Chapter 12 (1/2)

”Ding Sanshi?”

Wang Jian lowered his head and murmured, then turned his mouth slightly and showed a smile. How could this sound like a standard villain's name?

Ding Sanshi pushed away the crowd and had already brought four followers to the front of Tianxing soul teacher college. His eyes were fixed on Wang Jian, less than five meters away from him.

And Wang Jian also looked at him with great interest, accurately speaking, the system panel beside them.

Name: Ding Sanshi

Martial spirit: iron sword

Soul power: level 42

Risk level: n

”Very weak.”

Wang Jian muttered that although Ding Sanshi's soul power is one level higher than that of him, the threat assessed by the system is only the lowest n level. If there is not a necessary assessment, Wang Jian estimated that the system would not even give an N level assessment.

And with Ding Sanshi's side a few little bastards are even weaker. Although they are all soul masters, the one with the highest soul power is only level 18, weak chicken!

Just as Wang Jian was secretly tucking away, the system make complaints about his voice.

”Ding! Task release

”Mission name: security academy!”

”Mission Description: Tianxing college has just been established and its foundation is still shallow. In order to protect the college and show its strength, please repel the enemy.”

”Reward: Soul power increased by one level.”

Wang Jian's eyes flashed a faint light. He immediately looked up at Ding Sanshi and asked, ”why did you say that?”

Ding Sanshi sneered: ”waste is always waste, and there is no hope of success. Which title Douluo have you ever seen is a waste soul, and which title Douluo has only half level or one level of innate soul power?”

Parents standing outside the door glare at Ding Sanshi. Many people gnash their teeth and stare at him, hoping to eat him.

Ding Sanshi stood with a negative hand and turned a blind eye to the cannibalism behind him.

Just as he said, he thinks so in his heart. If he doesn't have enough talent, it's wishful thinking to become a soul master. If he doesn't become a soul master, how can he be afraid of offending a group of ordinary people?

Wang Jian began to laugh, his whole body was full of soul power, and four circles of soul rings appeared on the soles of his feet.

White, white, white, white.

The four circle soul ring is as warm as jade. It doesn't look like any ordinary product, but the pure white color can't deceive people.

The eyes of the people who had some insight at the scene became strange, including Dai mubai who was hiding in the crowd.

The only one who didn't feel surprised was Peng fan, who was hiding in the crowd. Knowing that Wang Jian was powerful, he gritted his teeth and glared at Ding Sanshi. He scolded angrily: ”beat that guy!”

Ding Sanshi almost laughs. Are they all ten-year soul rings?

As long as you are a soul master, you know that ten years' soul ring is the weakest one! Even as the first soul ring is not qualified. If you are a soul master from a clan or family background, the first Soul Ring must be a century old one.

The first Soul Ring of the soul master from the college is ten years old. Although there are many, the second one must be hundred years old.

And up to the fourth ring is the ring of ten years? Ding Sanshi has never heard of it!

But... This guy seems to be in his early twenties at most. How can he have such high soul power?

This made Ding Sanshi a little suspicious.