God-given Martial Spirit: Ancient Tree of Life!
The aura on his body continued to surge.
The level increased by 5 levels to level 37.
God-given martial spirit: Netherworld White Tiger!
The level will be increased by 3 levels to reach level 40.
Look at the God-given soul ring again.
There are 12 of them!
——3 from the No. 2 God of Destruction and 9 from the God of Speed.
Di Yihong thought about it.
There is no rush to absorb the fourth soul ring, so leave the space empty for now.
Maybe it will be useful later.
I put on the space ring and did a scan.
Inside is a cube with a side length of 100 meters, which means there are one million cubic meters of space.
The 12 God-given soul rings, the God-examination map, the God-examination token, and the analysis of Zhu Zhuqing's preferences were all stored in it.
It only occupies a small corner.
As expected of Zhu Zhuqing, it's big enough.
Then
He looked at the Scepter of Destruction in his right hand, the Destruction Condensate in his left hand, the Ancient Tree of Life behind him, and the Netherworld White Tiger on his chest.
Four god-given martial spirits!
He was a person who had never practiced martial arts, but he managed to raise his innate soul power to level 40.
He asked——Who else?
Ignoring the crying old sow below, Di Yihong walked out with confident steps.
Watching him, Oscar was weird out.
How come this guy, while going to the toilet, not only exploded with soul power, but also started to show off?
Urinary stones cleared?
I don't understand. I don't understand.
"Oscar" Di Yihong said with a smile: "Let's go and take a look at their exams."
"Speaking of this." Oscar responded, "Just now, Boss Dai said that you are exempt from the test? Why?"
"Because I'm 12 years old, a three-ring soul master."
"…"
Huh?
"Because my three spirit rings are all thousand-year level."
"…"
Hiss—
"Because I'm handsome."
"…"
Oscar's expression was exactly the same as the old man on the subway looking at his phone.
No!
"Is this true?"
"I admit he's handsome, but he's just a little bit behind me."
"But you are 12 years old? Three-ring soul master? Three thousand-year soul rings?"
"You must be kidding!"
How could Di Yihong miss this opportunity to show off?
He summoned the Scepter of Destruction with his right hand, and three purple-purple soul rings moved rhythmically up and down, shocking Oscar so much that his jaw almost hit the ground.
Are you serious?!
["God of Speed": Oscar's expression is really interesting. ]
["God of Speed": It's a pity that I can't save it, otherwise it would be very interesting to show it to the God of Food. ]
Di Yihong's eyes lit up!
He started selling:
'You can record and take screenshots in the live broadcast room! '
'As for inviting friends into the live broadcast room…'
'Today is my first day of live streaming, let me study it later.'
["God of Speed": This is good. I will study screen recording first. ]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-given Soul Ring" x 1]
Have a look!
She would give rewards whenever she was happy, and it was the god-given soul rings he needed for the four god-given martial souls, which he was always short of.
"Thank you, boss, for the God-given soul ring!"
'The boss is generous!'
["God of Speed": Hearing you shout like that, it feels quite good. ]
That's a must!
Otherwise, why were there so many people in the previous life who would rather eat instant noodles themselves than reward airplanes and yachts?
It's just the host's voice.
It will be even more exciting when there are more viewers in the live broadcast room.
When the time comes, if they have a disagreement, they will start competing for wealth.
He reaped the benefits.
It's exciting just thinking about it!
"Something's wrong." Oscar whispered, "Why is the examiner Mr. Zhao? Shouldn't it be Mr. Dai?"
Look up.
The short, dark and strong Zhao Wuji was bullying people in the field.
He defeated each kid with one punch. It's so much fun.
Tsk!
I hope he can smile so happily when he faces Tang Hao tonight.
"Xiao Wu!"
Accompanied by Tang San's exclamation.
Xiao Wu was blown away, and Tang San rushed over to hug her, groping her up and down with his hands.
Well.
Just assume that he is checking his injuries.
"puff!"
Oh no!
Xiao Wu vomited blood.
Tang San's eyes instantly turned red, and he was about to transform into Thousand-Handed Asura.
["God of Speed": Mr. Zhao really wanted to die back then. ]
["God of Speed": But I don't want to see Tang San show off his skills, go up and interrupt him! ]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-given Soul Ring" x 1]
'Thank you, boss, for the God-given soul ring!'
'Look, I'm interrupting him!'
Tang San with red eyes hasn't stood up yet.
"Hey!"
Di Yihong roared, shocking everyone present.
What the hell?
Then Di Yihong rushed out and showed his spirit soul the Scepter of Destruction to Zhao Wuji.
The three purple thousand-year soul rings made everyone pause for thought.
What is this for?
"Don't bully them like this!"
Di Yihong angrily shouted:
"A dignified Seven-ring Soul Saint actually attacked a group of Two-ring Great Soul Masters?"
"Do you have any shame?"
"Is this the famous Acala?"
"A genius that even the Spirit Hall can't catch?"
"I came here for you, you are so disappointing!"
Zhao Wuji hearing his scolding, was stunned.
How dare this little kid tell him what to do?
Di Yihong laughed secretly in his heart.
'The little Acala is so easy to control.'
["God of Speed": Don't be like this. Teacher Zhao is very good to us. It's a pity that we didn't have a quota to take him to the God Realm. ]
Since the boss has made a request, we must naturally meet it.
Di Yihong's face turned serious.
"Assessment, right?"
"Let's start over again. This time I'll be your opponent!"
"As long as I can hold out for one stick of incense, everyone else will pass!"
"Otherwise, since we came here together, we will all go together!"
Zhao Wuji came back to his senses.
Hey? Wait!
Why would he leave?
That absolutely cannot happen.
Di Yihong was a 12-year-old three-ring soul master, with all purple soul rings.
If I let him go, Flanders and the others would chop me to pieces!
"No more fighting."
Zhao Wuji waved his hands repeatedly and said——
"My hands were itching just now, so I tested it."
"You have all passed the assessment and can all join Shrek."
Tang San glared!
How can he let go of him after injuring Xiao Wu?
He wanted to challenge him to a fight.
"No!"
Di Yihong interrupted again——
"It's as if we can't afford to have fun!"
"If you don't want to fight, then Dai Mubai will do it?"
"It seems that you were originally responsible for the assessment."
"Let's fight one-on-one. If I win, everyone will pass the test. If you win, we will all leave together!"
Dai Mubai: "…"
No!
How did I offend you?
Zhao Wuji also felt a headache.
Are you so bad-tempered?
Walking slowly and talking.
Zhao Wuji waved to Dai Mubai.
"Mubai, fight with him. Just stop when it's enough."
Hinting at him to let it go.
"How can that be possible?"
Di Yihong said angrily:
"The duel between soul masters is sacred! How can you deliberately let them win?"
"Dai Mubai, if you do this, I will look down on you for the rest of my life!"
"and…"
Di Yihong released all his momentum, and the level 40 pressure made Dai Mubai's face change.
Damn it!
He is already level 37!
Why do he feel pressured?
Could it be that…
Di Yihong grinned and said, "Martial Soul Destruction Scepter, Level 40 Strong Attack Control Dual System Battle Soul Ancestor, please! Instruct me!"
Dai Mubai: "…"
Zhao Wuji: "…"
Others: "…"