Douluo: Don’t be a licker

"Hello, my name is Hong Ying, may I ask who you are?"

Hongying greeted politely.

"Zhu Zhuqing!"

Facing the enthusiasm of this muscular girl, she behaved very flatly.

Very much in line with her usual style.

"Hey, this year is a bit unusual. Four people want to go to the second floor at once."

Fudo Ming Wang, the dwarf Zhao Wuji walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

Because I was really too short, my pace was a little slower.

Therefore, he walked not much faster than a snail.

It is estimated that the rabbit that lost the tortoise and the hare was reincarnated.

"Deputy dean, they will leave it to you. There are still many registration matters waiting for me to deal with, so I will leave first."

Zhao Wou-ki waved his hand, and the teacher turned and left.

"Guys, let me introduce myself first!"

"Let me see who are the people who want to go to the second floor."

"After the introduction, you first get to know and get familiar with each other."

"The first assessment item for you today is to join hands and survive under my hands for an incense stick of time."

"Little guys, I won't show mercy!"

"From now on, you have a stick of incense to prepare."

Suddenly a stick of incense flew out of Zhao Wuji's hand and was firmly planted in the middle of the playground.

The stick of incense was made of ordinary wood.

At this moment, it was tremblingly inserted into the bricks and stones on the floor.

Wood wears stone!

All four of them were shocked by this scene.

What a powerful force!

Zhao Wuji stopped talking to the others and went straight to the bench beside him to sit down and relax.

Bullying a group of little dolls, pressure?

nonexistent!

"I'll go first!" A little girl dressed in pink stood up first.

A pouch with bunny ears is tied around the waist.

The long black hair is as smooth as rain and combed into a neat scorpion braid.

The braid hangs down past her calves.

Wearing a pink dress, it tightly covered her figure that had begun to grow.

The slender waist is full of grip.

"My name is Xiao Wu, Dancing Wu."

"My martial spirit is the Soft Bone Rabbit."

"Level 55 Soul King."

"Please advise!"

click!

Zhao Wuji felt that one of his teeth had been broken.

Level 55?

Did I hear correctly!

When I, Old Zhao, were at their age, I was only in my twenties, right?

Zhao Wou-ki swallowed, for some reason, a chill came down his back.

Ning Rongrong took a step forward.

Her hair, chest, bracelets, and accessories around her waist all reflect her lofty status and the prominence of her family.

The accessories are not complicated, and the sporadic embellishments are just right.

The long tail braid shape, the design of the dress and the short skirt with the lace edge make her reveal a kind of pampered little princess temperament.

There is a sense of superiority and distance, but without losing the cuteness of peers.

"My name is Ning Rongrong."

"My martial soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

When she talked about her martial arts, she looked proud.

"Level 2, 2, 26 auxiliary soul master."

She had always been proud of her level when it came to her level, but suddenly she found that it was a bit hard for her to talk about it.

The voice couldn't help but become much weaker.

Everyone is about the same age, the difference in soul power...

55 and 26.

Her arithmetic was not taught by her physical education teacher, so she could naturally see the difference.

She was as proud as a princess, but at this moment, she suddenly hated herself extremely!

Especially when she said her soul power level, she clearly noticed that the eyes of the other three were all looking at her at the same time.

At that moment, she understood.

I should be the lowest cultivation base among all people.

really……

"My name is Hongying."

"The martial spirit is the Demonic Wolf."

"Level 55 battle soul master."

"Please advise!"

Click!

Zhao Wuji felt that three of his teeth were broken at once.

Another level 55!

Little bastards, you are going to make trouble!

At such an age, you are already level 55. When you reach my age...

That's not enough to become a god!

Hearing Level 55 again, Ning Rongrong lowered her head in shame.

Xiao Wu looked at Hong Ying with burning eyes.

The self-consciousness of the soul beast told her that this muscular girl is not easy!

He looks younger than himself, but his level is actually the same as his own.

This person must have a lot of background!

"My name is Zhu Zhuqing."

"The martial spirit is a ghost civet cat."

Ning Rongrong subconsciously looked at the cat girl.

There is still a little hope in my heart, hoping that I will not really be the weakest one.

At least...not too much difference.

"Level 40 agility attack system battle soul master."

"Please advise!"

Ning Rongrong immediately lowered his head deeply.

26 and 40.

The difference is 14 levels!

This gap!

She has a princess disease, is proud, and is arrogant and unreasonable.

But she also knows how to be ashamed.

We are all the same age, standing together, without comparison, there will be no harm.

It is also because of this that in the original novel, Ning Rongrong behaved so coquettishly and capriciously at the beginning.

But, at this moment, she...

His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were digging into his flesh.

He lowered his head, kept his mouth shut, and said nothing.

This kind of her is not so annoying compared to the moment when she first appeared in the original book.

Next, the three discussed tactics, even subconsciously ignoring her.

This deep sense of humiliation constantly stimulates the girl's self-esteem.

Also from this moment, a determination to become stronger suddenly appeared in her heart!

Very firm!

"This teacher is very strong, he should be a soul sage without a doubt." Hong Ying said.

Xiao Wu immediately answered, "He said just now that he will not hold back the slightest bit, and will beat us at the fastest speed."

The taciturn Zhu Zhuqing also took the initiative to participate in the discussion, "Not everyone can go up to the second floor."

Xiao Wu: "So, we must do our best to win."

Zhu Zhuqing: "It's best if the hole cards can also cooperate with each other."

People who talk less are different. When they speak, they hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head.

Hong Ying whispered: "I have three soul bones, and three soul bone skills."

Click!

Zhao Wou-ki felt that his tooth was broken again.

Do you know that you are bullying the elderly?

Even if two 55 level.

I'm fine with four gang fights.

Each one is equipped with so many soul bones.

Tell me, what do you want to do!

If only a few years ago, when I was a bandit, I would have met you...

Xiao Wu: "I have three spirit bones and three spirit bone skills."

Click!

Three more broken teeth!

Zhu Zhuqing: "My family is poor, I only have two yuan."

puff!

Zhao Wou-ki felt that his internal organs were already bleeding profusely.

God, the family is poor, only two dollars?

I, the mighty soul saint, don’t have even one piece!

When he thought of, waiting for a while, countless spirit bone skills would greet him, he felt a toothache.

The three looked at Ning Rongrong together.

Zhao Wuji also looked at Ning Rongrong.

Little girl, please have some moral integrity.

If you had three dollars, I would risk it today!