Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Upon hearing this, Na'er's face immediately fell, and she glared at him angrily, "There's another girl standing next to you, and you still ask me where the other girl is, Qian Gu Xing Ci, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

After a half-second pause, Qian Gu Xing Ci replied in a serious tone, "The blood supply to the meridians near the heart is stable, without any change, so there should be no pain."

My heart is not a stone, it cannot be rolled up!

Na'er was furious at his stubbornness and stomped her foot. In the end, she couldn't help but relent. "Gu Yue is immersed in the Soul Spirit Laboratory researching artificial Soul Spirits. He hasn't even left the lab these past two days. How could he have time to care about you, you heartless bastard!"

Yuan En Ye Hui, who was standing to the side, stared blankly at the two bickering for a moment, then respectfully bowed to Na'er and said loudly, "Greetings, Second Sister-in-law!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire certification room fell silent.

Na'er's face flushed bright red instantly, the color spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. She glared at Yuanen Yehui, both anxious and angry, and spoke rapidly like a machine gun: "Who are you calling 'Second Sister-in-law'! 'Eldest Sister-in-law' is Gu Yue, isn't she?!"

Seeing her flustered state, Yuan Enhui nodded obediently.

"I want to go to the octagon with you!"

Today I'm going to make you understand who the real sister-in-law is!

Without saying a word, Na'er rolled up her sleeves, grabbed Yuanen Yehui's arm, and walked out. Her posture was not a joke, and there was a fighting spirit burning in her eyes.

Qian Gu Xing Ci sighed and rubbed his forehead, then reached out to stop her: "Na'er, stop fooling around."

"What did I do wrong!" Na'er turned around abruptly, her eyes slightly red. "Where am I inferior to Gu Yue?!"

Yuan Enhui was caught in the middle, shrinking back and not daring to utter a sound.

Qian Gu Xing Ci quickly gave her a wink, signaling her to quickly say something to smooth things over. Unexpectedly, Yuan En Ye Hui scratched his head, looked at Na'er's fighting spirit, and his eyes lit up. He honestly said, "Actually... I really want to spar with you, Na'er."

For a moment, even the most illustrious stars were speechless.

Chapter 87 The Profound Truth of Boxing: Never Hit Yourself!

The ground of the Spirit Pagoda Martial Arts Arena is paved with a single piece of meteorite iron, hard enough to withstand collisions from Title Douluo-level beings, and is surrounded by nine layers of superimposed soul power shields.

Two figures were locked in a fierce battle in the center of the arena. Mu Ye stood with his hands behind his back on the sidelines, his eyes fixed on the fight. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head and a hearty smile appeared on his face: "Xing Ci is here."

Qian Gu Xing Ci walked to his side, his gaze falling on the figure in the arena wielding the Panlong Staff. "Senior Brother, are you sparring with Zhang Ting?"

"Qian Gu Zhangting and Aruheng are of similar age and cultivation level, making them perfect for practice."

Mu Ye nodded. "The Tower Master of the Ancient Tower is very supportive and specially sent Zhang Ting over."

A deafening dragon roar echoed through the arena.

The golden phantom of the Demon-Slaying Dragon soared into the sky, locked in a fierce struggle with the towering giant of blood and qi. The shockwave caused the meteorite iron ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly. The two overwhelming forces clashed head-on, their golden and blood-red light intertwining, and for a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.

Listening to the steady, powerful heartbeats in the arena, one after another, like the beating of war drums.

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded and said, "Judging from this, Senior Brother's Golden Arhat form is almost complete."

“It’s just one step away from completion.” Mu Ye said with satisfaction and pride. “Once he becomes a Golden Arhat, he will definitely enter the Quasi-God realm, and Aruheng’s future will be bright.”

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Yuanen Yehui behind Qian Gu Xingci, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This little girl is also from a body-refining background? Her blood and qi strength is extraordinary."

Yuan Enhui stepped forward. "Senior, my martial soul is the Titan Giant Ape."

