Tang San frowned and said in a low voice:
"Teacher, my second soul skill is called Death Entanglement."
"Death Entanglement?!"
Yu Xiaogang chewed on the words for a moment, and then, the light in his single eye brightened.
Just hearing the name of this soul skill, he knew it was terrifyingly strong.
"Good, good!"
"Xiao San, quickly let your teacher see just how your second soul skill works!"
Yu Xiaogang urged impatiently.
Tang San, however, looked troubled and hesitated slightly, but still decided to show Yu Xiaogang.
Perhaps the teacher could tell him where the problem lay?
"Teacher, look."
Hearing Tang San's reminder, Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Xiao San, your teacher is watching."
"Huff~"
Tang San let out a long breath.
Under Yu Xiaogang's strange gaze, he slowly inhaled again.
His cheeks puffed out.
The second soul ring flashed rapidly.
"Ribbit!"
A strange frog croak deafened everyone.
A strand of Blue Silver Grass covered in saliva made Yu Xiaogang's eyes go dark.
He stared dumbfounded at Tang San's appearance.
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"Ah ha... Ugh!"
Not far away.
The little rabbit leaning against Ling Yuan was about to burst out laughing.
Even though Ling Yuan covered her little mouth in time, Xiao Wu was still trembling all over.
Her little face was flushed red.
She couldn't stop laughing.
Spirit Vulture Douluo was also trying hard not to laugh.
But she was very measured, biting her silver teeth tightly, her cheeks aching.
A few tears squeezed out of her bright, beautiful eyes.
Qian Renxue's face was also full of strangeness.
He glanced back at the two women, infected by their laughter.
His handsome and upright face gradually broke into a smile.
The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth turned up.
He couldn't help himself, raised his hand to cover his face, and turned back to look at Tang San.
He didn't expect the Crispy Frog's effect to be so great!
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When Tang San activated his second soul skill.
His cheeks suddenly swelled, and his face was covered with some bumps.
Then he opened his mouth and spat.
A strand of Blue Silver Grass covered in saliva was spat out by him.
It quickly wrapped around the small sapling in front of him.
He pulled on it like that.
But he couldn't even pull up a small sapling.
"Mmm... Teacher?"
Tang San, with the Blue Silver Grass in his mouth, looked up at Yu Xiaogang in confusion.
"How could this be? How could it be like this?"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand, but he also felt that there was some rationality to it.
He hurriedly straightened his mind and lowered his eyes, saying:
"Xiao San, what else does your second soul skill have besides the entanglement ability?"
"Is there any poison? Any toughness or anything like that..."
"Crack!"
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking.
Tang San easily bit off the Blue Silver Grass in his mouth.
Yu Xiaogang's expression froze, and a sense of horror arose in his heart.
Tang San's face was unsightly.
He reached out and picked up the Blue Silver Grass he had spat out.
He said bitterly, "Teacher, apart from the entanglement ability, the increase in toughness of my Blue Silver Grass is minimal, as for toxicity..."
Tang San was silent for a moment before slowly saying:
"There is none at all!"
"How could this be?!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe it at all.
He bent down and picked up the Blue Silver Grass on the ground, breaking it apart a few times.
"How could this be?!"
"This is a seven-hundred-year-old soul beast, a seven-hundred-year-old Poison Dart Frog!"
Yu Xiaogang ignored the saliva on it.
He even tore at it... as if trying to unearth the hidden abilities of the Blue Silver Grass.
Tang San was also puzzled.
He wanted to suspect that there was a problem with the soul ring, but the soul ring was yellow!
He had looked at it many times, it was yellow!
Tang San raised his eyes to look at Yu Xiaogang, and guessed in a low voice:
"Teacher, could it be..."
"Could it be that plant-type martial souls and animal soul beasts are actually not compatible?"
As soon as Tang San finished speaking.
Yu Xiaogang raised his head sharply with red eyes.
Saliva splashed everywhere!
"No! Impossible! My martial soul mimicry theory is definitely feasible!"
"It's definitely not a problem with my theory!"
Yu Xiaogang's words were firm and decisive.
His theory couldn't possibly be wrong, he was the strongest theorist in the soul master world!
Tang San said with a sullen face and patience:
"But teacher, the facts are right in front of us!"
"This is not a fact, it's all fake!"
Yu Xiaogang found it hard to accept.
His eyes turned red, and he suddenly turned his head, pointing at the Poison Dart Frog lying on the ground.
He roared like a madman:
"If you have to say there's a problem, then it's definitely a problem with this soul beast!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Yu Xiaogang's left eye, covered with bloodshot veins, almost popped out.
Tang San's face instantly turned ugly.
He wasn't blind.
Just as he was about to say something, Yu Xiaogang's loud laughter suddenly rang in his ears.
"Haha, I knew it, I knew it..."
Yu Xiaogang pointed at the frog, turned his head to look at Tang San, his face full of joy.
He shouted loudly:
"Xiao San, look, look!"
"This is not a seven-hundred-year-old Poison Dart Frog at all, this soul beast is a ten-year-old Crispy Frog!"
"Teacher..."
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was somewhat crazy, and felt extremely annoyed in his heart.
He only felt that Yu Xiaogang had gone mad.
He looked over perfunctorily.
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Tang San's expression was dull, purple light burst out in his eyes, and he rubbed his eyes frantically.
He let out an unbelievable voice.
"How could it be? How could it be a Crispy Frog?!"
"What we just saw was clearly a seven-hundred-year-old Poison Dart Frog!"
Hearing Tang San's voice.
Yu Xiaogang laughed triumphantly:
"Haha... it's just a ten-year-old Crispy Frog, my theory is not wrong!"
"Teacher!"
Tang San's face turned black, and he shouted angrily.
The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze, he came back to his senses, and looked like he had seen a ghost.
He looked at the fallen Crispy Frog.
"That's right! Xiao San, what we saw just now was clearly a seven-hundred-year-old Poison Dart Frog!"
"Your soul ring was clearly yellow..."
As he spoke.
Yu Xiaogang turned around and leaned over to look at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand.
His somewhat pale face turned even paler.
He opened his mouth wide, speechless.
Tang San stared at the Blue Silver Grass martial soul in his hand with a gloomy face.
"Why? What exactly is going on?"
The one white and one yellow soul ring in his hand.
Had actually turned into two white rings!
Tang San suddenly raised his head and consulted the theoretical authority, Yu Xiaogang:
"Teacher, why is this happening?!"
Yu Xiaogang's heart was ashen.
Looking at the Crispy Frog on the ground, his heart was already filled with fear.
He guessed painfully:
"Xiao San, perhaps we have encountered a mutated soul beast. That Crispy Frog has a different kind of camouflage ability..."
"Mutated soul beast?"
Tang San muttered to himself.
He could understand soul beast mutation, after all, martial souls could also mutate.
But something still felt wrong.
He raised his head and continued to ask:
"Teacher, I understand the reasoning. But when a soul beast mutates, does its soul ring color also change?"
Yu Xiaogang was rendered speechless by Tang San's question.
He said uncertainly: "Perhaps this is also a special feature of that Crispy Frog..."
"Special feature?"
Tang San looked at the Crispy Frog, his eyes turning black
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When the real world was revealed.
Qian Renxue had already enveloped him and the two women with the Evil God's Heart.
Ling Yuan's laughter was still elegant.
But the little rabbit was laughing heartily.
"Haha... Tang Xiao San has turned into a big toad! Haha..."
"So ugly and disgusting..."
I wish you all a happy life!
