He was the person who stood in front of him when Wuhun awakened his Wuhun!
His Wuhun was a bat, and he also looked like he had kidney deficiency.
But at that time it was just kidney deficiency, not like now, which makes people feel like they are going to die after taking it for too long.
Fang Ling remembered that the child with kidney deficiency was half level innate, the same level as Yu Xiaogang.
If these two people are the same person.
It has only been more than a year, and with a soul power of half a level, he has become a soul master before Fang Ling?
Moreover, the time of martial spirit awakening is almost the same. He grew from a child to a young man so quickly, and also possessed a hundred-year spirit ring?
Fang Ling could only think of one possibility - a fallen spirit master!
Such a big improvement and rapid maturation of the body could only be explained by a fallen spirit master.
You know, bats can suck blood!
The sharp fangs and the weak look on their faces vividly showed Fang Ling this.
It is easy to understand why I was lying in the middle of the road and happened to meet him.
It is summer now, and the afternoon is the hottest time of the day.
Horse-drawn carriages on the road were extremely rare, if not non-existent.
Fallen soul masters practice very quickly, but of course they all have their own flaws.
This must be a disease that he had, and he happened to encounter it.
Fang Ling originally planned to make a detour and run directly back to Notting City to file a complaint at the Spirit Hall.
He never thought that the young man would chase him into the woods and kill him.
It seems that she has chosen him!
Fang Ling sneered in his heart.
I just happened to meet a rookie fallen soul master.
He must have just absorbed the spirit ring and became a spirit master not too long ago, so he is not very good at fighting.
He is not as good as Wang Sheng, who only knows how to use brute force and can withstand a lot of beatings.
In contrast, Fang Ling, who is only 1.7 meters tall, actually dares to chase into the complex environment and dense branches of the woods.
Fang Ling has Level 1 body skills that he practiced hard in the grove of the academy. He has a thin body and can move around relatively freely.
What did this young man with kidney deficiency have?
An evil spirit?
As expected, he was stuck by a branch.
Fang Ling seized this opportunity and slashed back with his sickle!
The forest was dense and no one could see what happened here.
He had long wanted to try out how many points a soul master could add.
Fallen soul masters can be killed by anyone!
The Spirit Hall established this law, and the two empires dared not obey it.
Not only will there be no future troubles if you kill him, you will also get a reward.
The young man retracted the steel claw, and the other claw stabbed towards Fang Ling's eyes with extreme speed.
If the long arm span hits, Fang Ling might be killed in one shot, or one of his eyes might be gouged out.
It seems critical, but it is actually expected.
The sickle technique is not practiced in vain.
Fang Ling's right hand holding the sickle tilted slightly, leaving a bloody wound on his arm, and at the same time he used the handle to push it away.
The young man's attack was in vain.
At some point, Fang Ling had raised his left hand and aimed at a weak spot.
"Hah!" He shouted loudly with his eyes shining.
The sickle in the right hand disappears and suddenly appears in the left hand.
The sickle in his hand trembled like a snake, and he chopped the kidney-deficient young man between his legs.
No selection for cutting.
Too much pain will drive the enemy crazy.
If he fought back madly regardless of the blood and pain, Fang Ling would have no choice but to run away.
So he chose the back of the knife, which was thicker and would not cut it.
As long as he hits it, with his pair of unicorn arms, he can let this fallen soul master experience what it means to lose everything and what it means to suffer continuous damage!
With the sensitive nerves on it, it is enough to greatly change his fighting posture.
"Crack~"
The blow was so powerful that it seemed as if the young man's pubic bone was broken, making a crisp sound.
"ah--!"
A short cry was heard, and the young man's eyes bulged out and his face turned red like a monkey's butt.
In an instant, beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
I unconsciously wanted to bend down and cover the part that was hit.
But when he thought about the fact that he was still fighting, his movements stopped forcibly and he looked extremely stiff.
Fang Ling saw the opportunity and quickly adjusted the direction with his toes. He kicked the arm that was waving around to stop Fang Ling from approaching with his left prosthesis, which had been replaced with iron wood and covered with iron sheets.
The arm of the young man who was kicking was caught in a branch.
The sickle reappeared, this time aimed at the fatal neck.
Fang Ling rushed forward quickly, turned sharply, and slashed upward with a knife, and blood gushed out.
Then he tapped the young man's chest with his right foot, stepped back to a safe distance, and waited quietly.
The pale-faced young man knelt weakly on the ground, covering his throat and making a hoarse sound.
Finally, he looked at Fang Ling with reluctance, and his eyes fell into darkness and eternal silence.
Fang Ling didn't go to see him again.
The illusory gray panel in front of my eyes changed again.
The progress bar suddenly increased, filling up instantly, and producing a little bit of output.
Points: 0→1
Killing a soul master earns a full point!
As expected, I still have to kill soul masters!
Fang Ling's eyes flashed with excitement.
Immediately add these points to the soul power column.
The points are reset to zero again, and the soul power changes from 5 (37%) to 6 (37%).
Level six!
As long as he reaches level four, Fang Ling can report to the academy and obtain a spirit ring.
Therefore, he chose to graduate early and go to a big city to study in an intermediate soul master academy.
Junior college is just a stepping stone.
Fang Ling's goal was very clear. He would never stay here for six years like Tang San and Xiao Wu and then go to that crappy Shrek Academy.
His short-term goal is the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.
Now, Fang Ling has felt the limitations of practicing skills alone.
Therefore, I am more eager to carry out systematic learning to make up for the shortcomings.
The path of a soul master becomes increasingly difficult as you advance higher.
If Fang Ling wants to take the path of close combat, he must not be impetuous and cannot relax even a little bit.
Being able to achieve twice the result with half the effort in skill training is extremely beneficial for close combat.
He doesn't need to worry about soul power, he needs more skills.
Then, with the help of Bibi Dong, he soared into the sky in the City of Slaughter
!
The branches were separated and the sound of leaves falling could be heard.
Fang Ling, who was about to touch the corpse as usual, paused.
He took a few steps back, staring at the direction where the sound came from, his eyes filled with vigilance, and the sickle reappeared in his hand.
It's so hot in the middle of the day, why would anyone come here?
The next moment, three handsome young men appeared in front of Fang Ling.
He was wearing a white suit inlaid with gold thread, with three pairs of white wings embroidered on the left chest. In the middle of the wings was a gem with the word "Wu" on it.
They are from the Spirit Hall!
The three pairs of white wings represent the six-winged holy angels.
They should be here to hunt down this evil soul master.
Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor's gaze moved back and forth between the corpse kneeling on the ground with its buttocks facing the sky and Fang Ling.
The leading man looked closely at the sickle in his hand and the prosthetic limb on his left foot. His expression was even more astonished. He gestured with his chin:
"Boy, did you kill him?"
"certainly!"
The leading man exclaimed in amazement and immediately released his martial spirit.
A pair of pure white wings spread out, emitting a faint sacred light, which finally made Fang Ling feel relieved.
Seeing this, he stretched out a hand and exclaimed: "Good boy! Let me meet you."
"The Spirit Hall Angel Corps Demon Hunting Battalion, team leader, Qian Yao."
"Team member, Qian Chaolong"
"Team member, Qian Feiguang."
"My name is Fang Ling, and I'm still studying at Notting College." Fang Ling paused, smiled and shook his hand.
Emphasize that you should not lick the Spirit Hall, but go your own way.
(End of this chapter)