Chapter 100 Zao Wou-Ki, Oscar

Seeing Zhao Wuji's act of placing incense, Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, is Zhao Wuji offering incense to himself in advance again?

It seems that the butterfly effect I brought is not big enough. The inertia of this world can actually allow him to continue this beating.

"this…"

At this time, Tang San was a little dumbfounded.

What kind of monsters are these people in front of me?

Only with Shen Jianxin's Soul King level and his soul ring exceeding the age limit could he find a reasonable explanation for himself.

Here came another Soul King who was not too old, and a Soul Sect who looked younger than him.

Tang San didn't care about Dugu Yan's Soul King level. After all, Dugu Yan looked almost twenty, and Tang San was confident that he could reach the same level or even surpass her at the same age.

But Ning Rongrong, a younger soul sect than him, made him confused. After all, Ning Rongrong's soul ring did not exceed the specifications, and he couldn't forcefully explain it based on the knowledge taught by his teacher.

Before these doubts could be understood, another strong soul saint came out and said that he would conduct an assessment on them.

Soul Saint? What is that?

There is a legend about the Soul Saint in the Holy Soul Village where he was born. Because of that legend, their village has an official quota of working-study students from Notting City every year. You can imagine how high the status of the Soul Saint is in this continent. high.

But the one in front of them is alive, and is about to become the examiner who will test them.

Against levels over seventy and over twenty, he didn't regard Tang San as a great soul master at all.

He didn't care about Tang San's expression, nor his inner thoughts. With Shen Jianxin and his group in front of them, it was really difficult for Tang San and his group of great soul masters, who were only over 20 levels, to catch Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Smiling at Shen Jianxin, Zhao Wuji shouted to Oscar: "Xiao Ao, for the sake of fairness, I allow you to go with them. Go, you don't have much time."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji turned around and walked to the recliner not far away, squinting his eyes and humming a tune and became leisurely.

It seemed that he wanted to beat up a bunch of geniuses in a short while, and he felt very happy.

But Oscar's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit, and he shouted in his heart that it was none of my business, I didn't want to be beaten.

But he didn't dare to take Zhao Wuji's instructions seriously. He looked at Zhao Wuji like a resentful woman and said aggrievedly: "Yes, Teacher Zhao."

Seeing Oscar's expression, Shen Jianxin smiled slightly, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this is our assessment. When the time comes, just stand far away and don't do anything."

"If we lose, just admit defeat and you won't be involved."

Oscar's ugly face turned from gloomy to clear in an instant, and he looked at Shen Jian with a happy face and said, "Brother, you are benevolent and righteous. Brother, you will be my dear eldest brother from now on."

"Now, I will tell you all the information about Teacher Zhao, down to the smallest details."

As long as he doesn't get beaten, Oscar will be very happy and just sell Zao Wou-Ki. If possible, he even wants to sell Flanders as well.

"Teacher Zhao's realm has already been mentioned by himself. He is a seventh-ringed soul saint, and he is also a level 76 beast martial spirit attack-type fighting soul saint."

"The martial soul is a powerful diamond bear. It has no flaws in its body, its strength is astonishing, and its defense is extremely terrifying. Even a soul master of the same level as him will have difficulty breaking through his defense. In the end, he will only seize the opportunity to use a huge weapon. He was hammered into pulp, blood spattered and he died on the spot."

"The level of bloody cruelty, Zizhen"

Oscar described and gestured as if he had seen Zhao Wuji fight with his own eyes. If nothing else, Shen Jianxin remained skeptical just about hammering a man into a pulp.

After boasting about Zhao Wuji's strength and defense, Oscar paused and continued: "If you think that Teacher Zhao is strong and strong in defense, he must not be good at speed, then you are completely wrong."

"Although Teacher Zhao is slightly slower, given the soul power gap between us and Teacher Zhao, he will be faster than us in this regard."

