Chapter 170 I really envy people who can work hard (modified)
In Shrek Academy, Tang San woke up from meditation again, his eyes full of resentment and despair.
One's own soul power will always be lost, and sometimes the fluctuations are extremely large. Even with the continuous characteristics of Xuantian Kung, this kind of consumption cannot be maintained. How can I practice this horse riding?
And whenever he thought that his hammer might be used by that cat to hit cucumbers, walnuts, or nails, Tang San's heart burned with anger.
‘Shen An, and that dead cat, I will definitely cut you into pieces, eat your flesh, and drink your blood. ’
He was furious with impotence in his heart and gave full play to his beautiful imagination of the future.
Yu Xiaogang outside the room seemed to be a lot more haggard. In more than ten days, Tang San's cultivation could only be maintained without regression. If he could improve a little more every day, it would be like winning a prize.
For a genius, every minute and every second is extremely important. He also expected Tang San to shine in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, otherwise how would he prove the correctness of his theory.
Tang San walked out of the room and said in a slightly lower voice: "Teacher, when can I get my hammer back."
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say.
After all, he can't tell his disciples, Master You, I'm a loser, and it's up to your father to get the hammer back.
Tang San glanced at Yu Xiaogang depressedly, that's all, this person can't be counted on.
At this time, a burly black shadow quietly came out and said in a deep voice: "Xiaosan, has something happened? Why is your soul power constantly decreasing?"
Tang San looked over in surprise, Dad was here, he was finally saved.
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After the competition, Zhu Zhuqing meditated on cultivating his soul power and discussed how terrifying a woman with full self-discipline is.
Ning Rongrong, the rotten salted fish, was inspired to practice harder than before.
Shen An's eyes showed envy.
I really envy them, people who can work hard on their own, unlike me, who is stuck in the system, and most often studies their own moves and the use of their soul power.
In fact, the system does not restrict the way Shen An can obtain soul rings. Shen An can also hunt and kill other soul beasts.
But Shen An, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, definitely wants to maximize all his attributes.
Who doesn't want to be a numerical monster, but in this case, apart from the soul ring given by the system, there will definitely be no second thoughts.
And all of this cannot be bypassed by the value of fame.
Shen An had a slight headache, and it was extremely difficult to obtain fame points. Currently, he was still 1.5 million away from redeeming his fourth soul ring.
I don’t know when the noble feast will start. Then I will take Tom and Jerry to show off their skills. Shen An thought to himself.
In fact, the improvement of Shen An's soul power has been quite terrifying. In less than half a year, it has reached level 40. Logically speaking, he does not need to be so anxious.
But there were the Titan Giant Apes in the Star Forest waiting for him to deal with in the distance, and people from the Spirit Hall nearby were eyeing him. Shen An naturally wanted to gain as much fame as possible to give himself a sense of security.
In the previous life, money was a man's confidence, but now, fame is Shen An's confidence.
It's a pity that the big spirit fighting arena won't let me enter to compete, otherwise I can earn more fame points. Shen An thought boredly.
Wait, I'm not allowed to fight souls, but I can hide my identity and fight. The source of judgment of fame and temperament is me as a person, not my name. Although there may be some overlap, it can always expand the source.
However, the method of detecting soul power levels and martial souls in the Great Soul Fighting Arena needs to be guarded against.
This kind of detection is necessary, otherwise once someone deliberately takes advantage of it and finds an invincible soul master of the same level to repeatedly encounter bugs, the big soul fighting field will suffer a huge loss.
Shen An was thinking about how to solve this problem, and glanced at Tom next to him. Very good, when you encounter a problem that cannot be solved, you should let Tom appear.
"Tom, the organization has an important task for you. Are you confident in completing it?"
Shen An asked not confidently, after all, what he proposed was a bit outrageous.
Tom stood up straight, with his chest raised and his belly protruding, eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor. Shen An was so kind to him, so Tom should try his best to complete the things Shen An proposed.
"Tom, can you be like the Nine-leaf Sword Grass and temporarily transform into my martial spirit? Then we can go to the big spirit fighting arena and enjoy the full call."
Tom was stunned. This request was a bit strange, but he could give it a try.
Tom first asked Shen An to release the phantom of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, and then it lightly jumped into Shen An's hand, instantly shrinking countless times and transforming into a small and cute cat.
He also kept waving his arms to Shen An, indicating that this was a very novel experience.
Shen An's eyes flashed with joy. He was truly worthy of being Emperor Tang. He was so illogical and irrational that he really loved him so much.
Wear a mask and go to the Great Spirit Fighting Arena tonight to increase your reputation.
When Jerry saw it, he jumped in not to be outdone, and a mini mouse also appeared in Shen An's hand, both of which were phantom-like.
The two of them jumped in and out, getting bigger and smaller, having a great time.
Shen An instantly beamed. This is the charm of Tom. As long as you ask, he can give you a surprise, although sometimes it may be unreliable and biased.
But having said that, flesh-and-blood cats and mice can temporarily turn into martial spirits. Isn't it a little bit unreasonable, Shen An thought guiltily.
But he soon felt relieved. In the cartoon, Tom had entered the electronic world. He was so stupid that he wanted to use common sense to measure Tom.
What kind of cat is Tom? He has been to heaven and hell, shattered planets, and saved the world.
"Okay, okay, don't play anymore. I'm going to the Great Soul Fighting Arena tonight. Which one of you is willing to follow me?"
Jerry shook his head. Now he still prefers to stay at home.
Shen An naturally turned his attention to Tom, who looked like a working cat, like a social animal.
Shen An couldn't bear to say: "If you don't want to go, forget it. Anyway, the reputation is worth it and I'm not in a hurry."
Tom shook his head quickly, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and a small white mist appeared from the side of its head.
It's full of dried fish, milk, candied fruits, and dried fruits.
Shen An smiled, this cat is asking for reward.
"You want to eat, then we will buy it. Your master, I am very rich now, and it is more than enough to support you two."
Tom's tongue flicked around the outside of his mouth, his eyes were shining with an excited expression, and he nodded hurriedly.
Shen An couldn't help laughing and shook his head. If Tom wanted to eat, he would definitely buy it, so why bother.
Perhaps the food obtained through one's own efforts tastes better, Shen An murmured to himself.
Today’s goal is the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and the reputation value is rising!
(End of chapter)