Martial Soul Luo three cannons, conquer Liu Erlong at the beginning!

"Hmph, you're just a loser, and you dare to provoke me again? First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Seeing that the person who came was Meng Yiran, whom he had defeated before, Tang San directly released his Soul Skill.

Instantly, several thick, bluish-purple Blue Silver Grasses surged rapidly towards Meng Yiran.

Looking at the Blue Silver Grass that had defeated her last time.

Meng Yiran sneered.

"Hmph, do you still think I'm the same as I was a year ago? First Soul Skill, Serpent Blade!"

"Hmph, your Serpent Blade couldn't even cut my Blue Silver Grass when I hadn't obtained my Third Soul Ring. Now that I've obtained my Third Soul Ring, the toughness of my Blue Silver Grass has increased to a new level. There's no way you could... What?!"

Seeing that Meng Yiran actually wanted to use her First Soul Skill to cut off his Entanglement like she did a year ago, Tang San couldn't help but sneer.

But before he could laugh.

"Pfft..."

Along with the crisp sound of something being cut, Tang San immediately saw that his Blue Silver Grass, which shouldn't have been able to be cut, was actually easily severed by the other party's Serpent Blade?!

Seeing this scene, which was completely different from what he had expected, Tang San's face showed a horrified expression.

"No, this is impossible, this is impossible. You and I are both Soul Elders. A year ago, your Serpent Blade couldn't cut my Blue Silver Grass at all. How is it possible for you to now... What?!

You've broken through to level forty?! How is this possible?! A year ago, you had just broken through to become a Soul Elder. How could you possibly break through to level forty in just one short year?"

When Tang San, with a face full of horror, saw that the Soul Rings under Meng Yiran's feet were not three Soul Rings of two yellow and one purple, but four Soul Rings of two yellow and two purple, he was instantly dumbfounded.

The pride and confidence in his heart towards Meng Yiran, whom he had defeated before, was also rapidly collapsing and dissipating at this moment.

How is this possible?

Although he had obtained his Soul Ring after Meng Yiran a year ago, it was only a difference of one day at most. But why, a year later, had he only barely reached level thirty-three Soul Power?

And Meng Yiran, who had only obtained her Third Soul Ring one day earlier than him, was able to directly advance to level forty a year later?!

What exactly happened in this year?

What exactly did she do!

How did she do it?!

And at this moment, it wasn't just Tang San who was shocked, but also Xiao Wu, who was incomparably surprised.

Because they cultivated together, they naturally knew that Meng Yiran's Soul Power was only level thirty-four yesterday.

Why, after only one day, had Meng Yiran leveled up six levels of Soul Power?

Chapter 116: Domineering and Protective Flander

What exactly did Xiao Yu take them to do? Why, after only going for one day, could Meng Yiran's strength improve so quickly?

At this moment, Xiao Wu couldn't help but regret not being taken along.

If she had gone too, wouldn't she have been able to break through as quickly as them?

And unlike Xiao Wu's shock, Tang San, whose worldview had already been shattered, couldn't accept the reality before him.

Meng Yiran, the opponent who had been easily defeated by him last year.

As a result, after only a short year, he had been surpassed and crushed by the other party.

This made Tang San, who was extremely confident in his talent, completely unable to accept this reality.

Therefore, the incredulous Tang San continued to frantically entangle Meng Yiran with his Blue Silver Grass.

However, the Blue Silver Grass that Tang San had carefully cultivated was still being easily destroyed and cut off by Meng Yiran's sharp Serpent Blade as if it were weeds.

Looking at the Blue Silver Grass, which should have been incomparably tough under the Master's patient guidance, now being shattered into pieces, Tang San's eyes became dazed.

"Hmph, Tang San, you're too weak now! You're not even worthy of being my opponent anymore."

Meng Yiran saw that Tang San couldn't put too much pressure on her at this moment.

She couldn't help but sigh that she had really followed the right person this year with Xiao Yu.

If it weren't for following Xiao Yu, she might still be struggling in the Soul Elder realm now.

Not to mention being able to defeat Tang San with her own hands now...

Although she had paid a lot for Xiao Yu this year.

But compared to the gains, her most precious things hadn't been given yet.

Thinking of this, Meng Yiran couldn't help but blush slightly.

Afterwards, Meng Yiran, too lazy to continue messing around with Tang San, directly opened her jade hand.

She summoned several Serpent Blades again.

Then, she flew towards the places where Tang San might dodge.

At this moment.

Even if Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step was powerful, he didn't have the ability to dodge in the face of absolute strength.

Having lost the advantage of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San had no ability to dodge at all.

Although he took out Hidden Weapons in time.

But before Tang San could start to counterattack.

Several Serpent Blades directly penetrated Tang San's body just like that...

"Ah!!!"

