Douluo Dalu: Opening Sign to the Flame Princess

Listening to Zhao Ming's words, Snake nodded. This is not a good idea.

But Meng was still not happy.

Listening to Zhao Ming's meaning, isn't that just pinch her as a soft persimmon?

Being robbed of her spirit ring, and being looked down upon by others, she suddenly became angry, her chest was constantly rising and falling, and her eyes kept looking at Zhao Ming.

She has decided now that if she is asked to find an opponent later, she must choose Zhao Ming. She must show him how powerful she is. She was only sixteen years old, and she had already broken through to level 30. Who dares to look down on her in the academy?

"I agree." Zhao Wuji said first. Among the fighting spirit masters present, except for Zhu Zhuqing, it was impossible for anyone else to win. So he agreed without thinking about it. As for Zhuqing, her cultivation base is now close to level 29, and even if she loses to Shang Meng, it is not far behind.

Of course, this was because Zao Wou-Ki didn't know that Zhu Zhuqing had a soul bone on his body, otherwise he wouldn't think so.

Oscar, who was beside him, didn't say anything after listening to Zhao Ming's suggestion. He knew this should be the best solution.

Consuming it any longer, the spirit ring condensed by the Phoenix-tailed Cockscomb Snake will dissipate.

"That's good, let's do it like this. Still, who do you want to fight?" Snake asked Meng Yilan.

"I choose him." The jade finger lifted, and Meng still pointed in Zhao Ming's direction.

Seeing that Meng still chose Zhao Ming, both Zao Wou-Ki and Oscar both breathed a sigh of relief, their faces full of joy. Snake woman frowned, she could feel the strength of the other young students brought by Zao Wou-Ki here.

But only Zhao Ming, she couldn't see through.

But since her granddaughter has chosen him as her opponent, she can't say anything.

As a member of the unparalleled dragon and snake, she is still very proud of being famous in the martial arts world. For the affairs of the juniors, she never interfered.

With a playful smile, Zhao Ming walked out. And Meng still stood opposite.

"I didn't expect you to choose me as your opponent. Don't cry if you lose later." Zhao Ming smiled.

"Hmph, how dare you speak madly."

Listening to Zhao Ming's words,

Meng still got angry all of a sudden. He activated his soul power, and said coldly at the same time, "Meng Yanyan, Wuhun Snake Staff. Thirty-level Second Ring Battle Soul Master."

"Zhao Ming, martial spirit puppet." Zhao Ming smiled, but did not report his spirit power. Otherwise, Meng still was frightened, she changed her mind, and it would be bad if she didn't fight him.

The two made a brief introduction, and Meng still launched the attack directly.

In a flash, Meng still quickly came to Zhao Ming. The two-meter-long snake stick smashed straight on Zhao Ming's head. This speed was even slower than Zhu Zhuqing's, which was really not worth mentioning to Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming did not dodge or release his martial spirit, but stood there indifferently, not worried about his situation at all.

Meng was still stunned by such a light-hearted look.

But she thought that Zhao Ming was frightened by herself. I felt a little complacent in my heart, and at the same time slowed down to give Zhao Ming some time to react.

After all, Zhao Ming on the other side has not even released his martial soul. If she hits with the snake stick, his head will not bloom?

Although she was very angry at Zhao Ming's contempt, she was not guilty of death.

However, soon, Meng still saw that Zhao Ming still did not move.

Immediately disappointed.

"I didn't expect you to be so weak. Then I'll take it lightly." He muttered, and the snake stick that was smashed towards Zhao Ming in his hand also slowed down a lot.

"Hasn't your teacher taught you how to use all your strength to fight a lion against a rabbit? It's not a good thing to be soft in battle." At this moment, under Meng Yan's horrified gaze, Zhao Ming moved.

The right hand was raised quickly, and the speed was extremely fast. At least for Meng Yilan, it was extremely fast.

As fast as lightning, Zhao Ming grabbed Meng Yan's white and tender wrist.

"You are so strong?"

Meng still widened her beautiful eyes, her eyes full of shock.

She could feel the strength of Zhao Ming's palm, which turned out to be surprisingly large. She wanted to break free, but it was difficult to break free.

You know, he didn't even release his martial soul.

For spirit masters, it is impossible to display their true strength without releasing their martial spirits. That is to say, now he has used up to 30% of his strength. But this 30% strength has been able to subdue her.

How strong should Zhao Ming's real strength be?

But soon, the shock turned into anger. She could feel Zhao Ming's grabbing hand rubbing against her wrist. Immediately embarrassed and angry.

However, Zhao Ming couldn't pull his hand out, so he had no choice but to use his feet to kick Zhao Ming away.

Without hesitation, she raised her legs and kicked Zhao Ming fiercely.

That position was extremely tricky.

"I said, Miss Meng, we are just discussing, we don't need to let people die." Zhao Ming said with a smile.

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Meng still blushed.

"Hmph, it's better to kick you to death. I don't think you're a good person." He was a little shy at first, but when he saw Zhao Ming's bad smile, he said angrily.

Anyway, he's so powerful, he's probably not bad at kicking?

"Then you have to kick me." Zhao Ming couldn't help but pouted.

Seeing that Meng still has his foot about to kick up. Zhao Mingcai shot slowly. The empty hand quickly grabbed towards Meng Yan's ankle.

"You." Seeing that Zhao Ming wanted to grab her ankle again, Meng still's expression changed, and he couldn't help but gather all his soul power on his feet and quickly kicked towards Zhao Ming.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, Meng still's heart is pounding at this moment, after all, this is the first time she has looked at the man's lower body like this. Even if she was wearing pants, she couldn't help but feel flustered.

But if you want to win Zhao Ming, you have to do this.

Zhao Ming is really too powerful. It's so powerful without releasing the martial arts. If you release the martial arts, then it's worth it? But that position is one of the weakest places in all men's bodies. Not to mention him, even if a Soul Saint level powerhouse was kicked so arrogantly by her, he would definitely lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.

Zhao Ming could see Meng still's thoughts, the reason why he was so slow in taking action was to give Meng still a little hope. Wouldn't it be better to give her hope first and then let her despair? Catch her just as she was about to kick him, God knows how desperate she will be.

Just before Meng Yan's toes touched Zhao Ming's pants. Zhao Ming quickly grabbed her ankle.

Meng was still stunned.

It's about to be kicked out.

But the next moment it turned to shame. Because her wrists and ankles were grabbed by Zhao Ming, her body was put into a strange posture. Immediately embarrassed and unbearable, he scolded: "Let me go."

"Then let me go if you admit defeat." Zhao Ming smiled and looked at Meng still beautiful.

"You are dreaming." Meng still gritted his teeth and said heavily.

Meng still refused to admit defeat, but Snake Woman spoke up. "Okay, still, you are not his opponent, we admit defeat."