Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 39 Meng Yiran: Looking at the Knife (for collection)

"The first soul skill, Mokong Evil Fire!"

The spirit ring under Wang Shenmeng's feet instantly blazed brightly, and the flames rose into the air behind his whole body, and a huge scarlet moth king emerged, with his wings opening and closing, he fanned out a piece of burning flames.

The power of the evil fire spreads along with the spiritual power, and can flow anywhere within a 40-meter radius as one wishes.

With a thought in his mind, he instantly transformed into a fire dragon in front of Meng Yiran, coiling around her with its fangs and claws.

The scorching heat made Meng still feel like he was in a furnace. His heart trembled, and he hurriedly stopped his forward movement. He twisted his body like a snake, flexibly emerged from the coils of the fire dragon, and continued to kill from the side.

Wang Shenmeng stood still, his mental power surged like flowing water, and as his thoughts flowed, the fire dragon dissipated, and the next moment it turned into a huge fire moth, appearing in front of Meng Yiran, with its wings spread out, like a wall. The wall of fire made it difficult for her to get past the thunder pool.

Meng still gritted her teeth and continued to flexibly change the direction of attack, but no matter how she changed her position, she was still unable to get past the flames, not even getting close, so how could she defeat the opponent?
"What kind of soul skill is this? Why is it so powerful?"

Meng still gritted his teeth, feeling a big blow in his heart.

Duke Long and Snake Po were also a little surprised. Not only was this first soul skill powerful in flames, it could appear anywhere at will and even change its form at will. Is this really just the first soul skill in a century?
"Hey, still not an opponent. If Wang Xiaoyou didn't intend to give in, she would have been defeated long ago. She couldn't escape the first fire dragon that entangled her."

Snake Woman sighed. With her eyesight, she could naturally see that Wang Shenmeng did not use his full strength at all. Otherwise, as long as he directed the flames at his granddaughter, she would not be able to resist it.

Duke Long sighed, at first he thought that his granddaughter had good talent, and it was not impossible to train Contra well, but compared with this little monster, she was much worse.

This made Duke Long's heart sore, such an outstanding genius, why did he belong to someone else?It would be great if I was born in my dragon and snake family. In the future, I will join hands with you, at least to ensure the prosperity of my family for decades!

Meng Shu stared unwillingly at Wang Shenmeng, the more he looked at him, the more he liked him, the more he liked him, the more he felt unwilling, he only hated that this young man was not his grandson.

"Wait, who said he can't be my grandson... Isn't grandson-in-law also a grandson?"

Meng Shu's eyes flashed, and he looked at his pretty and charming granddaughter. He narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed an old fox-like smile at the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, after several minutes, Meng was still panting from exhaustion, most of his soul power had been consumed, his fair face was flushed, and his hair was wet with sweat on his forehead, but Wang Shenmeng still stood there calmly, without any hesitation. Move one step.

"How angry, he actually despised me so much."

Meng Yiran's eyes were resentful, and he was wronged and angry in his heart, "But he is really strong, I am no match at all."

As the little princess of the Meng family, she has never suffered a disadvantage since she was a child, but today she suffered repeatedly from this young man, not to mention that the other party was younger than herself, but with a calm attitude, relaxed defeated the strength that he was proud of.

It could be said that the setbacks she had suffered in the past ten years were not as great as those she had endured in less than a stick of incense. While she was deeply impressed by this young man, she was also a little angry.

She bit her pink lip, and decided to use her final trick, "Be careful, I have other means of attack, if you can still win, I will be convinced."

Meng Yiran raised her right hand, only to see a suet white jade ring on her white wrist shining with a faint luster, and with a flash of light, a long cloth pouch had appeared in her hand.

Obviously.Her bracelet is a soul guide,

The cloth bag is about two feet long.About half a foot wide, Meng Yiran spread her hands, and the cloth strip had been split into two halves. When she turned the cloth strip, Wang Shenmeng saw clearly that there were many short pieces of the same size and style hanging on the cloth strip. blade.

The short blade had no handguard, and from Wang Shenmeng's perspective, who had seen a lot of hidden weapons, it was clearly a flying knife.

