Chapter 99 Tang San’s confident guess

As soon as Flanders left, the people present quickly gathered around Shen Jianxin, looking up and down as if looking at a rare treasure, and kept asking questions like he had a hundred thousand whys.

Xiao Wu looked excited: "Senior, why are your eyes red? Is there any special reason?"

Oscar acted flatteringly: "Brother, what was that red mist on your body before? It looks so cool and scary."

Tang San smiled confidently: [Are they also twin martial spirits? Unfortunately, he has gone astray. 】

Seeing so many people surrounding Shen Jianxin, including the little girl, Ning Rongrong puffed up her cheeks, hugged Shen Jianxin's arm, and stared at Xiao Wu, the little goblin, with wary eyes, declaring her sovereignty.

Although she also had many doubts in her heart, she believed that Shen Jianxin would tell her when the time came.

Dugu Yan followed closely behind Ning Rongrong, looked at Shen Jianxin's profile, and sighed in her heart, he seemed to be stronger. After working hard for so long, you still can't even see his back?

But why compare yourself to a pervert? Wouldn't it be nice to be happy? Do you have to live with yourself?

With a thousand thoughts, Dugu Yan quickly adjusted her mentality. Looking at Shen Jianxin again, well, she looked better.

As for strength, she selectively ignored it and never mentioned it again.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the outermost edge, a little nervous and a little eager: So strong! Amazing! Want to know! I'm watching!

He glanced around and saw everyone's expressions.

Shen Jianxin smiled faintly and teased Xiao Wu: "The red eyes are caused by the special technique, not what you think."

Xiao Wu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously pulled up the corner of Tang San's clothes next to her, and moved her body slightly closer to him.

Then Shen Jianxin waved his hand, and a stream of blood energy spurted out, surrounding Oscar like smoke: "Is that so?"

Oscar's face lit up with joy, his head clicked wildly, and he stretched out his hand to touch the blood energy.

With a thought in Shen Jian's heart, the blood energy dissipated instantly, causing him to flutter away.

Oscar looked a little regretful, but looked at Shen Jianxin expectantly, as if to say, boss, come up with more and let me show off.

"Give me."

A deep voice sounded, and Zhao Wuji pushed away Oscar who was blocking him and stood up.

Looking up at Shen Jianxin, there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, appreciation in the scrutiny, and a hint of fighting spirit in the appreciation.

"Boy, you have good strength and amazing momentum, but after all, you are just the Soul King. There are so many strong people in the world, and you must not be arrogant and complacent."

Shen Jianxin had no intention of arguing with Zhao Wuji. He smiled sarcastically and said humbly and politely: "Senior said it is true, boy, please bear it in mind."

Seeing that Shen Jianxin was reasonable and not as arrogant as Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji nodded slightly.

"Okay, the farce is over. After so long delay, your entrance examination is not over yet."

"Now that Dai Mubai has left, I will be the one to conduct your assessment."

When Shen Jianxin didn't come, Dai Mubai was originally the one to assess Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing. However, Dai Mubai delayed for a while to recover from his injuries, otherwise Shen Jianxin and others would not have happened to meet them. , this farce would not have happened.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, and suddenly thought that Shen Jianxinsoul King was so powerful, so how could he be so easy to get along with when he called his seniors?

"Senior, we are all just great soul masters. Isn't it a bit uncomfortable to fight with you?"

As he spoke, Tang San glanced specifically at Xiao Wu beside him and Zhu Zhuqing in the distance, as if to prove to Zhao Wuji that this was unfair to the three of us.

Zhao Wuji glared at him: "What's wrong?"

"The dean left you all to me before he left. I am the biggest here and I have the final say."

"The strong are respected. Have you forgotten what happened to Xiaobai just now?"

Tang San smiled awkwardly: "Senior, that's not what I meant."

"I mean you are too strong for us to handle. Why don't you let this brother be our opponent?"

"With his soul king's strength, he should be able to test our depth."

Tang San was a little dissatisfied now. When he saw Shen Jianxin's soul ring before, he had guessed that Shen Jianxin, like him, had twin martial souls.

It's just that he hasn't started cultivating the second martial soul yet, but Shen Jianxin is cultivating two martial arts together.

Otherwise, why would his soul ring be beyond common sense? Otherwise, why would he be at the soul king level?

You must know that Tang San has never slacked off in his cultivation since he awakened his martial soul. After six years of hard work, he has only become a level 29 great soul master.

This soul king looks to be only three or four years older than me. He has studied with his teacher for so long. If he can't even see through this, wouldn't he have become a master of theory in vain?

At this time, he wanted to challenge Shen Jianxin. One purpose was to prove the correctness of what he thought and learned, and the other was to see Shen Jianxin's true strength so that he could compare his future achievements after starting to practice the second martial soul.

But at this time, Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment after hearing Tang San's words, and looked at Tang San doubtfully. Is this guy sick?

Am I that much like a villain? When I meet the protagonist, the protagonist can't help but offend me, and then he feels resentful after suffering a loss. Finally, he works hard to cultivate, his cultivation greatly improves, he comes back with revenge, and kills me?

Unknowingly, because of Tang San's words, Shen Jianxin imagined a tragic drama in which the protagonist took revenge and the villain's family was destroyed, and his eyes began to turn cold unconsciously.

Otherwise, kill him.

"But, we are not great soul masters. We have to deal with so many people together. What should I do if my brother gets tired?"

Suddenly, a sweet voice pulled Shen Jianxin back from the delusions of murderous intent and allowed Tang San to escape.

Raising his head, Shen Jianxin saw Ning Rongrong's four soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple and purple, smiling sweetly at him.

"Well, I think Rongrong is right. Little Kenshin is one of our own. How can one of our own fight our own?"

Dugu Yan's words came, and a soul power pressure that was not weaker than Shen Jianxin's just now burst out from her body. Five soul rings, two yellow, two purple and one black, instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Another Soul King? And such a small Soul Sect? No wonder Boss Fu said you are the real monsters."

Zhao Wuji's face was filled with ecstasy, and his soft eyes swept over Shen Jianxin and the others: "Okay, that's it, I'll test your skills in person."

"Now I will give you one stick of incense to get to know each other and discuss tactics. The test will begin after one stick of incense."

"The content of the test is that you work together to resist me for a stick of incense. As long as one person can persist to the end, you will win."

"I hope you understand, don't try to use tricks. Under my soul skills, no one can escape from this range with speed."

"At the same time, I would also like to remind you that I am a level seventy-sixth level assault-type war soul saint."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wuji glanced at Shen Jianxin vaguely. He always felt that something was wrong with Shen Jianxin. The materialized bloody murderous aura surrounding Shen Jianxin's body before was definitely not the kind of thing he demonstrated to Oscar.

The smell of blood coming out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses was definitely not an illusion. Although the target of the murderous intent at that time was only Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, standing in the distance, still felt faintly palpitating.

After a pause, Zhao Wuji continued sternly: "So, coordination and cooperation are your only chance to win!"

After saying this, Zhao Wuji took out a piece of incense from somewhere, put a pinch of it on the head of the incense with his fingers, and lit the incense directly. In the blink of an eye, the incense was inserted into the ground without any trembling. .

[Well, it should be stable now. I plan to use the martial soul's true body. No matter how weird you are, you can't break my defense. 】

[The title of Fudo Myōō was also earned by me with my punches and kicks! 】