Man Ling'er, ranked first in the last soul ranking. Her identity is unknown among the countless students in the inner courtyard. He came to the inner courtyard relatively late, but he ranked first on the soul list. As a result, no one among the students in the inner courtyard dared to provoke the fighting spirit.
Ranked above Xue Kun and Han Fei on the soul list, it is such a cute little girl who ranks first on the soul list.
The students were whispering to each other, and when most of the participating students saw Man Ling'er entering, an unnatural look appeared on their faces.
Most of the students had a look of panic on their faces.
Man Ling'er ignored the looks of the frightened students and chewed the elixir that Ye Duoduo had refined for her. She looked leisurely and contented, without any sense of urgency like the soul fighting competition.
Two years ago, the inner academy students and those who fought with them have now graduated and left the academy.
As time passed, her appearance as a little girl remained unchanged, and she became the longest-serving student in the academy.
"Oh, this student is a little weird?"
The original soul power was activated almost strangely, and only then did we know the origin of Man Ling'er's name.
Xue Kun and Han Fei are fighting for their souls, how can their souls win?
This little girl ranks at the top of the soul list, which is beyond common sense.
"Cough, cough cough——"
A few faint coughs, containing rich soul energy, filled the soul fighting arena, and the whispers gradually became lower.
After a while, it dissipated.
One after another, they looked at the old man in black robe in the middle of the high platform. The identity of the Great Elder Wangyou was unquestionable and full of awe and respect.
In the inner courtyard, the only person above the level of soul power and power is the mysterious dean. That is a right that is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. Ordinary elders meet with deep respect, let alone the students in the academy.
"Hehehehe——"
"Every student, now that we are all here, the soul ranking competition is about to begin!"
The great elder Wangyou gave a faint smile.
"Before the start of the soul ranking competition, on behalf of the academy, I will publicize the regulations. The atmosphere in the inner courtyard is clear, but Wangyou still hopes that all students will not soul-injure or destroy other students during the soul battle."
"This is the Sunshine Soul Power Academy, where you practice your soul power. It is not a weak area or a dark place. That kind of place that eats people without spitting out their bones cannot be brought to a soul fighting competition."
"Fighting souls inevitably leads to soul defeat and soul injury. The bloody taste of soul fighting is to temper the will of each student. You can only learn martial arts from each other in the soul fighting. You cannot hurt or destroy other students' souls. Therefore, this elder announced , fight for the soul, and have a measure at the right time. Don’t destroy the students with their souls. You must have a sense of proportion.”
"yes--"
Grand Elder Wangyou announced the ban, and all the students agreed.
Only the top ten on the soul list remain noncommittal. In this soul ranking event and soul fighting, we can go all out.
Grand Elder Wang You's eyes saw a bullying attitude on the faces of some participating students, and he could only shake his head helplessly.
The atmosphere in the inner courtyard has gradually been lost. Some rookie students who were enthusiastic about fighting souls have become prairie wolves with rich experience in fighting souls. It may be difficult to curb their ferocious wildness.
"The rules of the competition are to draw lots."
The great elder Wangyou didn't talk nonsense and spoke in a deep voice.
The robe was waved, and a piece of red cloth fell down in front of the top fifty students on the last soul list. A large red wooden barrel, sealed. The bucket contains many wooden sticks.
"This wooden barrel has twenty-five green wooden sticks and twenty-five red wooden sticks. From one to twenty-five. All students who draw lots will get one lot. Students who stir up the spirit of fighting will also get one lot. One lot, if it is twelve lots, the student who provokes the fighting spirit also has twelve lots."
Grand Elder Wangyou announced the lottery rules.
The rules for drawing lots are not complicated and can be easily understood by participating students.
"Okay, the drawing begins."
One by one, the participating students walked to the platform in an orderly manner.
After each student drew the wooden lot, he reported the number of his lot and recorded it on the record before exiting the platform.
Ye Duoduo didn't rush to draw lots, he just stood still.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed.
His eyes turned to the back, just in time to look at a pair of complaining and angry eyes. Judging from his appearance, he seems to be holding a grudge.
This student is just not convinced. I think that the spirit fighting in the competition is different from the fighting spirit in the outside world. The fighting spirit in the outside world has been defeated and injured and is taking elixirs. In illegal competitions, the Soul Gathering Pill cannot surpass Baoling Xuan Dan.
Zhong Wa looked at Ye Duoduo's gaze, her face trembled, she strode forward, came to the platform, groped for a while, and finally got a red wooden stick, her voice became dull.
"Zhongwa, red wooden sign, signed number fifteen."
Zhong Wa stepped aside and continued to look at Ye Duoduo with vicious and angry eyes, with only vicious curse words in her heart.
"Fighting souls, soul damage, soul destruction, let you draw the best wooden lot, just like Xue Kun!"
Ye Duoduo ignored Zhong Wa's curse and just walked slowly towards the platform. I drew a green wooden stick. He glanced around and was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth.
"Ye Duoduo, green wooden sign, signed number fifteen."
Ye Duoduo laughed softly.
Looking at Zhong Wa's face, a kind of stiffness appeared. After the stiffness passed, his face turned pale for a moment.
Zhong Wa is not Ye Duoduo's opponent. Previously, her soul was defeated and injured, and in the Soul Ranking Competition, she was finally defeated and injured at the hands of Ye Duoduo.
Zhong Wa did not want to admit that his soul was defeated or hurt, so he always attributed his soul defeat and hurt to the fact that the Soul Gathering Pill was not as good as the Baolingxuan Pill.
The fear in my heart flashed for a moment, but I didn't admit it in my mouth. In my heart, I was really afraid of Ye Duoduo provoking the fighting spirit.
Zhong Wa clenched her hands and answered, seeing a playful smile hanging on the corner of Ye Duoduo's mouth. His face twitched and his eyes lowered.
To fight for the soul, you can only fight with all your might. The rich soul energy like a hungry wolf rose for a time.
"This damn baby, one soul defeat and soul injury is not enough for me. The soul ranking competition will not escape your opportunity to provoke a soul fight."
Ye Duoduo's dull eyes looked at Zhong Wa with his head lowered and playing with the wooden pick in his hand, and he didn't worry too much.
Believe it or not, even Zhongwa, who has just advanced to the fourth round of soul rings, or has just entered the soul power level of a demon spiritual master, can be defeated and harmed by her soul. Today's soul power level has been raised to level thirty-seven, which increases soul power by twelve levels. She is still worried that her soul will be defeated and her soul will not be able to harm Zhong Wa.
Fighting for the soul will definitely defeat your soul, hurt your soul, and make you exhausted.
After Ye Duoduo, students started to draw lots one after another. A student whose vowels provoke a soul fight, a demon master who ranks among the top 43 on the soul list and has a level 28 soul.
Such a magician is not the last one. Yuan Yin is also a magician who has just advanced to the fourth round of soul rings. In the soul battle, he can still win with his soul even if he goes all out.
"Hehehehe——"
Vowel looked like he was grinning. It seemed that he had drawn a good fortune.
The last participating student drew the last wooden lot in full view of everyone.
In the soul fighting field, the students corresponding to each other were one-on-one, two-on-two, and finally twelve against twelve, with an empty wooden stick.
