Douluo: Opening Sign-in to Ancestral Dragon Spirit

As the soul emperor, Guangbiao naturally understands the rarity of the ten thousand year spirit ring. Even if it is the spirit transmission tower, which is the ancestor of the soul, it is extremely difficult to create a ten thousand year soul. It requires huge human and financial resources. Don't talk about other forces.

Because of this, every ten thousand year souls appearing in the auction are robbed by a large wave of soul masters. The transaction price often reaches several billion federal coins, and there is often no market. More often, they are used for It is sold in the form of barter, and money cannot be bought.

It is almost impossible for an ordinary spirit master to obtain the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Ring without the support of the great power behind him, and even the light dragon, which is loved by a certain leader of the military department, is not eligible to obtain the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Ring.

However, at this moment, the long-haired man in front of him has two ten thousand year spirit rings. His identity is definitely not simple, he is definitely not an ordinary teacher!

"Who are you?"

Looking at Wu Changkong, Guangbiao asked.

"Take my sword, you are qualified to know!"

Wu Changkong said coldly, and immediately, the third purple spirit ring behind him suddenly flashed!

"Tianshuang cut!"

With the flickering of the spirit ring, Wu Changkong's figure disappeared in the next moment, and flashed in front of Guangbiao. The Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand cut out a sharp, terrifying cold light that seemed to cut everything. Cut off in front of Guangbiao.

"How is it possible! This feeling..."

Facing Wu Changkong’s sword, Guangbiao only felt that an iceberg was pressing down on him. The soul power in his body seemed to be frozen because of the strong cold air. A trace of chill quickly surged in his heart, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. , Dominated by fear.

Although his body trembled slightly because of the terrible chill, Guangbiao was after all a soul emperor of the soul emperor level. He also joined the soul master legion. He had rich combat experience, so he also urged his soul power crazily, with several soul rings behind him. Lights up.

The next moment, Guangbiao's whole body's scales burst out with iron-gray light, and in front of him, his soul power condensed a gray-black soul power shield that was covered with dragon scales and looked very hard.

However, under Wu Zhangkong's sword power, all Guangbiao's resistance was in vain.

When Tianshuangzhan hit the spirit power shield, the seemingly indestructible spirit power shield fluctuated wildly and collapsed in less than half a second. Then, the condensed sword light slashed on Guangbiao's chest.

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When Wu Zhangkong's sword got close, Guang Biao only felt that his spirit had become dull, and his blood seemed to be solidifying, making it almost impossible to resist.

Wu Changkong’s sword finally slashed at Guangbiao’s chest. Almost in an instant, the mecha made of thousand-forged metal and engraved with a large number of soul-guided magic arrays on his chest was cut and shattered. The Tianshuang Sword smashed into pieces Guangbiao's famous scale like cutting vegetables and melons.

Immediately, the sharp blade cut through the skin in front of Guangbiao, but strangely, no blood flowed out-they were already frozen by the cold air of the Tianshuang Sword.

"Am I going to die? Shouldn't regret this, shouldn't regret this!"

At this moment, Guangbiao only had this thought in his mind, but at this moment, Wu Changkong had taken his sword.

"You are defeated, I don't want to kill people, let them go."

Looking at the trembling body in the distance, his eyes a little dull, and a fierce wound on his chest, Wu Changkong said coldly.

"This trick, this trick, you, where did you come from..."

At this time, Guangbiao finally realized something, and murmured, with extreme fear in his eyes.

"Yes, so, take your man, get out! My student told me what your brother did, and I think they played well! If you dare to let me see you in the future, it's not just a pain The minor injury is so simple."

Wu Changkong's cold words came.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'll get out of here, I'll get out of here!"

Panting heavily, Guang Biao said again and again, with an extremely humble tone, like a dog in a bereavement, dingy and leaving with a group of people under him.

"Male god!"

"Teacher Wu is mighty!"

"Long live the dance teacher!"

......

Seeing Guangbiao's defeat, a burst of enthusiastic cheers broke out among the students. The male students cast admiring eyes at Wu Zhangkong, while the female students looked at Wu Zhangkong with admiration. The teachers also followed suit. Cast a grateful look.

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Twenty minutes later, Wu Changkong's office.

"Sorry, Teacher Wu, we caused you trouble!"

Yao Xuan, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin apologized to Wu Changkong.

"It's okay, go back and practice."

Wu Changkong said coldly.

"Teacher Wu, don't you blame us?"

Xie Xie asked curiously.

"You didn't do anything wrong, why should I blame you? However, in order to prevent retaliation and some black hands, except on rest days, you are not allowed to leave school at night."

Wu Changkong said lightly.

"Yes!"

A promise was made and the four returned to the dormitory.

Eating, practicing, physical training, theoretical study, soon, another day passed.

School is over in the afternoon, and the promotion competition is held again. This time, their opponent is the first grade and second class.

Compared with usual, many more students came to watch the game this time, and there were even advanced students.

Obviously, instead of saying that they are here to watch the game, it is better to say that they are here to see Wu Zhangkong. Since the first battle yesterday, Wu Zhangkong's name has completely resounded in Donghai Academy.

Facing the second class of the first grade, Yao Xuan and the three participating team members did not exert all their strength at all, and walked in a leisurely court to defeat the opponent and win.

With such a relaxed winning posture, coupled with Wu Changkong's name, the name of the fifth class of the first grade was completely established and became famous in the intermediate department.

The next day’s rest day, so the promotion competition will not be held, but will be postponed to next Monday. For this game, it suddenly aroused the interest of most of the intermediate department:

On one side, the dark horse team led by Wu Changkong and easily defeated the other three classes; on the other side, there is a veteran team that gathers the strongest classmates and has a great soul master student. Who wins and who loses?

Not to mention the thoughts of other students. On the day off, Tang Wulin suddenly requested that he wanted to visit the auction house.

"It seems that Tang Wulin's bloodline is still beginning to awaken! Although he was not stimulated and showed the power of the Golden Dragon King earlier, the unlocking of the bloodline seal is indeed an unstoppable process!"

Listening to what Yao Xuan said, Yao Xuan naturally knew what had happened to Tang Wulin, and he thought to himself.

However, Yao Xuan also knew that this time, the progress of Tang Wulin's bloodline unlocking would definitely be slower than the original historical line. At least, with his own existence, Tang Wulin had no reason to attack the first seal so early. , With his own shelter in the future, Tang Wulin will not take the risk of repeatedly attacking the seal early.