"Titan Giant Ape?" Mu Ye's surprise deepened, and he nodded in realization. "No wonder he has such powerful blood and qi. I never thought that I would be able to see a soul master with the Titan Giant Ape martial soul in my lifetime."

As they were talking, the battle on the field had already reached a fever pitch.

Suddenly, the Panlong Staff in Qian Gu Zhangting's hand flew out, and the staff's golden light surged. Centered on the Panlong Staff, the surrounding spatial laws began to twist layer by layer.

The phantom of the Demon-Slaying Dragon soared into the sky once more, absorbing all the power of the laws in the sky, and then transformed into a stream of light to feed back into the Dragon-Panning Staff.

The coiled dragon staff thrust out straight out, like a spear stabbing, its shadow heavy and imposing.

The third move of the Unyielding Staff Technique: Standing Tall and Firm!

Upon seeing this, Aruheng on the opposite side was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited and burst into loud laughter.

A faint golden light appeared on his right arm as he threw a simple, unadorned punch.

His eight spirit rings suddenly lit up, with the three at the front shining brightly. His body swelled up again, and the golden runes on his body seemed to come alive, flowing endlessly. Behind him, a phantom of a hundred-meter-tall blood giant slowly rose, perfectly synchronized with his movements.

The key to boxing is to use the edge of your fist to strike, and your fist must hit your opponent. Finally, and most importantly, you must use great force to send bricks flying.

If you can't deal high damage with your left punch but high damage with your right punch, then you're a noob.

Ultimate Technique: The Super Serious Punch!

Two ancient and time-honored methods clashed head-on, and the surging waves of energy swept out like a tsunami, causing the protective shield to hum under the strain.

After a few breaths, the overwhelming aura slowly dissipated.

The two players separated and bowed to each other, their eyes filled with mutual respect for each other as they met their match.

Makino and his group were not the only ones paying attention to this battle.

Although Han Tianyi did not show his face, his peak spiritual power had already silently enveloped the entire training ground, taking in the entire battle.

Aruheng and Qiangu Zhangting walked over side by side, both with hearty smiles on their faces. Having a worthy opponent to spur each other on was a great blessing on the path of cultivation.

Meanwhile, in a corner, Na'er had long since lost her temper. Instead, she was pulled aside by Yuanen Yehui and they began to discuss the sparring arrangements with great interest, her eyes full of eagerness.

Upon hearing this, Qian Gu Zhangting, who was standing nearby, cupped his hands to the group and said, "I have gained a lot from this battle. I will go back to my seclusion to reflect on it. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the training ground.

At the other end of the training ground, the battle between Na'er and Yuanen Yehui gradually came to a conclusion.

With the dual amplification of the Vajra Titan and the Troll Titan, Yuan Enhui's body swelled to several meters, his muscles bulged and his body was covered with thick stone skin. When he threw a punch, it carried the terrifying power of a Titan Giant Ape that could shake mountains and shake rivers. The wind from the punch howled and the ape's cry was high-pitched.

On the other side, Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear was incredibly agile, the pure spear intent concentrated at the tip transforming into a roaring silver dragon, fiercely crashing into the Titan's massive fist, which was comparable to a small mountain.

When sharpness is concentrated at a single point, nothing can withstand its power.

The Titan's Fist, carrying immense power, shattered inch by inch before the Silver Dragon Spear's spearhead!

Sit down!

Na'er sheathed her spear and stood still. The silver dragon spear twirled neatly in her hand before landing steadily.

The Silver Dragon King's half-body talent is undoubtedly overwhelming among native Soul Masters of Douluo Continent.

Qian Gu Xing Ci felt the essence of Na'er's gunshot, his face expressionless, his heart completely unmoved.

The process of rebuilding a god is so unreasonable; three days of slacking off and two days of doing nothing, and you've already reached the level of Gun Soul.

He wasn't envious at all. Even if Na'er comprehended the Gun Soul today and directly touched the threshold of Gun God tomorrow, he wouldn't be shocked in the slightest.

We can't exactly let him dye his hair pink and cosplay as a pink-haired puppy, can we?

