Soul Land's
Chapter 11.2 – Small Dance, You Really Rabbit (2)
If it was before the first soul ring, perhaps Tang San would not have been so big, but since the first soul ring, speed, strength, reaction, all aspects of ability had a qualitative leap, he said, most Tangmen disciples The sharpest meaning is the feeling and the various reactions. Speed is also one of its advantages. Who fears speed over speed?
Ling Feng changed his body shape in the air. What he wanted was suddenly. Seeing that Tang San was only a one or two year old student, he was rather insulting in his heart. He was ready to win the battle and directly forced the small dance to shoot.
However, when both of his palms were closed and closed, and Tang's neck was almost concentrated, Tang San moved.
A phoenix nodded, only winking at Ling Feng's hand, with its upper body swaying, Tang San's right leg seemingly broken and generally slammed backwards. During the entire process, he did not look back.
Calm as a virgin, away from the rabbit, Tang San would reduce this point to a perfect realm, and the instant eruption speed was not even clear to everyone watching both sides.
Intimate contact Tang San's heel on Ling Feng's chin, Ling Feng made a third leap in the air, and was still a continuous leap back.
With a bang, a drop of weight of several meters, following Liu Long's feet, instantly fainted. Her chin had been kicked by Tang. It was still the case that Tang San did not push the internal force, otherwise, this leg could at least kick his chin.
Wanting to fold one flying leg, the basic foot method in martial arts, with Tang San's feeling sharp, in an instant to achieve the effect of the opponent's surge.
The seniors from the Xiao side almost widened their eyes at the same time. They cannot believe that everything that happens in front of us is a fact.
Among them, Ling Feng was second only to Xiao Lao, who was able to face students who seemed to be only in first and second grade, but they were stunned by the blows, he said, and even the best attacks they haven't had time to send.
Xiao Lao muttered, "Mom, is this going to change the sky, how are the young people now so strong?"
Until Ling Feng's landing voice rang out, Tang's right leg, which was lifted to the back, slowly recovered, and said: "The next one."
Xiao Lao was shocked. The small dance beside the workspace was equally amazed. He and Tang San played against each other more than once. At this moment, I saw him again. It was clear that Tang San was not making any small progress, and he also discovered that he was entering a state of battle. In the three Tang peacetime, he seemed to be different. Normally, Tang San, seemed to be only a gentle child, but when he came to battle, his shots became extremely fierce.
Wang Sheng refused to injure the body, and saw that Ling Feng was kicked by Tang Sanyi. Suddenly he laughed and succumbed to disaster. "How, Xiao Boda, unsure, we can't even use Tang San's soul. You still admit defeat. The province suffers from meat. "
Xiao Lao sullen face came out and lost two matches. When he had arrived, he asked himself that he was no longer better than Ling Feng. If low morale cannot be restored in time, the rest will not have to fight again in duels. Only by beating this little boy the hard way, and then beating the little dance, can you save your face.
"Xiao Chenyu, sixth grade student, Wuhun, wolf. Eleventh-level warlord."
Reporting your own martial arts and rank is an expression of respect towards your opponents.
As I said, a layer of blue light emerged from Xiao Chenyu, a blue light lit up, the muscles of her body began to swell, her eyes slowly turned pale green, her arms slowly raised, her hands clawing forward, her eyes slowly turning pale green, Nails become sharp. A circle of white soul rings rose from the feet, it was a martial arts appearance.
As the student boss, Xiao Chenyu showed her cleverness. What is his martial art? Not much is unknown in the entire Notting College, but the three Tangs he faced were not the same. To him, Tang San's martial arts were still mysterious. First report your own martial arts, to find out what Tang San martial arts is before you start. This way, how much can be prepared.
These are the rules of martial arts. Tang San listened to the teacher and said that unless he dissolved his opponent, he was not afraid that the other party would become a deadly enemy forever. Respect and learn skills.
"Three, first-year worker, Wuhun, blue silver grass. Eleventh level ring soul teacher."
When Tang San reported that his martial arts were blue and silver grass, the senior student behind Xiao Chenyu almost laughed at the same time, and the color of his face suddenly disappeared. I didn't even hear the grades reported by Tang San.
The blue silver grass was a waste of Wu's soul, which had long been known throughout the continent, even if Tang San's own strength wasn't weak, either, but the gap between Wu and the soul also made them no longer have to worry about the high level of the Xiao Lao Conference.
“You just said, how many levels do you have?” Xiao Chenyu was not as careless as her men, because behind the scenes made her not so clear about Tang San's report level.
“Level eleven, a ring soul teacher.” As he said, a faint white light lit up from Tangshan, raising his right hand, a faint blue silver grass grew from his palm, with his right hand waving, a silver blue Grass floating under his feet. A bright yellow soul ring rose from Tang San's feet, hovering around his body.
The appearance of the yellow soul ring was like pumping the mouths of senior students, the laughter instantly became dense, and some even opened their mouths, watching Tang San was like watching a monster.
“One hundred years soul ring.” Xiao Chenyu took a breath.
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