Meng Yiran Finds Wukong

"What!" Tang San was somewhat resentful. He was looked down upon and ridiculed.

In front of so many people.

"There are no useless spirits, only useless spirit masters. Although my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, it is still invincible in my hands!"

Tang San summoned the Blue Silver Grass he had just taken back, and the two spirit rings slowly floated up, as if he was about to fight with Meng Yiran.

"What nonsense..." Wukong rolled his eyes. Tang San always thought that what the master said was right.

Think about it, and you can understand it if you study it carefully. For example, who will win a fight between a Blue Silver Grass spirit master of more than 90 levels and a Seven Kill Sword spirit master of more than 90 levels?

Isn't this very obvious? Well, if the Seven Kill Sword restrains Blue Silver Grass, then what about the Azure Ivy?

The spirit of Zhilin Soul Douluo of Tiandu Royal Academy, the high-level plant spirit Azure Ivy, is several times more flexible than Blue Silver Grass.

And the premise is that the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master can cultivate to level 90.

Tang San can cultivate to level 90, in addition to his plug-in, his martial soul is not Blue Silver Grass at all, you Blue Silver Emperor initial form is certainly qualified to talk here.

And it also adds the ice and fire immunity of the Eight Anise Mysterious Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot Jiaoshu, it is no longer an ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

The Blue Silver Grass lineage has only produced a top-level plant martial soul like the Blue Silver Emperor. If the Red Flame Thorn Soul Master of the Botanical Academy had her martial soul, that lineage could have a plant-type soul beast similar to the Red Flame Thorn Emperor, which would definitely be stronger than the Blue Silver Emperor.

Blue Silver Grass is called the most useless plant-type martial soul. The ability of an ordinary Red Flame Thorn can crush more than half of Blue Silver Grass, not to mention the emperors of two races and bloodlines.

And the sword-using soul master in the second part of Douluo Continent, Ji Juechen, this guy's talent can be said to be better than Chen Xin. In the end, if the Iron Sword Martial Soul was not too useless, Ji Juechen would never stop there.

On the contrary, some very hardworking soul masters are restricted because their martial spirits are not strong enough, so there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters, which is completely bullshit!

It should be said that there are no useless soul masters, only useless martial spirits!

And your teacher, Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, does have some small accomplishments in martial spirits, but the Luo Sanpao martial spirit limits the master's ability.

Isn't it a slap in the face of your own master when you say this?

It can be seen from here that Tang San only thinks about himself, can't you control the overall situation?

Why didn't you think that your words would point the finger at Yu Xiaogang?

I don't believe that you only care about yourself.

"Okay, let's try it!"

"I want to see how strong your so-called blue silver grass can be."

Meng Yiran licked his lips, waved the snake staff in his hand, and two yellow soul rings on his body slowly floated up.

"Meng Yiran, level 30, second-ring Great Soul Master, spirit snake blade!"

Meng Yiran pointed the snake blade at Tang San and reported his spirit level and spirit.

"Tang San, level 29, second-ring Great Soul Master, spirit blue silver grass."

Tang San also reported his level and spirit.

Tang San was not afraid of Meng Yiran at all. Although there was only one level difference between level 29 and level 30, there was still a difference in spirit power.

However, the difference between a Great Soul Master and a Soul Master was the thousand-year spirit ring. Now Meng Yiran did not get the thousand-year spirit ring, and his data and strength were supposed to be at the same level as Tang San.

So Tang San was not afraid at all and was very eager to fight.

"Wukong, what do you think Tang San's winning rate is?" Zhu Zhuqing silently retreated to the back and went to talk to Wukong, who had his back to them.

Wukong did not turn his head, but put his hands behind his back, looking like he was sober when everyone else was drunk.

"One hundred percent winning rate..." Wukong said leisurely.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Tang San could indeed defeat Meng Yiran now.

Coincidentally, Meng Yiran heard what Wukong said.

Being looked down upon by a Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master, it was fine to challenge her, but now someone actually thought that this little Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master could beat her.

Meng Yiran was immediately furious. The attack from the previous group of people had already made Meng Yiran's emotions collapse.

Now Wukong said this again, Meng Yiran pointed the tip of the snake staff at Wukong, gritting her teeth and said: "Hey! What makes you say that?"

"My martial soul is much better than Blue Silver Grass in terms of quality, why do you say he has a 100% winning rate?"

Wukong paused, oh, it's over, I shouldn't have said it earlier.

"Uh, I'm just making a random comment, you guys continue, you guys continue..." Wukong rubbed his nose awkwardly, and his body still didn't turn back.

Seeing Wukong's attitude, Meng Yiran was so angry that she didn't want to fight Tang San anymore.

"You have been facing away from us since just now. Okay, I won't fight this Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master now!" Meng Yiran curled her lips and looked away from Tang San.

Originally, she thought that fighting with Tang San was bullying him, and she was afraid of being laughed at by others if she won. Now she finally has another person to vent her anger on.

"You! Turn around..." Meng Yiran said to Wukong in an imperative tone.

Wukong's face darkened. What he hid from came back. Wukong turned his body around and came to Meng Yiran in an instant.

This time, Wukong scared Meng Yiran, and Meng Yiran saw Wukong's face clearly.

His stern face has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but it also has a hint of tenderness and cuteness, half wolf, half puppy, and a little silly, mixed like this.

Wukong's face appeared, and with his sturdy body, Meng Yiran's face blushed.

She felt that she seemed to have lost her composure just now, and it was a bit... to talk to such a handsome guy like this.

"You~" Meng Yiran was a little shy, and she was just like a shrew just now.

The snake woman also noticed the change in Meng Yiran's expression, and sighed softly, it turned out that a girl can't be kept when she grows up!

Meng Yiran quickly regained consciousness, raised her head proudly and said to Wukong:

"I want to fight you!"

Shrek and his group looked at Meng Yiran in surprise.

Oscar was almost crying with joy, and teased Meng Yiran: "Are you sure you must fight him?"

"If not, let me fight you!"

The snake woman glared at Oscar, and he immediately lost his temper.

Meng Yiran ignored Oscar, because now she only had eyes for Wukong.

Tang San shook his head. It seemed that others did not look down on his spirit, and he was also crushed by Sun Wukong in terms of power.

"Looking at your figure, you must be a fighting spirit master. What level are you?"

Wukong saw that Meng Yiran had asked him, so he had to answer: "Not much, not much, just level 35."

"Level 35? Are you kidding!" Meng Yiran just stared at Wukong.

"Level 35!" The snake woman was also a little shocked. Why didn't Meng Yiran choose the blue silver grass spirit master, but chose this spirit master who looked very powerful?

"How old are you?" Meng Yiran began to be curious about Wukong's age. If he was older than her, maybe Meng Yiran could still bear it.

Wukong's height is now 1.8 meters, and it seems that it has not changed since he first entered the spirit hall.

From our perspective, Wukong seems to be older than her.

"12 years old, is it my body shape that makes you think I'm older than you?" Wukong put his hands behind his chest and looked at Meng Yiran with a half-smile.