Despite his defeat, Yuan En Hui was not discouraged. Losing to the third-ranked young genius was not shameful at all.

A while ago, people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect came to the Spirit Pagoda. Na'er took a liking to Yu Tianlong at first sight, pulled him aside for a "sparring" session, and directly knocked him down from the third position on the list of young geniuses.

Thus, the top three spots all belong to the Spirit Pagoda!

She bowed to Na'er and said "thank you for the courtesy," then turned around and ran excitedly to see the core disciples' dormitory of the Spirit Pagoda.

The Yuanen family was always short of money, and after arriving at Shrek Academy, Yuanen Yehui was demoted to a work-study student. He never had a good life.

The Spirit Pagoda was known as a wealthy and powerful organization among the major forces in Douluo Continent, and the treatment of its core disciples was ridiculously good. Looking at the single dormitory with an independent cultivation room, a 24-hour soul power amplification array, a constant temperature array, and a 24-hour hot water bathroom, Yuanen Yehui was so moved that tears almost flowed from the corner of his mouth.

On the training ground, Mu Ye looked at Qian Gu Xing Ci and suddenly said, "Disciple, the situation has stabilized recently, we should go and pick up the goods. The sooner we use the immortal herbs, the better."

Qian Gu Xing Ci immediately took out his soul-guided communicator, his fingers flying across the keys as he sent a message: "Beep beep beep, Gu Yue, come to the training ground immediately!"

In the artificial soul laboratory deep within the Spirit Pagoda, a clear special notification sound rang out.

Gu Yue looked at the message that popped up on the soul guidance screen, took off the white lab coat she wore during the research, removed her goggles, tidied her slightly messy long hair, and stepped out of the laboratory.

The contrast between her serene demeanor and her hurried pace reveals Gu Yue's turbulent state of mind.

Chapter 88 A Child Who Makes One Miss His Mother

The red fighter jet broke through the clouds and sped towards the depths of the Sunset Forest.

The light and shadow inside the cockpit swayed constantly as the towering trees flashed past the window.

The warm sunlight fell on Qian Gu Xing Ci's profile, but it couldn't dispel the deep thought between his brows.

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the receding clouds in front of him, as if he were trapped in some inescapable dead end.

Gu Yue sat beside him and noticed his absent-minded appearance. She slowly moved her body and raised her hand to smooth his furrowed brows. "What are you thinking about? You've been looking gloomy the whole way."

Qian Gu Xing Ci snapped out of his daze and met her eyes, which were filled with shattered light. "Stick Soul."

Have you hit a bottleneck?

The divine physician Gu Yue saw through his illness at a glance.

"That's it."

Qian Gu Xing Ci sighed, his hand flicked, and a purple-gold dragon shadow swirled in his palm, its deep roar echoing softly in the sealed cockpit.

"To cultivate a staff spirit, one needs to awaken the spirituality of the martial spirit, and I have already accomplished that step."

He lightly brushed the churning dragon shadow in his palm, and the dragon soul immediately let out a gentle groan.

"My current spirituality in the dragon soul is not much worse than that of my grandfather and the others."

However, the cultivation of the staff's spirit is still a long way off.

The tone of Qian Gu Xing Ci carried a hint of bewilderment.

Just like everyone else, we all build our ships at the dock, choose our routes, and set sail. Even if we take different paths, we are all moving forward step by step.

But he was a luxuriously built cruise ship, which was suddenly left stranded in the middle of a vast ocean.

Surrounded by the sea on all sides, with no sense of direction.

It's true that we're closer to the finish line, but it's also true that reaching the finish line is more difficult.

Although Gu Yue has undergone reconstruction, his cultivation level has not recovered, but his perspective as a god-level being remains.

Looking at the dragon soul in Qian Gu Xing Ci's palm, she hit the nail on the head with a single sentence.

"Don't you feel that the soul you've condensed is incomplete?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci was stunned, even more confused, almost ready to pull out a small stool.

Just as the Silver Dragon King's class was about to begin, a figure suddenly pounced over and snuggled into Qian Gu Xing Ci's arms.