Chapter 23 Tang San and Xiao Wu’s first battle

On the field, Xiao Wu felt that she was a strong attack type. No matter how bad she was, it was still the sensitive attack type that Tang San had analyzed for her. And Tang San himself said that he was a auxiliary type. Due to both emotions and reasons, he had to let the opponent attack first.

She also wanted to see how an auxiliary system would attack.

"Xiaosan, come on, Sister Xiaowu, I'll give you a chance."

"good."

Tang San nodded, clenched his right fist, and the bluesilver grass in his hand was like a bandage, wrapped around his fist.

Tang San did not refuse Xiao Wu's request because although he had the five secret skills of Xuantian Baolu, he couldn't use them while Yu Xiaogang was hiding aside and watching.

Secondly, I don’t have much combat experience. When hunting for souls, Su Yuntao and Sisi were the only ones who dealt with the banyan silkworms. I was protected by Mathieu Nuo.

When it was his turn to obtain the soul ring, he was basically chopping down trees and still had no combat experience.

Although he estimated that Xiao Wu had little experience fighting humans, with the talent of a hundred thousand year spirit beast and the rabbit's kicking instinct, she might be able to cause trouble for him.

At least, there is only one place where you are higher than your opponent, and that is soul power.

Although the soul power he reported was level thirteen, the real situation was level seventeen.

Level 13 is just a disguise to prevent others from paying too much attention to him.

Seeing Tang San running towards her quickly, Xiao Wu felt a little disdainful and punched Tang San directly.

Tang San had quick eyes and quick hands. He shrunk his head and dodged the punch. Then he raised his hand and grabbed Xiao Wu's shoulder... He originally wanted to strangle Xiao Wu's neck, but considering that this was just a sparring match, some underhanded moves could be avoided. In the end, It's better not to use it.

"Huh?"

Xiao Wu's eyes were startled, then she took a step back, then leaned back, did a backflip, and clamped Tang San's creaking nest between her legs.

The yellow soul ring shines, and Xiao Wu's first soul skill, waist bow, is activated.

Tang San felt that the strength of the legs that had kicked into his creaking nest suddenly increased, actually lifting him up.

However, Tang San also tightly clamped Xiao Wu's ankles to prevent him from being thrown away.

But the result of this was that after Xiao Wu completed a backflip, Tang San's back was hit hard on the ground.

Boom!

This sound was crisp and clear to the ears.

Although Xiao Wu didn't use all his strength, if an ordinary person was thrown like this, he would probably break his muscles and bones, or even lie in bed for several months.

However, Tang San used his soul power to protect his body. Apart from a little pain, there was no damage.

"Hehe, Xiaosan, you lose." Xiaowu said with a smile.

"That's not the case." Tang San let go of his hands holding Xiao Wu's ankles, sat up and slammed the bluesilver grass in his hands into the ground, and then quickly distanced himself from Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, looked at Tang San who was bouncing around, and nodded: "Your body is very strong, you look like a good punching bag."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not very good at fighting." Tang San smiled and raised his right hand. Within a radius of twenty meters, a large area of ​​blue silver grass grew. Countless leaves were like vines, wrapping around Xiao Wu.

"What?" Xiao Wu was startled and jumped up quickly, trying to leave the area, but she couldn't fly, and there were bluesilver grass growing within a radius of twenty meters, and the leaves of each plant could be extended by about ten meters. , and very tough, Xiao Wu punched at will, but the effect of hitting soft grass with fists was not that good.

Rabbits feed on grass, but grass also has flexibility that rabbits can't match. What's more, Tang San's Bluesilver Grass has been strengthened by thousands of banyan trees. How could it be so easy to tear?

Even because of the characteristics of Qiangenrong, the temperature required for his Bluesilver Grass to be ignited is relatively high. Although it is not considered fire-proof, it cannot be burned by ordinary fire.

What's more, he just rooted the blue silver grass into the ground. It is impossible to burn all the blue silver grass without removing the roots that are more than 20 meters deep in the ground.

What's more, Xiao Wu's soft-bone rabbit martial spirit has no ability to fire at all.

Xiao Wu kept struggling, and actually tore off some blue silver grass. After all, no matter how tough his blue silver grass was, the soul skill itself was not entanglement, and Tang San's control over so many blue silver grass blades was insufficient.

However, the advantage was that the number of those leaves was large, and the energy needed to maintain this field came from the earth. Tang San himself only needed to consume the soul power that controlled the leaves of Blue Silver Grass.

But his first soul skill is endless recovery, and the soul power consumed cannot be recovered quickly.

Men are better at lasting.

Three minutes later, Xiao Wu had been tied up into a big rice dumpling by the blue silver grass. Only her face was not surrounded by the blue silver grass. This was controlled by Tang San to prevent her from suffocating.

"It seems I won." Tang San said with a smile.

"You win, okay? Let me go!" Xiao Wu's face turned red. She was defeated by others in public. Didn't she, Sister Xiao Wu, not want to lose face?

Tang San put away the blue silver grass, and the endless grassland disappeared, except for a little blue silver grass sprouting on the ground.

"Didn't you say you are an auxiliary system soul master?" Xiao Wu looked unkind, "You lied, you are obviously a control system, so many Bluesilver Grass blades made it impossible for me to move. Also, you approached me just now. To make me fall into this soul skill of yours?"

"First of all, I am indeed an auxiliary soul master, but the first soul ring is very good, and I have developed other uses."

Tang San's first soul ring lit up again, and a piece of bluesilver grass was wrapped around Xiao Wu's waist, helping her recover her soul power and the abrasions caused by being tied up with bluesilver grass just now.

"You see, the function of my soul skill is to restore it, making up for your injuries and consumed soul power."

"As for fighting with you just now, I mainly wanted to practice my boxing and kicking skills. To be honest, I had countless boxing and kicking techniques in my mind, but when it came to actually fighting, it was indeed a bit different from what I thought. I was knocked down by you, but my body is relatively strong, and my soul skills can help me recover."

Xiao Wu's expression softened a little and she said, "Okay, since you won, then Sister Xiao Wu doesn't mean to keep her word. I agree to your terms."

"Let's not talk about it for now, but we can compete frequently in the future. I need to gain more experience in actual combat. After all, the skills of fists and kicks are also very important. I need to make up for it, and you can slowly get used to the control system during the battle with me. The ability of the soul master can avoid the situation in the future when you encounter a control-type soul master and you can only catch him helplessly." Tang San stretched out his hand to Xiao Wu.

"That's right, I really can't be caught." Xiao Wu thought thoughtfully, stretched out her palm, patted Tang San, and suddenly smiled, "From now on, you don't have to call me Sister Xiao Wu. Anyway, you’ve never called me, just call me Xiao Wu, and I’ll call you Xiao San, how about that?”

Tang San shook his head: "I can call you Xiao Wu, but you can't call me Xiao San."

"Why?"

"Because I have double standards." Tang San blurted out, then coughed and said seriously, "Because I am more mature and not a child."

Xiao Wu: "······"

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