Chapter 8

When the elder announced the results, the surrounding audience reacted.

"Oh, I let people admit defeat by virtue of appearance."

"It's shameless. He actually takes advantage of girls' likes."

"Yes, even if he is a disciple of sword Douluo, he can't do this..."

“……”

The people who did not know the truth came to a specious conclusion, while those teenagers of the same age condemned them one after another.

I don't know whether they are really fighting against injustice or just jealous of Qin Jian's good looks

"I don't believe his opponents are all girls. When a male soul master comes on, he will beat him."

Guyue, who had just won a match on the sidelines, didn't look happy. What he wanted to see was Qin Jian beaten down.

As a result, in the second game, the opponent was still a girl

Soon, there was another little girl who fell in love at first sight

At this moment, the public was even more angry. The teenagers gnashed their teeth and wanted to punch him in the face.

The third scene, live up to expectations, and finally come up with a teenager.

"Su Jiang, level 9 warrior, Wu soul, earth wolf, Qin sword, watch the fight!"

He rushed up without saying a word. A group of teenagers below were so excited that they wanted to see Qin Jian taught a lesson.

But Qin Jian just smiled, then looked straight at Su Jiang, and a ray of pink sword gas flashed in his eyes.

"You... Go down..."

He still said so casually.

But let the audience scoff for many years: "he thought his opponent was a girl!"

But the next moment, the scene that surprised everyone's chin appeared again.

I saw that Su Jiang's speed decreased quickly, and finally stopped in front of Qin Jian. Then he turned silently and walked off the stage

There was silence.

"Hey, Su Jiang, why did you come down directly?" finally a young hostage asked.

Su Jiang shook his head and said in some confusion, "I don't know... Just suddenly there is no hostility to him..."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Silently affect the opponent's heart. What a terrible soul skill..."

Gu Douluo looked a little solemn: "old sword, you disciple has a bright future."

Ning Fengzhi also said: "this soul skill is not defenseless. I finally noticed the fluctuation of soul power just now. It should be because the opponent is not the opposite sex... However, uncle Jian, he hasn't shown attack power up to now. He's not like your disciple."

Sword Douluo smiled rarely: "Lord, just wait and see."

In the next competition, everyone paid attention to Qin Jian, but he was quite speechless.

Because no matter men or women, as long as they meet Qin Jian, that is the result of their own fate.

This is a man and woman killing

Until the last game, the competition between Qin Jian and Guyue.

"The final, the two sides, Qin Jian, Guyue."

Before the master's words fell, Ning Rongrong shouted, "Qin Jian, come on! We must win!"

But her move was like frying pan, and the teenagers around the whole venue were angry.

"Guyue, come on! Guyue, come on!"

"Beat him down. We think you're the boss!"

"Yes, don't counselle! Don't come down by yourself!"

“……”

The crowd was so excited that the elders and leaders around could not laugh or cry.

No one thought Qin Jian would commit public anger. Even Ning Rongrong was startled by this posture.

"Old man Jian, if Qin Jian does his old skill again and let Guyue lose like this, he will not be able to mix with the younger generation of zongmen in the future..." gudouluo shook his head.

"His battle should not continue like that, I guess..." sword Douluo said uncertainly.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Qin Jian and said curiously, "without the soul skill, it should be impossible to surpass the Guyue of level 15 with his soul power of level 11 alone."

"Level 11?"

Gu Douluo was surprised: "has he finally promoted level 1?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "yes, it seems to have been promoted a few days ago."

"Let's see..."

Sword Douluo's eyes looked forward to the field.

He really wants to know what level of soul power Qin Jian is at present. Looking at Ning Rongrong's performance, it's at least... Level 12?

In the field.

Gu Yue pinched his fists and looked at Qin Jian. He shouted coldly, "you don't want to defeat me like that!"

"Guyue, level 16 Defense Department war soul division, martial soul, bone dragon!"

"He's 16?"

Ning Fengzhi was surprised and said, "it's not a few months since the last promotion. This little guy has a very high talent."

Gu Douluo nodded complacently and said, "he practices very hard."

Hum.

In the field, a yellow Soul Ring rose at the foot of Guyue, which made another uproar under the field.

After all, the first Soul Ring of most soul masters is in Grade 10. The Centennial level will exceed the limit that many people's bodies can absorb. Only talented soul masters can absorb Centennial soul rings, and Guyue is obviously among them.

"Xiaogu is a defensive soul master. His physical quality is much stronger, so he has absorbed a soul ring of 300 years."

Gu Douluo said proudly, then looked at Jian Douluo and said, "old Jian, just don't know how many levels the first Soul Ring of Qin Jian is?"

The sword Douluo held his arms in his hands and said coldly, "just look at it."

The ancient Yue has finished the Soul Ring martial soul in the field. Everyone looks at Qin Jian. I don't know if he still wants to say: "go down..."

Then they'll spit blood

Fortunately, Qin Jian didn't disappoint them. Facing the ancient Yue, he said seriously, "I've never fought with you well. This time I give you respect."

Hum.

A golden Soul Ring rose from his feet.

There was silence.

"This color is the purest Centennial Soul Ring..."

Gudouluo's face changed: "old man Jian, how many years is the first Soul Ring of your disciple? It doesn't look like one or two hundred years."

"Hey, old bone, Jianer's soul ring has reached the limit he can accept..."

On the wooden face of sword Douluo, an irrepressible color of satisfaction emerged: "this is the Soul Ring of 900 years!"

"900 years?!"

Ning Fengzhi and gudouluo were shocked and got up at the same time.

"How is it possible?! no one can have such physical strength at the age of eight or nine!"

The incredible appearance of bone Douluo made sword Douluo feel very happy.

He said in his heart, "no one can reach it, but the sword is not a man. It's a million years of soul and beast transformation!"

In the field.

Qin Jian ignored the noise around him. He just looked at the ancient Yue with the same shocked face opposite, and then said in a loud voice: "Qin Jian, level 14, strong attack, war soul division, martial soul, love sword!"

"What... What?!"

Ning Fengzhi, who had just sat down, stood up again: "level 10... Level 14?!"

Did gudouluo react immediately: "Lord, what level did you just say he was a few days ago?"

Ning Feng made his face twitch: "a few days ago, he just reached level 11..."