The wind lynx was lying quietly on the tree, but when he saw so many people, he immediately became alert.
It's furious.
His body arched, his pupils contracted sharply, and his big mouth opened, revealing four sharp fangs.
A heart-stirring roar emanated from the huge, ferocious mouth.
He made a gesture to signal all teachers to be on guard around them, as the dean's martial spirit was possessed.
The ears turned into cat ears, a tail grew behind him, and his claws became sharp.
The coat is yellow with black ring spots in a round or oval plum blossom pattern.
It was a mid-to-high level beast spirit, the Golden Cheetah!
As a sensitive attack beast spirit, its extremely fast speed and attack power were what this spirit was particularly good at.
The moment the martial spirit possessed the dean, he immediately pounced over.
The body is surrounded by four dazzling halos of yellow, yellow, purple and purple, which is the best soul ring configuration in the usual sense.
The wind lynx was running away, but it couldn't escape at all.
An ordinary wind lynx can't even outrun a leopard, let alone a powerful fighting spirit sect like the dean.
The spirit rings were useless. He grabbed the wind lynx's neck accurately and then shook his hand gently.
The wind lynx's body shook violently and it immediately stopped struggling.
This was a precise shock that broke the spine, and the brain could no longer control the body.
Its head was still biting the air, but its body had completely drooped.
The limbs also became limp and drooped along with the body.
It was like an octopus with a lynx's head, suddenly becoming weak and boneless.
Only the mouth remained hard.
The dean broke its lower jaw to prevent it from hurting anyone, and then immediately jumped down from the tree.
He walked towards the Mountain Rat Soul Master who was already expecting it, put the Wind Lynx on the ground, and handed over a dagger: "Come on, kill it quickly."
"Yes!" The Mountain Rat Soul Master responded respectfully and immediately took it.
My hands were still shaking a little, and I couldn't suppress my excitement.
Amid the encouraging or envious gazes of the crowd, he first took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Then his face turned cruel, his eyes widened with anger, and he stabbed the dagger into the wind lynx's eyes.
As the wind lynx died, a circle of faint white light began to gradually rise from its body.
The white light was floating vaguely in the air, and it seemed that it would dissipate at any time.
Then a hazy circle of light formed, floating above the body of the wind lynx.
"Your Mountain Rat Martial Soul is probably a quick attack Martial Soul. Quick attacks require agility, and the Wind Lynx is just the right one."
The dean gave some pointers, and seeing that the Mountain Rat Soul Master was a little at a loss, he reminded him softly.
"Sit cross-legged on the ground, use your soul power to attract it, then start meditating and absorbing it. Remember to stay awake during the absorption process."
How to absorb spirit rings was taught in class.
However, most soul masters don't like to learn, so it doesn't hurt to explain it again now.
"If the soul ring is not absorbed, it will dissipate in two hours. You must remember this."
The Mountain Rat Soul Master was absorbing the soul ring. Fang Ling looked at him with a hint of envy. Soul ring!
It was a pity that the ten-year soul ring was a bit low.
However, for the students present who generally have no talent, the difference between ten years and a hundred years is not that big.
As for why we know that their talents are not good?
It's very simple.
He only reached level ten in the sixth grade, just meeting the threshold for obtaining a spirit ring. One can imagine what his talent is like.
It would take too long to absorb a ten-year spirit ring, and soon the Mountain Rat Spirit Master had absorbed all the spirit rings.
He jumped up from the ground, opened his eyes, and his temperament had changed.
Become more ferocious.
Having seen blood and committed intentional killing, they are no longer the same as the original students.
The Mountain Rat Martial Spirit possessed his body, and a white halo surrounded his body, rotating slowly.
He seemed extremely excited and was about to say something when the dean stopped him.
"Soul skills are a person's secret. We are just passers-by, so there is no need to tell us." "Remember, don't tell anyone you don't trust!"
"Yes!" everyone responded.
The dean smiled and said, "Okay, that went well. Next!"
Everyone was encouraged and the atmosphere in the team was gradually heating up.
Sixty years of Torch Leaf Butterfly, ninety years of Devil's Ivy, fifty years of Black Gold Tiger...
The acquisition of the soul ring went smoothly without any problems.
After a night of rest without any incident, the next morning.
The group set off again.
After watching for so long, it was finally Fang Ling's turn!
Because his position was relatively fixed, he was the last one.
Everyone stood in one place.
Now the people who got the spirit ring are standing outside guarding.
The three great soul masters were on the outermost side.
The dean was helping to dig the soil with the shovel that Fang Ling brought.
Based on the underground rat tunnels and his own experience, he helped determine the location of the star-nosed mole's nest.
After a while, a fat mole as big as an adult cat was caught.
Its short claws were waving vigorously and it was twisting desperately, but it couldn't break free from the dean's hand.
The pink tentacle at the tip of the nose is just like the stars in the sky, and it does have some similarities with the stars in the night sky.
"One, two... twenty-two."
The dean narrowed his eyes, counted briefly, and then nodded slightly.
"Twenty-two is one hundred and ten years, which is just right for you."
It was able to be easily captured by the dean and had no power to resist. It was no different from those ten-year soul beasts. It really lived up to the name of being weak.
It is simply a shame for the hundred-year-old soul beast!
The dean put the fat mole on the ground, also with its spine broken.
"Come on, kill it quickly and absorb it. Although your body is defective, it should not be a problem to absorb it. Your martial spirit is a sickle, so I won't give you a dagger."
He gave instructions to everyone before they absorbed the spirit ring.
Now, he also gave Fang Ling some pointers:
"You must learn to use your martial spirit more. The sickle is not as straightforward as a sword or knife, so its usage is also different."
"I'm not good at using weapons, so I can only tell you this much. You have to think about it carefully."
"Thank you for your guidance, Dean!" Fang Ling nodded slightly.
Then, he drew his sword decisively, and the sharp sickle blade cut off the star-nosed mole's head.
Faint yellow light began to condense above the star-nosed mole's body.
The hundred-year soul ring is indeed a hundred years old, and it looks much more advanced than the previous white soul ring.
It is clearer, the light is brighter, and the energy contained in it is much greater than it was ten years ago.
After a short wait, a yellow soul ring appeared.
Fang Ling's heart was filled with emotion and he thanked the dean again.
Immediately, he sat on the ground, mobilized his soul power, and began to absorb it immediately.
Neural reflex soul skills, and the most important new expertise, come on!
The yellow light began to float towards the sickle in Fang Ling's right hand.
As the hundred-year soul ring approached, he gradually felt a slight pressure.
The body is slightly stiff.
After a moment of tension, Fang Ling calmed down.
Could it be that he couldn't absorb such a weak soul beast?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The yellow light circle came to the top of Fang Ling's head, and then suddenly shrank, turning into a solid soul power ring the size of a bracelet.
He directly put on Fang Ling's sickle martial spirit.
(End of this chapter)