"What's more, Teacher Zhao's third soul skill is gravity enhancement, which can make the opponent's body suddenly become heavier, and his feet seem to be stuck in the mud. No matter how fast the speed is, it is useless under this soul skill."

"It can be said that Teacher Zhao is a complete hexagonal warrior without any shortcomings. He is also nicknamed Fudo Myoō in the academy."

"Fudo Mingou, these four words are enough to describe his power."

"I'm just a great food-type soul master. My first soul skill is recovery, and my second soul skill is detoxification. Even if I fight together with you, I really can't help you much, so you'd better ask for your own blessings."

After hesitating for a moment, Oscar said a little embarrassedly: "But if you need it, I can make some sausages to provide you with a little help."

As he said this, Oscar pinched his little finger and showed everyone, that's about all.

Shen Jianxin glanced at Oscar in surprise. He knew about Oscar's soul curse. In front of so many girls, he dared to offer help. This shows that he is also a person who dares to face his own shortcomings.

From this point of view, he is much better than Yu Xiaogang, the man who dislikes his martial spirit.

"Uncle, can you still detoxify?" Dugu Yan exclaimed and suddenly realized: "Why did I say that the teddy dog ​​regained its ability to move so quickly? It turned out to be your credit."

"Uncle?" Oscar's face was slightly stiff. He touched the beard on his face and said with a wry smile: "Beautiful sister, I am only fourteen years old this year. My hair is just a little thicker. I am not an uncle."

Dugu Yan looked at Oscar's thick beard seriously, and said a little speechlessly: "I said why your voice is so weird. If you didn't tell me your age, I would have doubted whether you were deliberately trying to be cute and attract people. The little girl’s attention.”

"Forget it, we don't have much time. There's no need to detoxify. I know how to do it. That Teacher Zhao doesn't look like someone who knows how to use poison."

"Just get us some recovery food. As for the rest, it's none of your business."

Tang San glanced at Dugu Yan thoughtfully, [Nervous toxin, colorless, odorless and traceless, this is a poison master. 】

He had seen Dai Mubai's tragic situation before, and with Tang San's level of poisoning, he could easily tell what kind of poison it was, but he couldn't understand the trajectory of the poison.

Oscar looked embarrassed and said with some trepidation, "Okay, but you can't make fun of me."

Dugu Yan snorted coldly and glanced at him with an unkind expression: "A dignified man, squirming and bitching, is not happy at all. Are you going to retract that thing of yours?"

"You do whatever you are asked to do. Come on, be quick for me and don't force me to do it."

Oscar, who was so fierce, obviously couldn't afford to offend Dugu Yan. He reluctantly stretched out his right hand and whispered in his soft voice: "I have a big sausage."

Yellow light suddenly condensed in his palm, and two yellow halos rose from Oscar's feet. Then, a thick and large sausage appeared out of thin air from his palm.

"Uh" Hearing his spell, Tang San was stunned.

Although he had seen Oscar making sausages for Dai Mubai before, the distance was a little far away, and Oscar deliberately suppressed the sound, so he didn't hear it clearly.

At that time, I smelled it and thought it tasted okay. I don't know why Dai Mubai felt nauseated while eating it as if he was eating shit. He seemed unwilling to chew more when eating. Now he knows.

‘I have a big sausage. ’ Let’s not talk about the quality of this sausage and whether it is edible. The soul curse alone is too easy to associate with people. Especially since they would be filling their mouths with this stuff soon.

Thinking of this, a feeling of nausea could not help but arise in Tang San's heart, and his stomach was churning, but in order not to show it, he suppressed it back by forcefully operating the Xuantian Technique calmly.

"Well, the effect is good. Use more, it will be useful in a while."

Tang San was still feeling disgusted by the thought, but Dugu Yan snatched the sausage and started to comment after finishing it.

During the time he was practicing outside, Dugu Yan had seen even more disgusting and weird soul curses than this.

Just a big sausage, ha!