Teng, and Spirit King Dai Yun'er. 。The Eight Great Heavenly Kings have all arrived. 。On the side of the Slayers Team>>> 。The first seat was still empty, then followed by Gu Yue, Ye Xinglan, Yuan En Y...Xie Xie was very indignant!

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If he lost to him for the first time, it was because of his own carelessness. Then, this second time It was a completely inexplicable loss. He didn't even know how he lost. He even patted Tang Wulin's shoulder, but the tear in his clothes remained, yet the wound was gone.

He must have secrets! There's definitely something he's hiding.

"What's with that golden light" Xie Xian adjusted himself, his voice finally clear.

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"Gold light The gold light is my soul essence!" A flash of light appeared in Tang Wulin's hand, and the golden earth-yellow snake emerged from his palm.

"It's the golden light emanating from your body!" Xie Xun roared with anger. This guy wasn't just insulting his body, but also his intelligence! How could he stand for such disrespect!

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Tang Wulin chuckled wryly, "I don't know either. Believe me or not"

Xie Xie let out a cold snort, expressing his stance.

Back in the dorm, Yun and Zhou Changxi stared dumbfounded as Tang Wulin carefully carried Xie Xie down from his back and placed him on the bottom bunk.

Zhou Changxi said frankly, "He wants to beat you, and you still bring him back"

Xie Xian's high, swollen cheeks clearly showed the outcome of the fight.

During the morning introductions, wasn't this guy an 18th-level Soul Master

"Someone paid for it!" Tang Wulin casually replied, then eagerly asked Yun, "Is dinner time over yet"

Yun looked at the time, “Not yet, but it will be soon.”

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The next moment, he saw a boy as swift as the wind. Tang Wulin vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you lost again" Zhou Changxi asked Xie Xie.

Xie Xie glared at him fiercely, "It was just a momentary lapse of concentration. Next time, I will definitely win!" As he said this, he struggled to get up from the bed. With his face swollen like that, there was no way he could just ignore it and not seek treatment.

Don't get disfigured, don't get disfigured, don't get disfigured, important things three times.

When Tang Wulin went to the counter to get his sixteenth bowl of noodles, the head chef couldn't help but ask, "Student, are you deliberately arriving late because you're afraid of being seen We're all about to clock out."

Tang Wulin lowered his head a little shyly, "Sorry, Chef Uncle, I'm late today. It won't happen again. Then I'll have one more bowl, and that's it."

The chef chuckled, "Eating's no problem. The academy's C-tier meals are free and unlimited. But how much can you really eat"

Tang Wulin rubbed his stomach. He hadn't eaten lunch, and he was especially hungry today. "I should still be able to eat quite a bit," he thought.

The chef said, “It’s good that you’re here late. There’s still some leftover from the lunch service. No one bought it anyway, so have it all. It’ll save it from going to waste.”

A large bowl of noodles, with half a pot of braised meat on top, was served to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin had no resistance to food. After thanking the chef, he began to eat with gusto. The dish, which was unknown what kind of meat it was stewed from, was very chewy and tasted average at best. But after finishing it, his stomach felt warm and cozy, and the physical exertion he had expended seemed to recover much faster.

Since Course B is so good, how about Course A

Tang Wulin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and glanced at the window of the first-class restaurant, but he quickly shook his head. That was definitely not something he could afford to eat.

I'll wait until after I get a job from the Blacksmith's Association and see if I can earn some more money. The only problem is, that money will have to be saved up hard to buy a soul spirit.

A hundred thousand Federation coins could buy a yellow century soul, that was his goal. After earning ten thousand from the blacksmiths' association, Tang Wulin set his sights on a century soul.

Back in the dorm, Xie Xie wasn't there. Tang Wulin didn't pay much attention to this. Although that guy was arrogant and flamboyant, he wasn't too over the top. The fact that he chose the hilt of his sword as his first attack in the last round of the competition showed that.

The clouds had already begun to meditate, but Zhou Changxi was still not. Seeing him come back, he immediately poked his head out from the top bunk, "Tang Wulin, Xie Xie that guy isn't an 18th-level Soul Master, is he How did you beat him" He felt more and more curious about this roommate whose power seemed to be above him.

Tang Wulin said helplessly: "Actually, I don't know either."

He really didn't know how the scales on his body came about. After waking up from the coma, his body had fully recovered to normal, but no matter what method he used, he couldn't bring back those scales again. He only vaguely remembered that at the time, his whole body was very hot, and then his right arm, covered in scales, was filled with violent power, even his mind was a little fuzzy, and he felt a bit out of control of his body. There were even signs of rage.

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If he doesn't have enough willpower, someone is in danger.

But what exactly was that golden scale Could it really be a result of the martial soul's mutation Was Grass Snake Golden Light not a useless spirit, but something extraordinary

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything formidable about the golden light!

Where does that golden scale come from Could it only appear when one is injured

Tang Wulin took out a sewing needle from his own supplies and pricked himself.

It hurts! A drop of blood flows out, and a sharp pain shoots through me.

So what...

The carp scales didn't appear.

He was a little skeptical. Could it be that he hadn't staked it deep enough He'd try again.

So what...

Still nothing is working.

Find your zen!

Concentrating deeply, he circulated his soul power, searching for that strange heat. He had only learned the most basic meditation techniques, and the path of soul power circulation was very simple. Soon, a full circle had been completed, but there was still no sign of anything.

Everything is as usual, and the cultivation is no different from usual.

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This is really strange! Tang Wulin summoned the Grass Serpent Golden Light again, looking at it over and over. But no matter how he looked at it, this creature, which didn't seem to have any energy fluctuations, didn't look like it could give him such powerful strength.

Morning.

When Tang Wulin finished meditating, he saw Xie Xie meditating across from him. He didn't know when he came back. The swelling on his face had subsided a lot, but his complexion was still rather unpleasant. It wasn't clear if it was from being beaten or from being angered.

Paying for a beating is never pleasant...

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Please collect and recommend.he Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring that had been rising from the body of the Fire Monkey King had dissipated due to the passage of time. 。Undoubtedly, this soul ring is wasted. 。But there's no way around...