Chapter 55: Digging a hole for yourself
"Simple, follow the rules of the soul master world." Muchen replied.
"The rules of the soul master world?" The snake woman was delighted and responded: "Okay, let's follow the rules of the soul master world!"
"The rules of the soul master world?" Zhao Wuji and the soul master world were out of touch, and asked in confusion: "What rules?"
"Naturally, let your disciple who needs a soul ring compete with my granddaughter. The loser gives up the soul ring, and the winner gets the soul ring. Afterwards, you must accept the loss and not have any complaints." Before Muchen answered, the snake woman answered Chao Tianxiang first.
Meng Yiran has a soul power of level 30, and has been personally guided by the snake woman and Long Gong. In the heart of the snake woman, she has great confidence in her granddaughter.
"That won't do!" Zhao Wuji refused.
"Zhao Wuji, I have already made concessions, and the conditions were proposed by your people. What else do you want? Do you want to bully my old man because he is not here?" The snake woman said coldly.
"You misunderstood. My student who needs a soul ring is a student of the food department." Zhao Wuji explained.
"What? Food department?" The snake woman frowned and looked at Oscar in surprise.
"Yes, you can't let a soul master of the food department compete with a soul master of the strong attack department, right?" Zhao Wuji said.
"Teacher Zhao, I can do it." Oscar said anxiously.
"Shut up." Zhao Wuji glared at Oscar.
These days, Oscar has indeed been training under Muchen's training method, and Zhao Wuji has personally taken action to strengthen his body. However, Oscar only obtained Muchen's Baji Beng yesterday. Now he is competing for the Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake, a rare thousand-year-old snake soul beast, and there can be no chaos.
Zhao Wuji does not have much confidence in Oscar.
"Then what do you want?" The snake woman asked.
"How about having one of my students present take action on his behalf?" Zhao Wuji suggested.
Hearing this, the snake woman's eyes moved in the eyes of the Shrek Eight Devils. They were all young, and they were probably at the level of a great soul master at most.
Thinking of this, the snake woman nodded and said, "Okay, you can send anyone to fight on his behalf and compete with me Yiran!"
"Okay, it's decided happily. Muchen, you go!" Zhao Wuji raised the corner of his mouth and his eyes fell on Muchen.
"Me?" Muchen was surprised.
"Yes, you came up with the idea. If you don't go, who will?" Zhao Wuji said proudly.
On the other side, Oscar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. If Muchen could fight on his behalf, his soul ring would definitely not fly.
"Okay. Am I digging a hole for myself?" Muchen pouted, but he was very proud in his heart. Finally, he can replace Tang San and compete with Meng Yiran.
"Senior, is this okay?" Zhao Wuji asked with pride, but his face was calm.
Zhao Wuji is not stupid. If he really waits until the Dragon Lord appears and the Golden Iron Triangle is not here, things will be troublesome.
The snake woman looked at her granddaughter Meng Yiran. Meng Yiran looked at Muchen for a while and was moved by the latter's handsome appearance. In addition, he was about the same age as her, and she was confident that she could defeat the peer in front of her. Immediately, Meng Yiran nodded slightly.
"Okay, it's decided." The snake woman responded.
"Meng Yiran, Wuhun Snake Staff, Level 30 Second Ring Battle Soul Master, please teach me." Meng Yiran introduced herself with a slight smile on her lips.
"Mu Chen, Wuhun Chaos Sword, Level 39 Third Ring Battle Soul Master." Much Chen introduced himself.
"What, Level 39?"
"Three Ring Battle Soul Master?"
The snake woman and Meng Yiran opened their eyes wide. Muchen seemed to be one or two years younger than Meng Yiran, but the former's cultivation was eight levels lower than the latter.
"This won't work." The snake woman said anxiously.
"Why is it not working again?" Muchen asked.
"One is a level 30 second-ring battle soul master, and the other is a level 39 third-ring battle soul master. This is not fair at all." The snake woman protested.
"You said that you would randomly choose one person from my students. Old senior, you are highly respected in the soul master world, and you can't do anything that will affect your reputation." Zhao Wuji said proudly in his heart.
"Unfair is unfair. If you want to compete, then send out a second-ring great soul master." The snake woman said coldly.
"Old senior, do you think it's unfair?" Muchen asked.
"Yes." The snake woman replied.
"Well, I will make this competition unfair. I won't use my martial soul. As long as your granddaughter can force me to use my martial soul, we will lose this competition. If I can defeat your granddaughter without using my martial soul, we will win. How about it?" Muchen suggested.
"Are you sure?" The snake woman asked with a mocking look in her eyes.
"I'm sure." Muchen replied confidently.
The snake woman did not answer immediately, but looked Muchen up and down. The young man in front of him, at such a young age, actually has a soul power of level 39. His future achievements are limitless.
Moreover, the young man in front of him has a very confident look in his eyes, as if he has something to rely on.
The snake woman is not stupid. If the young man with such abnormal talent is not arrogant, then he must have a trump card to win.
The snake woman Chao Tianxiang hesitated.
"Grandma!" Meng Yiran called anxiously.
"Okay."
The snake woman Chao Tianxiang finally compromised, and Meng Yiran's eyes were also full of confidence. She said: "We have decided. Yiran, this time we are going to compete, but don't hurt his life."
"Okay, grandma." Meng Yiran nodded.
"Please." Mu Chen's mind moved, and his pupils turned blood red, with three magatama of the same size.
Swoosh
A ray of light shone from the snake-headed scepter in Meng Yiran's hand. Immediately, the whole person soared into the air, and the snake-headed scepter in his hand fell towards Mu Chen.
"The action is very big, and the back door is wide open. Is this what your teacher taught you?" Mu Chen commented.
"Disappeared?" Meng Yiran was shocked.
Mu Chen's voice just sounded, and Meng Yiran's snake-headed scepter fell into the air. Then, a gust of wind came from Meng Yiran's back.
"Behind? His speed is so fast?"
Meng Yiran was shocked.
"This competition ends here." Mu Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and he had to complete another task.
"Boss Mu, he...?"
"He...?"
"He...?"
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, especially the first two, looked at Mu Chen with strange hand seals in surprise. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong moved their hands to their hips subconsciously, and mourned for Meng Yiran in their hearts for a second.
Secret Technique·Thousand Years Kill
"Ah!"
Meng Yiran's eyes widened, and a soul-stirring voice came from her mouth. The pain in her hips made her fly up.
All this was done in a flash.
At the same time, the system's voice sounded in Muchen's mind.
"Ding Dong!"
"Congratulations, you have completed the E-level hidden mission, fought for Oscar, and defeated Meng Yiran who wanted to snatch the soul ring with the Thousand Years Kill. Obtained skill points: 1 point, rewarded soul power: 10,000 points, rewarded items: sleeve arrows (10), obtained combat skills: Fire Style·Great Fireball Technique."
