and he trembled involuntarily.
Tang San hurriedly stepped forward and tapped his chest several times to help temporarily stop the bleeding.
He stared at Fang Ling in front of him, still unable to believe that this was the little cripple who used to cook for them.
Xiao Wu was startled by Fang Ling's cold, knife-like gaze, and subconsciously hid behind Tang San.
She didn't think it was Fang Ling either.
Didn't Fang Ling hold a small sickle?
Both of them could vaguely see the shadow of Fang Ling in the proud young man in front of them.
But how is this possible?
Not only did his legs recover and his martial soul evolve, but he was also the soul sect of the fourth ring of ten thousand years.
How is it possible that someone who is only one year older than them has such a level of cultivation?
Tang San kept thinking about the words the master taught him and the optimal configuration of soul rings.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted Fang Ling to say something.
Before the words came out of his mouth, Zhao Wuji suddenly shouted: "Boy, I don't care if you are from Tiandou Royal Academy!"
"You dare to come to our college to rob people who have already signed up, and you dare to harm the students in the college in front of me as a teacher. You are really arrogant!"
The battle just now was over in the blink of an eye. The process was as smooth as clouds and flowing water. Dai Mubai was knocked to the ground in an instant.
Zhao Wuji couldn't react at all.
Burning with rage, Wuhun immediately possessed him.
The already astonishing muscles more than doubled in size, and his height soared by one meter in an instant, making his whole body look majestic and majestic.
Seven gorgeous soul rings rose up at the same time, two yellow, two purple, and three black. The seven soul rings were attached to his body in an instant.
The soul power he exudes is so thick and deep that even Fang Ling can't help but be a little cautious,
He reached out and held Zhu Zhuqing behind his back.
Zhao Wuji wanted to take action immediately to avenge Dai Mubai, but a man with a pair of huge wings suddenly fell from the sky and stopped him.
The person's whole body was covered with a layer of feathers, his orange eyes had erected pupils, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses on his face. The frames were in a rigid square shape, giving people a weird feeling.
It was Dean Friend.
He glared hard at Zhao Wuji, and his eyes at Fang Ling were particularly cold.
When a student is injured by an outsider in the academy, the teacher cannot absolve himself of the blame.
But you can't be so reckless. Tiandou Royal Academy doesn't know what this person's background is.
"Little friend, you'd better explain which force it comes from, otherwise..." Flanders sneered twice, with a clear threat on his flat face.
Fang Ling didn't care about his threatening words, but a faint smile appeared on his face:
"My mentor, Dugu Bo."
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