War Spirit Girl: Starting Contract Emperor Armor School Beauty

Chapter 48 Let’s see what a real dragon is!
  "Then... Wen Dou?"

Looking at Lin Ling standing not far away, Wang Jia couldn't figure out his details at this moment.

Faced with two choices, he subconsciously chose the safer one.

"Wen Dou? That's okay."

Seeing that he chose Wen Dou, Lin Ling couldn't help but sigh.
  This unlucky kid had no choice but to choose Wen Dou.

If they were to compete, he could at least guarantee that he would get it right.

But if it was Wen Dou, then it would be difficult for him to control his strength.
  "You come first and I come first?"

After standing still, Lin Ling asked politely.

It is a Zuan tradition to treat people with courtesy first and then fight with soldiers.

"Hmph! You go first!"

Wang Jia snorted coldly and said disapprovingly.

I come from a noble family and have read a lot of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign masterpieces.

In terms of literary attainments, except for those old guys who specialize in research, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Is it possible that this commoner who has become a monk in the process of becoming a monk in front of me can still master himself?

"OK then"

Lin Ling coughed lightly, cleared his throat, then turned to look at Bai Qingli beside him, and said softly.

"Cover your ears."

"???"

After hearing this, Bai Qingli was full of doubts, but as a war spirit's telepathy, she instantly realized that something was wrong.

Without any hesitation, she quickly covered her ears as instructed.

"What's the situation?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Jia opposite him was confused.

Isn’t it Wen Dou?
  Why cover your ears.

However, the sound of Lin Ling's voice next made him completely awaken.

Wang Jia, who was born in an aristocratic family, had never experienced the baptism of this kind of culture.

Just for a moment, he was stunned.

Where's the promised Wen Dou? !
  You call this a literary fight? !
  Feeling the constant attacks, he felt that his blood pressure began to rise, and his face suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong? You can't stand this anymore? Is it because you can't get used to Longguo? How about I change the language and we can continue?"

Lin Ling, who stopped to take a breath, asked thoughtfully after noticing his red face.

Today's young people are still not good enough. They don't even have this ability to withstand pressure.
  Trash talk is also an indispensable part of fighting.

Sometimes, trash talk can get the better of your opponent and cause him to lose his cool judgment.

During the battle, any detail may affect the final outcome of the battle.

It is possible that this little inconspicuous advantage can allow him to survive on the battlefield.

Therefore, Lin Ling in his previous life carefully studied various languages ​​​​on the Blue Star Federation, just to be able to come in handy at critical moments.

And the alien beast that was scolded to death died precisely because his alien beast tone was so heartbreaking.

"Keep going!"

Wang Jia, who had been baptized for so long, finally reacted.

What kind of literary fight is this?
  It’s clearly a scolding war!

Sure enough, the only low-level civilians can use such crude methods!
  "Garbage is garbage! It's probably because of this that no war spirit is willing to make a contract with you. You can only contract with a D-level trash!"

In his rage, Wang Jia ignored any etiquette and blurted out a curse.

After hearing this, Lin Ling, who was still thinking of teasing children, suddenly turned gloomy.

He glanced at Bai Qingli next to him and saw that she was still covering her ears obediently, so he relaxed a little.

For a spiritual master, it doesn't matter if he attacks himself personally.

However, if the war spirit is insulted, the nature of the matter will change.

Although a few words of swearing won't save you a piece of meat, but when you get into a fight, you will really lose a piece of meat! Firelight surged in his hand, and Lin Ling instantly turned into an afterimage.

Facing this newly awakened rookie, he didn't even need the armor.

At this moment, Wang Jia also realized that he had just made a mistake.

But in this case, he had to bite the bullet and summon the war spirit to fight forward.

As a dragon roar sounded, a giant western black dragon appeared in the middle of the playground.

And on the dragon's back was Wang Jia, a spiritual master.

"It's actually a dragon war spirit!"

"No wonder, when I fought with him before, my beast war spirit always felt like it was being suppressed."

"It seems that he didn't use his full strength during the assessment!"

The moment they saw the black dragon appear, all the students watching the battle exclaimed in surprise.

During the previous fight, although they knew that Wang Jia's fighting spirit was of extremely high quality, they did not know its variety.

Until now, the mystery has finally been revealed!
  It turns out to be a dragon war spirit!
  Moreover, it is a pure sacred dragon, not a garbage dragon like the earth dragon with only a trace of dragon blood!

Dragons are naturally capable of suppressing all beasts and war spirits.

Not only beast war spirits, but other types of war spirits will also be affected.

To a certain extent, the dragon is the existence that stands at the top of the war spirit!
  Even if it's just a four-legged lizard like the Western Dragon!

However, this person with connections actually dared to charge forward with bare hands. He was not simply seeking death!

Everyone present turned their heads, unable to bear to see the bloody scene that followed.

At the same time, Wang Jia's heart was burning with anger.

No matter what, I am also the number one in this assessment, and the proud one that countless colleges are vying for.

How dare this man fight with his bare hands without summoning the fighting spirit?

It's crazy!

Just when he was about to teach the other party a lesson, he suddenly felt his feet trembling, and he almost fell off the dragon's back.

The next moment, a roar of pain echoed throughout the space.

The originally majestic jet black dragon now had a huge crack ripped open at its wings.

The burning flames were beginning to spread rapidly towards the entire dragon's body.

"what?!"

When he felt the pain from the war spirit coming from the spiritual channel, Wang Jia couldn't help but have a flash of shock in his eyes.

When he noticed the flaming sword in Lin Ling's hand, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is his fighting spirit!
  Unlike beast war spirits, the summons of weapon war spirits is simple and unpretentious.

It seems that the other party has understood this and deliberately pretended not to summon the war spirit in order to let himself relax his vigilance!
  Wang Jia, who thought he had seen through the plot, was filled with pride. He looked down at Lin Ling condescendingly, and Zhong Er spoke.

"Your plan is good, it can actually hurt my fighting spirit! But next, you won't have this chance!"

"A plan? What plan?"

Lin Ling was confused when he heard what he said.

In order to reduce the lethality as much as possible, he did not choose to combine the armor, but just summoned the flaming knife.

Otherwise, he was even afraid that he would send this "proud man of heaven" away with his full strength.

"Forget it, let's make a quick decision."

By now, Lin Ling had no interest in continuing to play.

Above the nine heavens, the dragon's roar sounded again.

A huge red dragon, bathed in flames, soared and surged between the clouds, looming.

At the same time, Lin Ling's cold voice sounded again.

"Let you have a good experience."

"What is the real Eastern Dragon?"

　If you feel like the content is missing, it’s normal because Zu’an’s words have been reviewed.
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)