The peerless Tang Sect’s true body is respected

Chapter 68 The Eve of the Competition (Part )

"Qianjue, I won't accompany you in that soul master competition you mentioned." On the way, Xue Linglong glanced at the north.

"After all, I am still the ruler of the Far North, and I cannot leave the Far North for a long time."

Du Qianjue nodded. Anyway, it would be enough for Du Qianjue to accompany him in the Soul Master Competition.

Presumably Du Buushi would be happy to go to Xingluo City and ride on Chicken Leg Douluo Xuanzi's face and point fingers.

It would be more interesting if Xuanzi still killed and injured almost all of Shrek's students as in the original plot.

Poison can make Xuanzi laugh so hard that he can't hold his head up.

Again.

Du Qianjue not only hopes that Xuanzi will continue to commit suicide, but also does not want him to commit suicide.

If you commit suicide, you can have a reason to directly deal damage to your face. If you don't commit suicide, you can beat the Shrek team head-on.

Very tangled.

But no matter what, Du Qianjue won't be at a loss. Anyway, he can embarrass Shrek Academy. He doesn't like those mainland policemen and the arrogant Lengbi at all.

There are so many things about Shrek Academy that can make people disgusted and complain, I can’t even finish them all.

Moreover, in this soul master competition, Du Qianjue also plans to play some new tricks. It is best not to be seen by Xue Linglong.

It's definitely not his intention.

This time, Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong did not go sightseeing and enjoying the mountains and rivers along the way. The Soul Master Competition was only a few days away from the start.

There has been no news about Du Qianjue. It is estimated that the dean of Diao Academy is about to burst into tears.

It took half a day for Xue Linglong to send Du Qianjue back to the Noumenon Sect, and then she herself returned to the Far North.

"Come back?" Du Buushi was lying on the swing in Du Qianjue's courtyard, lazily basking in the sun.

Feeling Du Qianjue's coming back, Du Bushui said hello without raising his head.

Even if the aura on Du Qianjue's body has become more than twice as strong, Du Bushi is not surprised anymore, he has long been used to it.

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Even if he told Du BuShu that Du Qianjue was going to become a god soon, Du BuShu wouldn't be surprised.

The cheating went too far, and the poison was enough to make you numb.

"Uncle, you have fallen!" Du Qianbian pointed at Du Buushi with a tone of hatred, "How long has it been since you broke through the limit? Have you turned into a salted fish?"

"A salted fish can even turn over when basking in the sun!"

Du Bushui rolled his eyes and gave it to Du Qianjue, then turned over in a dignified manner and pointed his butt at Du Qianjue.

Poison is not dead: You kid, don’t talk to me!

Du Qianjue almost spat out blood.

"Okay, you kid, just say it if you have anything to say." Du Bu Shou waved his hand.

"Uncle, you really think of yourself as a salted fish." Du Qianjue was speechless, with several black lines appearing on his forehead.

"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition will begin in a few days. Are you sure you will continue to be a salty fish and not follow me to Star Luo City to slap the faces of those from Shrek Academy?"

"The teacher leading the team this time is probably Xuanzi's Chicken Leg Douluo. He finally broke through the limit. Don't you want to show off in front of him?"

Du BuSi sat up in shock while dying of illness, and his face that looked like dead fish eyes immediately became red.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's go now!" Du Buushi lifted up Du Qianjue's back collar and turned into a stream of dark green light and flew out.

"Jinpeng! I'm going to build up the reputation of my Noumenon Sect, and I'll leave everything in the Sect to you!"

In the distance, only a message fell on Jin Peng's ears.

Jin Peng was stunned, looked down at the pile of sect chores on the table, and burst into tears.

"Sect Master! When you didn't leave the sect, I didn't see you coming to help me deal with the sect's affairs!"

"No, isn't this supposed to be your job?!"

Jin Peng burst into tears and felt numb all over. Touching his thinning hair, Jin Peng gradually exuded the breath of the sea. He originally thought that the bald hair caused by the poison was due to the backlash of the poison in his life.

Turns out he was too young!
  It took me over two hundred years to see the truth!
  "Young sect leader, hurry up and break through the title and inherit the position of sect leader! Woo hoo hoo..."

……

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...You are finally back, young sect master!" The dean of Di'ao Academy really cried.

He was counting on Du Qianjue, a powerful foreign aid, to help Di'ao Academy play the game. Du Qianjue's power was evident. This was the only chance in ten thousand years that he could defeat Shrek Academy!
  God knows that this dean looks forward to the stars and the moon every day for the return of Du Qianjue.

The people waiting in the dean's office every day are almost waiting for him.

Du Qianjue shuddered, and a chill suddenly shot up from behind.

Isn't this expression disgusting for a grown man like you?

Du Qianjue rolled up his sleeves, his arms covered with goosebumps.

Oh boy, magic damage!

"How many days until the competition starts?" Du Qianjue asked.

"In less than ten days, we plan to leave seven days in advance." The dean of Di'ao College said honestly.

"The team has been assembled. In addition to you, the young sect leader, there are six regular members and seven reserve members."

Well, the configuration is the same as that of Shrek Academy, with one main team and one reserve team.

In other words, this is how all soul master colleges configure their college's teams.

The dean of Di'ao Academy has selected the next team in advance and takes them to get familiar with the atmosphere of the competition and prepare for the next one.

He didn't dare to expect that Du Qianjue would be able to help Di'ao Academy in the next competition.

So you can only prepare in advance.

If Du Qianjue still comes to help next time, it will be easy, just kick him out.

If Du Qianjue still leads the team next time, he can win with six dogs by himself.

"That's the last two days. Come to my dormitory and call me one day in advance before departure." Du Qianjue touched his chin.

"By the way, help me take care of this thing and make some big ones."

Du Qianjue handed over the skin of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger that he had peeled off.

Only the tiger skin, Du Qianjue would not take out other things.

The Dark Evil God Tiger is full of treasures, including tiger bones, tiger whip, tiger waist, tiger heart, tiger meat...

Tiger bones can be used to brew wine, tiger penis can also be made into delicacies, and the same goes for other parts.

These are all pure Yang supplements!
  It's not useful now, but in the future...

"Hiss..." I can't think about it, I can't think about it anymore, I'm just thirteen years old, I can't be shy.

The dean of Di'ao Academy was surprised to receive the huge tiger skin. The entire tiger skin was extremely complete, and the quality of the skin was actually extremely high.

"This is……"

"My seventh spirit ring, the skin of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, is very precious. Don't let me damage it. It's best to find an experienced Zhi Niang to help me make the big beast." Du Qianjue warned.

This might be the last Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in the entire Douluo Continent. This is a true orphan.

"Oh...the seventh soul ring..." the dean repeated stupidly.

"Wait, the seventh soul ring?!" He was horrified and looked at Du Qianjue with a ghostly expression on his face.

Du Qianjue shrugged, soul rings rose from his feet one after another, and powerful soul power fluctuations belonging to the soul saint level suddenly erupted.

Yellow, purple, black, black, red! !
  The seven soul rings blinded the Dean of Di'ao Academy, especially the last blood-red 100,000-year-old soul ring that exuded terrifying pressure, which almost made his jaw drop to the ground.

"One hundred thousand years..."

(End of this chapter)