Instantly, Tang San, whose body had been penetrated by these Serpent Blades, shouted with a狰狞face.

Then, he fell down with lifeless eyes...

"San..."

Seeing Tang San's miserable state, Xiao Wu wanted to step forward, but seeing the Serpent Blade suddenly aimed at her.

Xiao Wu could only stop in place and couldn't move...

But looking at her Third Brother lying on the ground with blood flowing all over his body at this moment, her heart ached so much...

"Let's go, as for you, let Young Master handle it himself..."

With her current strength, she had a way to help Young Master Xiao Yu solve this trash Tang San, but Xiao Wu was Young Master Xiao Yu's pet, so she could only hand it over to Young Master Xiao Yu himself to deal with.

Finally, Meng Yiran pulled Xiao Wu straight away, not caring about Tang San lying on the ground at this moment...

Before leaving, Xiao Wu still looked back at Tang San's direction every step of the way.

Looking at Tang San, who was gradually being gathered by the crowd at this moment, Xiao Wu couldn't help but shed a tear.

"...."

Not long after, Meng Yiran pulled Xiao Wu and came to the small wooden house built by Dean Liu Erlong.

Dean Liu Erlong seemed to have returned to her family and hadn't returned yet.

Therefore, only Xiao Yu and Zhu Zhuqing were in the small wooden house.

"Young Master, listen to me, we just now... I rely on...."

Meng Yiran held Xiao Wu in one hand and the food in the other.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw three Zhu Zhuqings sitting on the ground, letting Xiao Yu's big hands fiddle with their delicate bodies.

One Zhu Zhuqing's figure was already very heaven-defying.

Now that three Zhu Zhuqings were together, that scene, Meng Yiran couldn't help but feel quite inferior after comparing their figures...

"Oh, Yiran, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yu was separately fiddling with the three Zhu Zhuqings who were already limp on the ground at this moment.

While pushing away her begging jade hand, he looked at Meng Yiran with fiery eyes and asked.

"Oh, the thing is like this...."

Meng Yiran walked into the room, then closed the door and put the food on the table.

Then, she pulled Xiao Wu in front of her.

She told her about what happened in the cafeteria just now.

Hearing this, Xiao Yu's gaze looked towards Xiao Wu.

Feeling Xiao Yu's gaze, Xiao Wu couldn't help but start to tremble all over.

"Master, Master, I... we just happened to meet in the cafeteria... We..."

And the next moment, Xiao Yu hooked his finger at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu's white silk jade legs trembled slightly as she walked towards Xiao Yu.

Seeing Xiao Wu coming over, Xiao Yu pulled Xiao Wu into his arms.

His big hand caressed her white silk jade legs.

Then, he softly said.

"Xiao Wu, I don't want to say any extra words. As long as you are willing to beat Tang San up at that time, I will believe you. Of course, if you feel sorry for him, I can also do it for you and personally take action...."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face instantly turned even whiter.

But she still quickly made a choice.

If she took action, Third Brother might still be able to survive.

If Xiao Yu took action, Third Brother's best ending might be to be directly crippled....

"Okay, I'll take action...."

Seeing that Xiao Wu had agreed to his request, Xiao Yu's smooth big hands began to wander on Xiao Wu's body.

And Meng Yiran took the opportunity to pull Zhu Zhuqing out.

After leaving Xiao Yu's side, Zhu Zhuqing dispersed her Fourth Soul Skill, and then began to wipe away the various marks and sweat on her body.

Finally, she sat on the chair and watched Xiao Wu's tragic state.

"Tsk tsk, you've worked hard too, doing the work of three people alone!"

Meng Yiran whispered in Zhu Zhuqing's ear.

"Xiao Yu, he... likes it...."

Zhu Zhuqing said with a blushing face.

Hearing this, Meng Yiran knew that she should work hard too...

Afterwards, accompanied by Xiao Wu's cries for mercy.

Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing ate and chatted about various experiences.

On the other side, Grandmaster, who learned the news of Tang San being injured, immediately rushed to the cafeteria, and then saw Tang San lying on the ground bleeding purple blood at this moment.

So he immediately sent his beloved disciple back to the dormitory.

In Flander's distressed eyes, one precious medicinal herb after another was crushed and fed into his mouth by the Grandmaster.

After almost draining Flander's blood, the Grandmaster finally stopped the movements in his hands.

He looked at Little San with a distressed face.

Finally, under the Grandmaster's care, Tang San finally woke up slowly.

Looking at the awakened Tang San, the Grandmaster slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little San, who injured you?! Tell me, our Shrek is not so easily bullied!"

Flander opened his mouth and said in a serious tone.

"It's Meng Yiran..."

Tang San opened his mouth with a gloomy gaze.

His tone was full of恍惚神色.

If it weren't for the pain on his body still being there, Tang San would even think that the scene just now was just a dream.