Listening to Zhao Ming's words, the snake woman nodded. This is a good idea.
But Meng is still unhappy.
Judging from what Zhao Ming said, wouldn’t he just treat her as a soft persimmon?
She was stolen from the soul ring and was looked down upon by others. She suddenly got angry, her chest was constantly rising and falling, and her eyes were looking at Zhao Ming.
She has decided now that if she wants to find an opponent later, she must choose Zhao Ming. She must let him see how powerful she is. She is only sixteen years old and has already broken through to level 30. Who in the academy dares to look down on her?
"I agree." Zhao Wuji said first. Except for Zhu Zhuqing, it is impossible for Meng Yiran to win. So he agreed without thinking so. For Zhu Qing, her cultivation level is close to level 29, and even if she loses to Meng Yiran, it is not far away.
Of course, Zhao Wuji didn't know that Zhu Zhuqing had soul bones on her body, otherwise he wouldn't have thought so.
Oscar, who was standing by, didn't say anything when he listened to Zhao Ming's suggestion. He knew that this should be the best solution.
If you continue to waste it, the soul ring condensed by the phoenix tail, cock-collar snake will disappear.
"Okay, just do it like that. Yiran see who you are going to fight?" The snake woman asked Meng Yiran.
"I'll choose him." Yu finger raised, Meng still pointed in Zhao Ming's direction.
Seeing that Meng Yiran chose Zhao Ming, both Zhao Wuji and Oscar were relieved and full of joy. The snake woman frowned. She could feel the strength of the other young students brought by Zhao Wuji here.
But Zhao Ming alone cannot see through it.
But since her granddaughter has chosen him as her opponent, she can't say anything.
As a member of the world's great dragon and snake, she is still very proud of making a name for herself in the martial soul world. She has never interfered in the affairs of the younger generation.
With a playful smile, Zhao Ming walked out and stood opposite Meng Yiran.
"I didn't expect you would choose me as your opponent. Don't cry if you lose later." Zhao Ming smiled.
"Hmph, how dare you speak wildly."
Listening to Zhao Ming's words, Meng Yiran was immediately angry. He activated his soul power and said coldly: "Meng Yiran, the martial soul snake staff. Level 30 second-ring war soul master."
"Zhao Ming, a martial soul puppet." Zhao Ming smiled and did not report his soul power. Otherwise, it would be bad if Meng Yiran was scared and she changed her mind and didn't fight him.
The two made a brief introduction, and Meng Yiran directly launched an attack
With a flash, Meng Yiran had already arrived in front of Zhao Ming quickly. The two-meter-long snake staff covered the cap and rushed straight to Zhao Ming's head. This speed was slower than Zhu Zhuqing, and it was really not worth mentioning for Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming did not dodge or release his martial soul, but stood there lightly, not worried about his situation at all.
The gentle and quiet appearance made Meng Yiran stunned.
However, she thought Zhao Ming was scared by her. She felt a little complacent, and at the same time she slowed down and wanted to give Zhao Ming some reaction time.
After all, Zhao Ming on the opposite side has not even released his martial soul. If her snake staff is hit, his head will not bloom?
Although she was very angry at Zhao Ming's contempt, she would not die.
However, soon, Meng Yiran saw that Zhao Ming was still not moving.
I was suddenly a little disappointed.
"I didn't expect you to be so weak. Then I'll take it lightly." I muttered, and the snake staff that was smashing towards Zhao Ming in my hand also slowed down a lot.
"Have your teacher taught you that a lion fights a rabbit, so do you also use all your strength? It is not a good thing to be soft when fighting." At this time, under Meng Yiran's horrified gaze, Zhao Ming moved.
The right hand was quickly raised, and the speed was extremely fast. At least for Meng Yiran, it was extremely fast.
Like lightning, Zhao Ming grabbed Meng Yiran's white and tender wrist.
"You're so strong?"
Meng Yiran's beautiful eyes widened, his eyes full of shock.
She could feel the force of Zhao Ming's palm, which was surprisingly large. She couldn't break free if she wanted to break free.
You know, he didn't even release his martial soul.
For the soul master, it is impossible to exert his true strength without releasing his martial soul. In other words, he has used up to 30% of his strength now. However, these 30% of his strength can already subdue her.
Then how strong should Zhao Ming be?
But soon, the shock turned into anger. She could feel the hand that Zhao Ming grabbed her and rubbed her wrist. She was immediately embarrassed and angry.
However, Zhao Ming was holding his hands and couldn't pull them out. In a hurry, he had to kick Zhao Ming away with his feet.
Without hesitation, she raised her legs and kicked Zhao Ming hard.
That position was extremely tricky.
"I said Miss Meng, we are just a competition, there is no need to let others die." Zhao Ming said with a smile.
Listening to Zhao Ming's words, Meng Yiran's face turned red.
"Hmph, it's better to kick you to death. I don't think you are a good person either." He was a little shy at first, but when he saw Zhao Ming's bad smile, he immediately said angrily.
Anyway, he is so powerful, he probably won't be able to kick it out with one kick?
"Then you have to kick me." Zhao Ming couldn't help but curl his lips.
Seeing that Meng Yiran's foot was about to kick, Zhao Ming took a slow move. The empty hand quickly grabbed Meng Yiran's ankle.
"You." Seeing that Zhao Ming wanted to grab her ankle again, Meng Yiran's face changed, and she couldn't help but gather all her soul power on her feet and kicked towards Zhao Ming quickly.
As she got closer, Meng Yiran's heart was bouncing around at this moment. After all, this was the first time she looked at the man's lower body like this. Even though she was wearing pants, she still couldn't help but feel panic.
But if you want to win Zhao Ming, you have to do this.
Zhao Ming is really too powerful. If he doesn't release his martial soul, he is so powerful. If he releases his martial soul, that would be fine? But that position is one of the weakest places in all men. Not to mention him, even a strong man of the Soul Saint level kicked by her so hard, he would definitely lose his combat power instantly.
Zhao Ming saw Meng Yiran's thoughts. The reason why he took action so slowly was to give Meng Yiran some hope. Wouldn't it be better to give her hope first and then make her despair? She captured her when she was about to kick him. God knows how desperate she would be.
The moment before Meng Yiran's toes hit Zhao Ming's pants, Zhao Ming quickly grabbed her ankle.
Meng Yiran was stunned.
It's obviously about to kick it up.
But the next moment it turned into shame and anger. Because her wrists and ankles were caught by Zhao Ming, her body was placed in a strange position. She was immediately embarrassed and angry and shouted: "Let me go."
"Then I'll let go if you admit defeat." Zhao Ming smiled and looked at Meng Yiran's beautiful body.
"You're dreaming." Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and said heavily.
Chapter completed!