Douluo: God-level choice, breaking off the engagement with Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Chapter 9 Tang San’s angry glare, how dare you hug Xiao Wu?

"I have no objection."

Looking at Zhao Wuji's seven soul rings, the powerful pressure made Ning Rongrong turn pale.

She never expected that the man in front of her was actually a Soul Sage, and she dared not say anything.

Su Mo glanced at Ning Rongrong and smiled.

She really thought this was her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, yet she is still so unruly.

"You can prepare first, otherwise you won't last more than a second."

Zhao Wuji restrained his martial spirit and smiled faintly.

The other four people except Su Mo looked horrified.

They could never have imagined that this examiner would be a Soul Sage.

Isn't it easy for a Soul Saint to defeat a few teenagers who are not even Soul Sect members?

Several people gathered together and Dai Mubai began to introduce them.

"Teacher Zhao is a level 76 Soul Saint, with a beast martial soul and a combat soul saint. His strength is second only to the dean."

"His martial spirit is the Mighty King Kong Bear, a beast martial spirit with extremely high defensive power. Although it lacks speed, it is still beyond your reach."

"Teacher Zhao's strength and defense are extremely strong, and he has the nickname of Acala."

"He is the Acala?"

Ning Rongrong was shocked.

At the same time, she began to regret her previous defiance. Zhao Wuji had disappeared for ten years and had once fought against sixteen Soul Emperors of the Spirit Hall and escaped unscathed.

Now she has no protector, and if she angers him, she will have no power to fight back.

Soon, it was everyone's turn to introduce their martial spirits.

Tang San spoke first: "My name is Tang San, weapon spirit Blue Silver Grass, twenty-nineth-level control-type combat spirit master."

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San and said, "My name is Xiao Wu, my spirit is Rabbit, and I am now a level 29 offensive spirit master."

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment and said, "Ning Rongrong, Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, twenty-sixth-level auxiliary weapon spirit master."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda spirit can only be possessed by those of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

"You are not the descendant of Chen Xin!"

Dai Mubai suddenly stared at Su Mo and asked.

Su Mo had a strange expression on his face. His last name wasn't Chen. If he were Chen Xin's descendant, would he be so poor?

Tang San and Xiao Wu also looked at Su Mo curiously.

The most famous sword spirit on the continent is Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword.

Su Mo's martial soul is most likely a variation of the Seven Kill Sword.

"My father is just a normal guy."

Su Mo said calmly.

"Is that so?"

There was a hint of doubt in Dai Mubai's eyes. How could the descendants of ordinary people get a ten thousand year soul ring?

Ordinary people should be thankful if they can reach the level of Grand Soul Master. Things like ten thousand year soul rings are only something that people with a strong background can consider.

"My name is Su Mo, my martial soul is the Ten Thousand Shadow Sword, and I am currently a level 39 Strong Attack War Soul Master."

Everyone looked at Su Mo with suspicion.

Dai Mubai frowned slightly. When he fought with Su Mo yesterday, he could clearly feel that Su Mo's soul power level was a little weaker than his. How could he be a level 39 combat soul master?

"Su Mo, if you don't have that ability, don't talk nonsense. You clearly just broke through to Soul Master a few days ago, how can you be level 39?"

Ning Rongrong chuckled secretly and spoke back.

Su Mo ignored him. Strength is not something that can be talked about, it has to be fought for.

Seeing that Su Mo didn't say anything, Ning Rongrong was extremely angry and was thinking about when to ask Grandpa Jian to deal with him.

But when I thought about the fact that I had just run away from home, I couldn't bring myself to go back.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Wuhun Nether Civet Cat, twenty-seventh level agility attack type battle soul master."

In order to win, Ning Rongrong put aside her grudges and fought alongside Su Mo, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

The battle started soon, and Ning Rongrong chanted the spell reluctantly.

"The seven treasures have names. One is called strength, and the other is called speed."

Tang San released the blue silver grass to entangle Zhao Wuji, trying to trap him.

Xiao Wu stepped forward and used a deadly scissors kick.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes changed color at the same time, and she stretched out her sharp claws to attack the vital points. Looking at the attacks of everyone, Zhao Wuji did not move at all, and was too lazy to even release his martial spirit.

All the attacks seemed to hit the diamond and had no effect on Zhao Wuji at all.

"Is this the only level?"

Zhao Wuji spoke with a smile and turned his gaze to Su Mo.

"Sword world prison."

Su Mo whispered.

Immediately, hundreds of blood-red swords appeared and turned into cages to trap Zhao Wuji on the spot.

"Interesting, but useless."

After Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he punched the sword in front of him.

But what greeted him was not an exit, but a wound.

"Could this be the soul skill of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? It's really good."

After saying this, Zhao Wuji's body suddenly burst out with strong golden light, and seven soul rings appeared.

He finally used his soul skill, and at the same time his height increased dramatically, his muscles swelled, and thick fur covered his entire body.

"Teacher Zhao actually used his soul skills?"

Dai Mubai stared at Zhao Wuji, stunned.

If Su Mo had used this soul skill at that time, he would not have had the slightest ability to fight back.

The strong golden light directly blew away hundreds of swords. Xiao Wu, who was close to it, was blown away several meters and spit out blood.

As luck would have it, Xiao Wu was shocked to Su Mo's side, and Su Mo took Xiao Wu into his arms.

"Are you OK?"

With soft jade in hand, Su Mo's voice was very gentle. Xiao Wu's body was extremely soft, so soft that she could be described as boneless.

"No, it's okay."

Xiao Wu's face turned slightly red, and she looked a little dazed as she looked at Su Mo's handsome face.

But she remembered that Tang San was still beside her, so she wanted to leave Su Mo's arms, but the severe pain in her body prevented her from moving freely.

Tang San looked at Su Mo, extremely angry.

The person in front of him actually hugged his beloved Xiao Wu?

Simply unforgivable!
Tang San didn't care what kind of Soul Master Su Mo was, he just wanted to smash Su Mo's face.

But thinking that I was still taking a test, I suppressed my emotions.

"Take care of her."

Su Mo handed Xiao Wu to Ning Rongrong instead of Tang San in an imperative tone.

Just because he wanted to trigger a choice, like stealing someone's love or something.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and spoke excitedly.

But looking at Xiao Wu's beautiful face, he still took it in order to prevent Su Mo from taking advantage of him.

"Sword Dance Flash!"

Ten sharp blades shot out and attacked Zhao Wuji at the speed of sound.

Zhao Wuji did not dodge or evade, but chose to fight hard.

A teeth-grinding sound appeared, but there was not even a trace of injury on Zhao Wuji's body.

"Such a strong defense?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows and took a breath of cold air.

But Tang San had already suppressed his emotions.

Vines with thorns appeared, wrapped Zhao Wuji's body tightly, and paralyzing toxins were suddenly released.

Zhu Zhuqing also attacked boldly, attacking Zhao Wuji's head at an extremely fast speed.

Unfortunately, it's of little use.

Zhao Wuji moved his body and broke the blue silver grass vines, then grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's ankle with his right hand.

With a casual exertion of force from his wrist, Zhu Zhuqing was thrown more than ten meters away.

As luck would have it, it landed in front of Su Mo again.

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched when he saw this.

He seriously suspected that Su Mo was standing there on purpose.

(End of this chapter)