Notting College, Back Mountain.

The first player in the senior year is called Wei Biao.

Wei Biao shouted lightly, and a light golden light appeared on his palm, and a stick about six feet long appeared in his hand.

The yellow soul ring floated up.

It turns out that his martial soul is like Ma Ning, and it is full of sticks.

Level 15 weapon war soul master.

"Wang Sheng, it seems that I repaired you last time. I'm not enough. This time I'll repair you well and give you a long memory!"

Wei Biao's voice suddenly increased, as if he wanted to shock his opponent with his momentum.

It turned out that the two had fought before, and Wang Sheng had been defeated by him.

"That was then, this time, this time, before the winner was decided, there is no need to say such harsh words."

Wang Sheng tried his best to stabilize his emotions and respond calmly.

"Hmph, who can't speak loudly? Just wait and enter the infirmary!"

Wei Biao said, stepped forward, holding a golden stick in both hands, and smashed it towards Wang Sheng’s face.

"War tiger, possessed!"

Wang Sheng shouted lightly. With the bonus of the powerful beast martial soul, his muscles immediately swelled up and became much stronger.

Looking at the smashed stick, Wang Sheng blocked it with his thick right arm.

"Uh!"

Wang Sheng screamed, and a strong blow on his right arm, and a stick seal appeared.

Since entering the school, Wang Sheng has not stopped practicing. He thought that he could block this attack with his strong body and strong martial soul power, but he still overestimated himself.

"Boy, it seems that the last failure has not allowed you to grow. Do you think your soul power can block my attack if you increase?"

Wei Biao said, waving the golden stick, then moved forward and hit Wang Sheng’s abdomen.

Wang Sheng has more strength but less agility. Although his opponent is not as strong as him, he has been using the long stick for a long time and has a very good grasp. He has a great momentum of making a big move.

"Oh yell!"

A tiger roared in the void, and Wang Sheng rushed up like a tiger descending the mountain.

Wei Biao swept out another stick shadow and hit the opponent.

Fortunately, Wang Sheng’s Zhanhu’s martial soul is thick and hard-working. If he were an ordinary first-grade worker student, he would probably not be able to stand up with two sticks.

"Wang Sheng looks very hard."

At this time, a familiar voice came from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing who were watching the game.

He Qi and Tang San came from not far away.

Xiao Wu: "Brother He Qi, Third Brother, you... these elderly guys bully us..."

He Qi said: "We probably know what's going on. We don't bully others, but we must not bully you. If someone offends me, I will offend you."

Zhu Zhuqing said slowly: "My thoughts are the same as you."

Xiao Wu: "Yes, Brother He Qi, those hateful guys actually asked me to be their pets. How can I bear it?"

"Um?"

He Qi regarded Xiao Wu as his own sister, and those who were older would naturally make him angry.

Tang San said: "It seems that Wang Sheng has no intention of leaving the court. He clearly wants to fight that guy one-on-one. We might as well take a look first."

As Tang San said, although Wang Sheng's tiger body was beaten to the point of bruising all over his body by his opponent, he had no intention of retreating at all.

Until this time, he had not injured Wei Biao's hair.

"Wang Sheng, come on!" Xiao Wu shouted loudly.

The girl's cheering voice gave him confidence. Wang Sheng looked at Wei Biao with a serious look on his face, and seemed to have made up some determination in his heart.

Then he rushed forward desperately.

"How many times have you been unable to remember."

Wei Biao said, waving his long stick like flowing water, constantly hitting Wang Sheng.

Unexpectedly, Wang Sheng did not hide this time, and endured the pain and rushed forward.

Wei Biao's pupils tightened, but he felt that the stick in his hand could not move as if it was stuck in cement.

Wang Sheng's left hand had already grabbed his long stick.

The power of beast martial souls is not comparable to that of ordinary soul masters.

"No...no!"

Wei Biao realized the bad situation in front of him, but it seemed too late.

The yellow soul ring on Wang Sheng's body was moving rapidly.

Its tiger-like body is even more swelling.

Wang Sheng grabbed the long stick with his left hand and was ready to go with his right hand.

"The first soul skill, tiger claw strike!"

The right hand has completely turned into a tiger's claw.

When it was swung out, it cut through the air.

In the void, it was like a tiger roaring deep in the forest.

The tiger roared in the valley, and all the beasts were shocked.

This blow hit Wei Biao's chest and abdomen.

Wei Biao spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his whole body flew out like a broken sack.

Generally, the spirit master of the artifact is not as good as the beast soul master.

It's like these two people.

Wang Sheng may have resisted Wei Biao dozens of sticks with his willpower, but Wei Biao may not be able to resist Wang Sheng's claw.

Of course, this is when the two are not far apart in the levels.

Wang Sheng is at level 13 and Wei Biao is at level 15. The two are at level 2.

In the first game, Wang Sheng narrowly won.

He finally defeated the person who had always suppressed him and avenged his previous shame.

"Oh! Wang Sheng won!"

"Brother Saint, you are so awesome!"

The work-student friends behind him immediately burst into cheers.

Xiao Chenyu was stunned when he saw this.

Wei Biao was also ranked among the senior students. He thought it would be a foregone conclusion to beat Wang Sheng, but unexpectedly, things took a 180-degree turn.

Wei Biao's defeat undoubtedly gave his confidence a blow.

Wei Biao was lying on the ground and was carried down before he got up.

"We are defeated, Chen Xiang, come."

The second one sent by Xiao Chenyu were small and slim boys.

"I'll do it this time."

Tang San said as he walked forward and replaced Wang Sheng.

Chen Xiang looked up and down at the opponent: "Are you at level 25 of the soul power?"

"No, my name is Tang San, the one you are talking about is our boss."

Hearing this, Chen Xiang's face showed a slight contemptuous look: "I advise you to call out your boss directly, otherwise you will have no chance of winning."

Tang San smiled: "Senior, are you a bit exaggerating to say this? What do you say about the first game?"

Chen Xiang was angry: "That's just your luck."

Tang San's smile remained unabated: "It seems that we can't use our boss to appear against you. Stop talking nonsense, let's come over."

"You work-students seem to be very arrogant."

Chen Xiang said, his feet jumped more than three feet high, and then he spread his arms and swooped towards Tang San.

Seeing this, He Qi, who was watching the battle not far away, immediately realized that this was very likely a beast martial soul war soul master with flying ability.

This made him think of the Qian family again.

At this time, Chen Xiang had already rushed to Tang San.

Tang San was not too slow and quickly avoided. Chen Xiang lost his first wave of attacks and flew to the low altitude again...
Chapter completed!