Wang Jinxi said: "Go to my place." They are all special students with separate dormitories now, and they don't need to worry about being disturbed.
Mu Xi and Ouyang Zixin walked into the corridor, she asked Ouyang Zixin with some doubts: "Do you know Tang Wulin?"
Ouyang Zixin nodded, and said: "I guess I know you. I met you one morning while running. How handsome is the elementary school boy! I saw that he was holding your arm just now. Could it be that between you... hee hee. "
Mu Xi blushed, "Don't think about it, I have nothing to do with him." She repeatedly denied that Tang Wulin was her father's disciple.
Ouyang Zixin looked at her with a smirk on her face, "Is there really nothing? Then why did you not get angry when he grabbed your arm? This is not like our Flame Queen style."
Mu Xi said: "I hate it, don't call me the Flame Queen. Go back and rest." They are not only classmates, but also good girlfriends, living in the same dormitory.
"Zixin, what impression do you have of Tang Wulin?" Mu Xi asked as she went upstairs.
"It's pretty good! He looks a bit shy, but his talent should be very good. He seems to be included in the newly established first grade zero class. His speed is very fast. If I run, I can't outrun him. Without using soul power." Ouyang Zixin said.
"Oh." Mu Xi nodded.
"You still say it's okay? Since when have you cared about other men? However, the age gap between you is a bit big, he must be at least three or four years younger than you. Isn't it impossible!"
"You still talk!" Mu Xi angrily rushed to Ouyang Zixin, but Ouyang Zixin avoided it with a smile.
Tang Wulin followed Wang Jinxi to his dormitory.
After closing the door, Wang Jinxi asked Tang Wulin to sit down. He didn't have Tang Wulin's contact information. He went to Tang Wulin's dormitory today but couldn't find it. Later, he asked Xie Xie and found out that Tang Wulin had gone out, but he didn't know when he would be back. So he could only wait silently, and kept waiting.
Sitting down, Wang Jinxi fell silent instead, lowering his head, as if thinking about something.
Tang Wulin could vaguely guess what he wanted to say, but it was hard to ask directly.
Finally, after a while, Wang Jinxi raised his head and said, "Your martial spirit seems to have a suppressive effect on mine. I know I shouldn't ask, but I still want to know what's going on."
Tang Wulin frowned slightly, "It seems that I shouldn't tell you the secret about myself."
Wang Jinxi looked at him, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't ask, but these things have been in my mind these days. There is no way to calm down and practice, so I came to you today. If you really don't want to say , I don't force it. However, I really want to know why this happens."
"My martial soul is the Bone Dragon King. After the martial soul awakened, I knew that I possessed a very powerful and rare martial soul, a dark attribute attack type, with advantages in both strength and attributes. If I can cultivate to a certain level in the future level, or have a suitable soul, and even be able to fly. My soul power is also changing rapidly. I always thought that I would be an excellent and powerful soul master, and I have been working hard to develop in this direction. Until I met you."
"I heard from my former teacher that the martial soul has the possibility of restraining each other. However, I never thought that the mutual restraining would be so powerful. Your martial soul will naturally have a huge suppressive effect on mine. Let me My strength can't be used at all. I began to doubt myself, doubting the meaning of my hard training. No matter how hard I try, there is no way to compete with you under the condition of attribute suppression. I am very troubled, so, I have to come to you. If you don't want to say it, forget it."
While speaking, he lowered his head in pain.
He has a calmness that exceeds that of his peers, but, after all, he is only nine years old, and he is still very fragile. His composure was brought about by his hard work, but when all this seemed to no longer be so important, how could his mood not be affected
"It's not Wuhun." Tang Wulin's words made Wang Jinxi's pupils shrink instantly.
With a soft sigh, Tang Wulin said: "I can understand your feelings, because I have had a worse time than you. At that time, my martial soul had just awakened, and it was just a weak blue silver grass. Tell me, what I have is a waste martial soul, if it wasn't for the presence of a certain amount of soul power accompanying me, I wouldn't even have the chance to become a soul master."
"I was not discouraged at that time. I, like you, practiced very hard, and also learned to forge. Because I had to work hard to make money and save money to buy souls. My family's conditions were not good, and it was very difficult financially. Finally, I It was not easy to save enough money to buy souls, but I was told that my money was only enough for random selection. When the soul I selected was a defective product, my despair at that moment should be far stronger than yours now. "
"However, I have come step by step. I have moved forward step by step. It is not my martial spirit that I suppress you. How can the blue silver grass suppress it? It is my blood, and even now I am not completely You understand that the power of your bloodline has affected you. My bloodline should be related to dragon-type soul beasts. The level should be higher, and you have been affected by the power of my bloodline, so you cannot display your true strength."
Wang Jinxi listened very carefully, and he couldn't help being moved when he heard Tang Wulin talk about his despair. Although he was confused because of his failure in the promotion competition, he was far more than despair.
"The power of the bloodline?" Wang Jinxi's eyes were full of thought.
There was hesitation in Wang Jinxi's eyes, "Wu Lin, can I feel your blood again?"
"Okay!" Tang Wulin didn't talk nonsense, and stretched out his right arm directly. Under the urging of his thoughts, golden scales emerged, and the looming Longwei appeared.
Wang Jinxi's body shook, he clearly felt the influence of Longwei on his martial soul.
However, soon, his face changed, it was no longer bewildered, but shocked.
"No, no! It seems to be different from the previous feeling." Wang Jinxi looked at Tang Wulin in surprise.
"Why is it different?" Tang Wulin also didn't understand his ability from the Golden Dragon King. Wang Jinxi had the Bone Dragon King martial soul, and listening to his feelings would undoubtedly be helpful to Tang Wulin's own cultivation.
"Before I felt your dragon power, my martial spirit would be quickly suppressed, which prevented me from displaying my true strength in battle. But this time is different. Feeling your dragon power, I suddenly felt , My soul power seems to be boiling, filled with an indescribable sense of power. Not only has it not been weakened, but it has become stronger. What's going on here?"
No longer weakened? Instead, it became stronger
Tang Wulin said: "Then give me a try, and I'll feel your strength." Tang Wulin raised his right hand to face Wang Jinxi.
Wang Jinxi nodded and punched Tang Wulin.
"Bang!" Tang Wulin remained motionless, but Wang Jinxi's body shook and he fell onto the sofa.
His eyes quickly became dull. Looking at Tang Wulin, his surprise turned into disbelief.
"Changed, changed!"
Tang Wulin said: "What changed? I don't seem to think that your strength has become stronger! It seems that you have weakened a bit."
Wang Jinxi stared at him dumbfounded, and said: "When I attacked you, my strength seemed to be fading and weakening rapidly during the process. When I hit you, it was completely different from just now."
Tang Wulin was also stunned. Will he be weakened if he hits himself? What's happening here
The expressions of both of them became weird, Tang Wulin said: "I think we should ask Teacher Wu about this question, it's much better than guessing here by ourselves."
"Okay!" Wang Jinxi agreed without hesitation. If he didn't figure it out, he might not even be able to sleep.
The two got up quickly and went straight to Wuchangkong's dormitory.
Wuchangkong was wearing a loose white robe, and his long hair was naturally loose behind him. The word cold was the best way to describe him.