Chapter 318:
Subei can only say: "Bitch brother, just speak well. I don't like to have too much physical contact with others."
The **** Li squeezed his nose and said, "Okay, I didn't expect my brother to have a cleanliness, haha."
"Let's go to the gate of the temple and have a look. It's a fairy flower. See if I can make one. If appropriate, I might be able to break through to the realm of the Soul King."
The **** Li looked forward to: "Maybe, we can still see His Royal Highness Subei. If we can see and see the heroic figure of His Royal Highness Subei, the true value of this trip will come. It is said that many people come here to see His Royal Highness Subei, but even He can't even see his clothes."
The **** Li eagerly said: "If you can touch His Royal Highness Subei, you would be willing to die!"
"Uh……"
Subei murmured in his heart: Then you...you can go and die willingly.
but……
"Brother slut, what's wrong with you, you want to touch a man, isn't it necessary?"
"Is necessary!"
The **** Li looked at Subei in surprise: "Brother Xiaosu, haven't you heard the legend of His Royal Highness Subei? He has a beautiful appearance and an invincible appearance. I can't imagine that beauty!"
"I heard that Bi Quanyuan, the first author recognized by the two empires, is writing a book based on His Royal Highness Subei, named "The God of Yan: From Being Forced to Marry by Goddess to Be Invincible". Hearing this name, you know that His Royal Highness Subei has How nice is it? The goddesses are vying to marry him!"
"Huh, huh?"
Now, it was Subei's turn to be surprised.
The source of this pen has been heard by Beibei since he was a child. It is said that he is also very handsome. He once fascinated the thousands of young girls in the Douluo world. After that, no one can see him, only he writes It was only spread in the arena when the book was written.
Unexpectedly, he was also fascinated by his face, and it was a great honor to start writing for himself.
Northern Jiangsu sighed for a while.
The entrance of Shenyan Temple.
A big stage is rising from the ground, and it is impossible for anyone to build such a gorgeous stage in these tens of minutes.
In fact, it is thanks to that as the first architect, he built a rather complicated structure in the Shenyan Temple underground, hiding the stage, defensive wall and so on.
Gongyi said the fairy flower thing again, standing on it solemnly said: "We will hold a soul master arena, the winner will get a fairy flower, but every sect, every organization, every Everyone, once they get a fairy flower, they can’t participate in other arena competitions."
"We divide the contestants into three arenas, with the 16-year-old and the 20-year-old as the boundary, divided into rookie arenas, elite arenas, and veteran arenas."
But it is clear that there are more seats in the rookie ring and the elite ring than in the old ring.
After all, the future belongs to young people.
Who wants to watch the old uncle fight with the old aunt? Everyone wants to see the younger sister blooming on stage, and it is best to wear a fishing net.
And the three arenas are almost enough. If there are more, it will be boring. If you don't watch them fight for a long time, the fairy will not be able to spend it all.
The rules of the game are also very simple.
1 pair of feet fall outside the ring, lose!
2 Convinced by the beat, be sealed lethal, lose!
3 admit defeat!
4 Soul power dries up, lose!
"By the way, remember to call our nanny, the kind that can resurrect the dead."
Subei wanted to start, so he told Gongyi.
It's normal for a fight to be a bit bumpy.
Either death or injury.
But...who is the nanny?
Chapter 173【Xiaowu Zhu Zhuqing vs. Four Subordinates of Haotianzong】
Twelve ring positions.
Three age groups competition.
Rewarded by fairy flowers and plants, it is no less than the allure of soul bone.
The **** Li picked his nose and said to Subei, "Hey, at my age, I can only participate in the veteran ring. They are all experienced soul masters. There must be many soul-sage-level powerhouses fighting each other. Counting on, alas, my soul king, when will I break through..."
The **** Li was sad, and then urged Subei: "Brother Xiaosu, you are only sixteen years old, and you have the strength of the soul sect..."
"Eh?"
The **** Li's eyes lit up: "My brother, your age is just within the limits of the rookie ring. If you underreport for a few months to go to the rookie ring to fight, you can definitely fight for the fairy flower!"
"Uh...I'm not interested..."
Su Bei said silently: "Let's watch the game quietly."
It's not bad to feel the lively atmosphere from the perspective of a passerby.
"do not!"
The **** Li said: "My brother, you are still young, and you don't know the role of fairy flowers. If you can absorb a suitable fairy flower, your realm can immediately prompt several levels, and your talent will also be improved, which is very rare."
"The most important thing is that absorbing immortal things like immortal flowers and plants will definitely make my younger brother's appearance and temperament better!"
The **** Li, with good intentions, made suggestions for Subei, and was more worried about his future than Subei himself: "Brother, you don't know, it is difficult for ugly people to marry wives. Fortunately, our spirit masters are high in status, and civilian wives can be found casually. But, in the soul master world, everyone still looks at their temperament."
"Married a commoner wife, her appearance is aging quickly, and she died at the age of sixty or seventy, but our life span starts in a hundred years, so are you willing to ask for an ordinary wife?"
"I have no chance in my life. It would be nice to find a man, but now you have a chance, brother, you can't give up!"
Li **** can be said to be polite.
I was stunned by all of Subei's words.
It makes sense!
Can I endure the decades of loneliness after my wife's death?
...
No, aren’t the three great pleasures of life being promotion, wealth, and death of a wife?
Thinking about it this way, as long as they have a thick-skinned face, the soul masters can change their wives every few years, a different novel experience, only the conscience can live it.