It's just that the throwing knives in Meng Yiran's hands are a bit crude, except for the two blood slots.There is nothing special about it.The handle is about three inches long and the blade is five inches long.The material is fine.A faint light flickered.

"Be careful, watch me throw the knife!"

Meng Yiran flicked his wrist, and amidst the swishing sound, two cold lights shot towards Wang Shenmeng's shoulders.

"You didn't attack my vital points, but your heart is not evil!"

Wang Shenmeng smiled slightly, reached out with his left hand, and two flying knives fell into his hand. With a casual flick, the two flying knives turned into a black trajectory and flew back, and the void suddenly divided into two arcs of light.

This is exactly the method of separating labor and Yan in the Tang Sect's hidden weapons.

Only two ding dings were heard, and one of the arc lights hit the third flying knife that followed just right, and when it was ejected, it just hit the fourth flying knife, and the fourth flying knife bounced off the fifth flying knife. knife……

Only the sound of clanging and clanging could be heard continuously, and in a short while there were more than a dozen flying knives falling on the ground.

But at this time, the second arc of light flashed across Meng Yiran's neck as fast as lightning, flew under her ear, and cut off the amethyst earrings. The blade scraped against the skin, but did not hurt her at all.

"how can that be?"

Meng still stayed.

Duke Long Mengshu and Snake Lady Zhao Tianxiang looked at each other with wry smiles. The young man had shocked them so much that they were a little numb.

"Miss Meng, do you want to compare?"

Wang Shenmeng walked up to Meng Yiran, bent down, picked up the broken earring, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for damaging Ms. Meng's earring. But Ms. Meng's flying knives are really extraordinary, and I was overwhelmed and rushed." Luckily, I didn't hurt the girl, so please don't take offense, Miss Meng."

Meng Yiran glanced at him faintly, his eyes complicated, with a hint of admiration in his frustration. Hearing this compliment, he couldn't help curling his lips: "You don't need to say nice things to comfort me. My knife-throwing skills can be compared with yours. It's just a piece of cake. I'm not someone who can't afford to lose. I lost and I'm convinced."

Wang Shenmeng comforted: "It's just a small sparring, it won't prove anything, Miss Meng don't take it too seriously."

"I tried my best, but I was able to handle it with ease, and I still lost so cleanly. There's nothing I can't admit about not being as good as others, but I will work hard, and I hope you can always be this strong."

Meng Yiran clenched his small fist to encourage himself, and said a little embarrassedly: "But your knife-throwing skills are really good, can you give me some pointers? I like knife-throwing very much, and I practice hard for a long time every day. I think I can hit every shot within 20 meters, but I'm still much worse than you."

Speaking of this, she was in a bit of a depressed mood, it's fine if she couldn't match her fighting spirit, and even the flying knife technique that she was proud of was crushed into scum, I really don't know where this little brother came from little pervert.

"Well, no problem, it's just some power skills. If Miss Meng is interested, let's exchange and learn from each other when we have time!"

Wang Shenmeng nodded generously and said that it would be okay to teach Meng Yiran some basic techniques. If he could make friends with Meng Shu, it would be very cost-effective.

Duke Long Meng Shu walked over with a smile, his eyes swept back and forth on Wang Shenmeng Yemeng Yiran several times, revealing a meaningful expression.

"Yet, this little friend Wang has already passed the assessment, and he will be a member of our School of Beasts from now on. You should be close to him in the future. He is new here, so take care of him. Let grandpa handle the admission formalities for him today."

Meng Yiran glanced at Wang Shenmeng, and the joy on his face became even stronger. He nodded quickly and said, "Grandpa, hurry up and handle it for him. I still have many questions to ask him!"

Meng Shu stroked his beard and smiled: "There is no need to rush when you two get along in the future. Wang Shenmeng, my granddaughter has always been proud and arrogant. It is a good thing that she can suffer some setbacks at your hands. Let her She knows that there are people outside the world. She has had no playmates since she was a child. You are here just in time. Please spend more time with her in the future. You young people have a common language. It is obvious that I still like you very much. You can't let her down, let alone bully her. Still, otherwise I won’t spare you.”

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

The words of Duke Long and Meng Shu were quite ambiguous. Meng Yiran was instantly ashamed, his pretty face flushed, and he glared at Duke Long fiercely.

(End of this chapter)