"Since you are all ready, let's start." After saying that, Zhao Wuji produced another Tibetan incense in his hand and lit it without waiting for him.
Tang San shouted softly, "Activate your martial spirits, everyone be careful, and prepare for battle."
"The seven treasures can produce colored glaze." Ning Rongrong took the lead.
Her graceful figure spun around in place, her blue skirt fluttering. A brilliant rainbow of light suddenly condensed in the palm of her right hand. At its very center, a translucent, seven-story pagoda, over a foot tall, emerged.
The shimmering precious light added a touch of nobility to her gentle features. Ning Rongrong smiled, and under the colorful light, she looked like an immortal. At the same time, two yellow, century-old spirit rings rose from her feet, quietly pulsing around her.
"The seven treasures have names. One is strength. The second is speed." Ning Rongrong lightly tapped her fingers, and eight colorful rays of light suddenly shot out from the glazed pagoda in her hand and flew into the bodies of Ye Zhiqiu and others.
"Hmm?" Ning Rongrong glanced at Ye Zhiqiu in confusion. She realized that the soul power consumed by enhancing Ye Zhiqiu was several times more than that of Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others combined. Was the difference between a Soul Venerable and a Great Soul Master so great? If so, her own soul power might not last even a stick of incense.
Under the amplification of Ning Rongrong's first and second soul skills, Ye Zhiqiu and the other three felt a warm energy flowing into their limbs and bones. It seemed as if their whole bodies had an inexhaustible power. Even the soul power in their bodies became much more active and was slightly boiling.
At the same time, a feeling of lightness appeared, and several people seemed to have broken free from some shackles, and felt that their movements were faster and more agile.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's first and second spirit rings each increase a target's strength and speed by 30%. This ability will increase even more as Ning Rongrong's spirit power increases. If Ning Rongrong can break through to level 30, the increase will reach 40%, and at level 40, it will reach 50%. Such auxiliary capabilities are worthy of the title of the best auxiliary martial spirit in Douluo Continent.
"Interesting. Is it the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit? Not bad, not bad. I guess old fellow Flender will be very excited this time." Zhao Wuji said as he lit the incense in his hand, threw it casually, and fixed it on a big rock next to him.
At this moment, three soul lights of different colors burst out on the field at the same time. Tang San, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing activated their own martial spirits at the same time. Red, blue and black soul powers filled their bodies, and two yellow hundred-year soul rings rose under their feet at the same time.
Unlike Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Rabbit spirit, Zhu Zhuqing's spirit, the Netherworld Cat, appears in the form of a phantom, half-floating in the air behind her. Its pure black fur is dotted with star-like spots, and a faint crescent moon mark can be seen on its forehead. Its pupils are like black gemstones, piercing and bright, and its agile posture exudes an elegant and mysterious aura.
Zhao Wuji did not rush to attack. Looking at the performance of several people, he nodded slightly with satisfaction. These children all had very good soul power, but he did not know how much combat experience they had. He hoped that they were not spoiled vases.
Looking at Ye Zhiqiu, Zhao Wuji was stunned. "Why doesn't this kid open his martial spirit? I really want to see what your 100,000-year spirit ring looks like, even though it's just a fake."
"Teacher Zhao, do you have to pay for the damage to the floor of the house? Will it make the already tight Shrek Academy even worse off?" Ye Zhiqiu saw Zhao Wuji looking at him, and he was in the mood to smile and tease Zhao Wuji.
"Good boy, I'll let you experience what it means to make things worse." Zhao Wuji grinned and laughed a few times. This little guy is a little crazy, just like himself when he was young. The more he looks at him, the more he likes him.
If you like him, of course you should give him a good beating.
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head helplessly. "Teacher Zhao, that's not how you use the idiom 'adding insult to injury'. From what you said, I know you're uneducated. Uneducated, that's terrifying."
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Tang San and the others stared at each other silently, neither of them rushing to act. Now that the incense was lit, did Ye Zhiqiu seem to be stalling for time with his rhetoric? The incense had already burned a little, so it looked like this tactic might still be working.
Naturally, they were all relieved. However, Ning Rongrong suffered greatly. She had to maintain her amplified state constantly to guard against any sudden attack from Zhao Wuji, so her soul power was constantly being consumed.
"Stop talking nonsense, brat. I think you're itching for trouble. Delaying time, is that any use? Even if I give you half an incense stick of time, what good will it do?" Zhao Wuji clenched his fists, stretched his muscles, looked at Ye Zhiqiu slowly and grinned, "You're the most arrogant kid. You haven't even activated your martial arts spirit. I'll start with you."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji walked towards Ye Zhiqiu step by step. At the same time, a powerful aura peculiar to a high-level soul master emanated from Zhao Wuji, instantly enveloping Ye Zhiqiu. Under this kind of pressure, coupled with the oppressive feeling of Zhao Wuji approaching slowly step by step, a low-level soul master would definitely not be able to resist. Being forced to kneel down would be the best outcome, and in serious cases, all the bones in his body would be injured.
Zhao Wuji did this because he saw that this kid really deserved a beating. He wanted to make this arrogant kid look bad.
The moment Zhao Wuji's imposing aura came over him, Ye Zhiqiu felt it and his body sank slightly.
But that's all.
This trick is effective against other low-level soul masters, but for Ye Zhiqiu, it is too easy. Relying on his strong physique, Ye Zhiqiu took it without changing his expression.
Ye Zhiqiu even grinned at Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao, what are you talking about? You haven't even opened your martial soul yet, so if I open my martial soul in advance, wouldn't it seem like I don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young, and am bullying the elderly?"
The two exchanged sharp words, yet remained silent, leaving Tang San and the others perplexed. What were they doing? Just a verbal exchange?
Things like momentum and pressure are invisible and intangible, and Zhao Wuji only used it on Ye Zhiqiu, but Ye Zhiqiu looked calm and as if nothing had happened. In this situation, Tang San and the other three naturally couldn't notice it, so they were all a little confused.
Is Teacher Zhao really that good-tempered? Ye Zhiqiu was already mocking him right in the face, and he still didn't do anything?
"Good guy!" Zhao Wuji was shocked. This kid could actually withstand the pressure of his aura, a level 76 Soul Saint, without changing his expression.
There's something strange.
Zhao Wuji had extensive combat experience, and the first thing he thought of was whether Ye Zhiqiu had some special tricks up his sleeve.
Perhaps it's a special spirit, a special spirit skill, or an abnormal physical strength. All of these are possible. Regardless of whether it's opportunistic or not, this little guy has too many hidden things.
Since the pressure from his aura was ineffective, Zhao Wuji planned to win by hard power. He wanted to know if Ye Zhiqiu could continue to be so arrogant in a head-on confrontation.
Shrek Academy has never lacked geniuses or monsters, but it lacks a leader among the monsters.