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"Do you have a good relationship with that little girl?"
As soon as Lin Meng took his eyes off Wang Qiu'er, Ma Xiaotao's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"No, she...is my sister-in-law." Lin Meng was stunned for a moment before replying.
After saying that, Lin Meng suddenly remembered something, looked at Ma Xiaotao and asked, "By the way, why do you want to be my referee?"
"Guess." Ma Xiaotao smiled slightly, but did not tell Lin Meng the answer.
As each challenge ends, night falls. In the dark night, the soul guide lamp lit a torch, illuminating the enthusiasm of thousands of people.
"Lin Meng! Lin Meng!"
This is unprecedented. They are witnessing history, and perhaps it is also a myth that will be passed down for a long time.
Lin Meng bowed his hands and thanked everyone, and then looked at the hostile opponents in front of him, as well as the students behind him who were different from the other inner courtyard disciples.
These are the opponents assigned to him by the academy! Judging from the introduction of the system panel, these people should represent the highest level of soul kings in this world.
Lin Meng's eyes were half-squinted, and there was something interesting, "Lin Meng, Wuhun Baiqi, a thirty-level control-type battle soul master."
"Ling Luochen, Wu Hun Bing, fifty-level control type war soul king." This is a beautiful woman with a cold face, as proud as a plum, with fair and translucent skin.
The fifty-level soul king is still such a beautiful beauty, and many people are instantly enthusiastic about her.
But the senior disciples of the outer courtyard who knew the inside story had a different view. They looked at the several students with high-spirited expressions standing not far away, with envy and disbelief in their eyes. It seemed that they did not expect that these guys from the inner courtyard could actually Will come here to challenge a new student.
"Game start."
The first soul ring on Ling Luochen's body quickly lit up, "Ice Staff."
The invisible ice element turned into a tangible staff, which greatly accelerated the use of her soul power and the release of her soul skills.
"The ice mist is cold." The fourth dark purple soul ring lit up at the same time, not giving Lin Meng a chance to breathe.
Ice blue mist overflowed from the top of the ice staff and instantly filled the entire venue, while Ling Luochen himself also disappeared into the venue.
Cold, and deeply tired, Lin Meng felt like his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.
Lin Meng's narrowed eyes opened again. Lin Meng didn't want to break into the ice mist, but wanted to see what else this person was capable of.
It really happened. I don't know when, several huge icicles condensed in the sky, and they suddenly fell down. Unfortunately, they were shattered by the thunder around Bai Qi before he could get close.
If he were only level 31, Bai Qi might not have neutralized Ling Luochen's attack so lightly.
Now, Lin Meng directly cheated and raised his level to level 40. With only one soul ring left, he could step into the Soul Sect at any time.
Although it cost more than 10,000 points, Lin Meng felt it was worth it because Ma Xiaotao had told him before the game started.
As long as he is willing to accept the challenge, the college can exchange the originally promised soul bone reward for a ten thousand-year thunder attribute soul bone that is most suitable for Lin Meng!
"This Lin Meng is nothing more than that. Ling Luochen can handle it alone." Among Ling Luochen's teammates under the ring, a thin man standing at the front said disdainfully, "Pack up and get ready to leave."
Some agreed, while others shook their heads, "We don't know exactly what Lin Meng's strength is. Since the academy asked us to come, there must be some reason for it, so we shouldn't be too arbitrary."
"Ling Luochen has used the fifth soul skill he just acquired. Do you think Lin Meng can still break the game?"
On the other side, there were several old men gathered on a high building somewhere, and they were also arguing about who lost and who won in the first game.
"Do you think this little guy is Ling Luochen's opponent? I asked him about the match between him and Xu Sanshi. Although Xu Sanshi lost embarrassingly, after all, there is still a gap between Soul Lord and Soul King. Where is the Soul Sect!"
"I think Ling Luochen will win this game."
"I don't think so. You should have all felt the sudden rise in aura on that little guy just now. This guy is definitely not just the thirty-level soul master he said!"
"Besides, we all know that Ling Yatou does not have powerful single-target attack soul skills. All her soul skills are to assist the entire audience."
The old man lying on the recliner at the front shook his head, "No need to guess, the winner has been determined. That little guy is hiding really deep."
"Level 40! I can't imagine how high this little guy's innate soul power must be! This little guy has been practicing for less than five years, and he has already reached level 40."
"Ten thousand years ago, Qian Renxue, the Angel God of the Spirit Empire, had an innate soul power of level 20. I wonder if this little guy's innate soul power is that high?"
"Ling Luochen loses!" The referee quickly came to the stage and blew away the little fog. Everyone saw the fair-skinned beauty, lying on the ground powerlessly, her whole skin turning purple.
The referee quickly checked Ling Luochen's physical condition. The more he checked, the more ugly his face became. Good guy, is this the kind of damage Soul Lord can cause? If this injury is not treated in time, it may become the root cause of the disease.
"Quick, get him down!" The referee gave the order, and someone immediately carried Ling Luochen down for treatment.
After his injuries and soul power had almost recovered, Ling Luochen woke up from his coma.
But she didn't understand. What was the sword that suddenly appeared in Lin Meng's hand?
If he had known that that guy was a twin martial soul, Ling Luochen wouldn't have dared to drag him down no matter what. She has a ten-thousand-year soul skill. Maybe once she uses it, the ending will be different.
No, the ending is still doomed, and the fifth soul skill, Prison of Ice, cannot defeat the opponent.
"What kind of monster did the college recruit this year?" Ling Luochen stood up from the ground with difficulty. Although her injuries had been cured, she now only felt a void in her body.
"But you won't feel so good next time!" Ling Luochen turned around and looked at his teammates, and a slender boy came out.
"Chen Zifeng, Wuhun Soul Chasing Sword, Level 54 Attack System Soul King."
He stood on the stage with a bit of embarrassment mixed with his confidence. He didn't expect that his majestic Soul King would have to deal with a Soul Lord with all his strength.
But there is nothing we can do. The elder has reminded him that this guy is a twin martial soul. Soul power is not as simple as the thirty-level level he said.
"Please." Lin Meng nodded slightly to Chen Zifeng.
As the game began, a rich red light suddenly rose from Chen Zifeng's body. It was not fire attribute soul power, but a pure blood red. The moment the red soul power appeared, Lin Meng felt that what was released from Chen Zifeng was the smell of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
