Upon hearing this, Wang Li did not hesitate, raised his right hand, and said softly:
"Martial Spirit Release!"
White light shone through his body, and then Wang Li could be seen surrounded by blue silver grass, with a yellow soul ring floating up and down.
Seeing this, Mr. Ling was not so happy. Instead, he frowned and took out the information about Wang Li from his arms again and began to check it.
His name was Wang Li. His martial soul had mutated into Blue Silver Grass. His innate soul power was level three. He cultivated very quickly, going from level three to level ten in less than a year...
The more Old Ling looked at it, the more helpless he felt. It was like a flaw appearing on a perfect work of art. Wang Li, who was so talented, had an irreparable flaw.
His martial soul is just blue silver grass. The mutated martial soul makes him talented, but the martial soul that mutated from blue silver grass is destined to prevent him from becoming a great soul master.
At this time, Elder Ling looked at Wang Li with a look of pity in his eyes. He tried hard to force a smile and said comfortingly:
"It doesn't matter. The mutated blue silver grass is also very powerful."
Wang Li was stunned for a moment. He saw regret in Elder Ling's eyes. He had seen this emotion in the eyes of more than one person: Dean Zhang Wei, Director Su Mo, Master Ma Xiunuo, and Elder Ling...
This is how the people in Douluo Continent are. They are superstitious and stubborn in believing that a person's achievements depend on his martial spirit.
Wang Li was not worried but happy. Let it be a misunderstanding. If he put the blame on his martial soul, his real secret could be hidden better.
His talent is excellent because of his mutated martial soul. His achievements are destined to be limited because his martial soul mutated from blue silver grass. This can explain his rapid increase in soul power and make people subconsciously look down on him. This excuse is simply impeccable.
Then the king left and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Ling. What should I do next?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Ling slowly walked to the center of the room. With the words "Martial Spirit Possessed", the muscles on his seemingly old body bulged again, and the hair all over his body grew wildly, turning into brown hair. Every strand of hair stood up, like a giant lion standing up.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, four soul rings floated around him. The violent momentum and the majesty of the beast were all revealed at this moment.
Then he said to Wang Li:
"I won't use my soul skills. You use your first soul skill against me. I want to see how effective your martial soul and soul skills are in actual combat."
Soul Sect, actual combat!
Wang Li's eyes lit up immediately. This was a good opportunity to gain experience. He first said politely:
"Okay, Mr. Ling, be careful!"
Then his first soul ring shone with light, and in just a moment, the blue silver grass around him grew rapidly in the wind, and the twelve blue silver vines separated into two rows, the six blue silver vines in the upper row shot out, and the six blue silver vines in the lower row were ready to go.
Facing the oncoming blue-silver vines, Old Ling did not dodge or evade, allowing the blue-silver vines to wrap him up like a dumpling.
At this time, Old Ling finally exerted his strength. With the Soul Master-level soul power, even if he didn't use all his strength, he was able to easily break free and tear all the vines into pieces.
But his eyes were full of brilliance, and he tore the vines into pieces easily. That was because he was a Soul Sect leader. Ordinary soul masters, even those with strength, would not easily break free once they were tied up.
This shows that Wang Li's martial soul and soul skills can play a big role in actual combat, and they are not useless.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air. It turned out that another six blue-silver vines were shooting towards where Old Ling was again.
This time, Old Ling did not take it head-on, but began to retreat quickly. Even though these vines were quite resilient, they were still meaningless if he couldn't catch anyone.
Old Ling retreated, and the blue silver vines continued to chase him. The blue silver vines that were originally torn into pieces by Old Ling also grew rapidly back to their original shape under the influence of Wang Li's soul power, and began to encircle and capture him.
There were a total of twelve blue-silver vines, divided into two groups of six. One group kept chasing him, while the other group surrounded him. They were extremely flexible and coordinated, gradually cutting off all his retreat routes and even forcing him into a corner.
Elder Ling became more and more interested. Since there was no way to retreat, he would go straight to Wang Li and roared:
"roar!"
The huge soul power exploded like a storm, and the blue silver vines, which were originally extremely flexible and tacit, stopped directly in the storm.
Old Ling stretched out his hands, and half-foot-long nails popped out from his fingertips, like daggers, sharp and pointed. With a wave of his hand, he quickly cleared the vines in front of him and then shot out, targeting Wang Li.
The terrifying feeling of oppression made Wang Li's breathing suffocate, but he didn't want it to end so easily, so he took a quick step and dodged immediately.
Old Ling's pounce missed, and he looked in astonishment at Wang Li, who was jumping up and down and moving flexibly. Wang Li brought him so many surprises.
Before he could think any further, the blue silver vines behind him chased him again. Old Ling had no choice but to give up on Wang Li temporarily and began to clear away the blue silver vines that were chasing him.
To be honest, Old Ling was a little depressed. He had said that he would not use his soul skills, but without using soul skills, relying only on his claws, he would not be able to completely deal with the endless blue silver vines that would grow again after being broken.
He wanted to capture the thief and the leader, so he caught Wang Li, but this kid was slippery and kept jumping up and down and running.
However, Elder Ling was still very pleased. Wang Li was talented, practiced quickly, and performed well in actual combat. Apart from that martial soul, he was very satisfied with Wang Li in every aspect.
In fact, at this point, the significance of the test has been achieved, but Old Ling also has a temper, and he must catch this jumping kid.
Without using any soul skills, Old Ling cleared the vines and tried to capture Wang Li, but the results were not ideal.
After a long while, all the vines suddenly retreated like the tide, and even Wang Li's speed slowed down.
Old Ling seized this opportunity, leaped in front of Wang Li, grabbed him and lifted him up. Looking at this boy who made him both happy and depressed, he did not get angry, but smiled and sighed:
"You kid are quite hard to catch!"
Wang Li smiled naively, his face with thick eyebrows and big eyes full of sincerity, and said:
"Old Master Ling is so powerful that even without his soul skills, I can't do anything to him."
Wang Li was very happy. Although he had used up all his soul power, even though Wang Li had a lot of soul power, Old Ling destroyed too quickly and his soul power was not enough, not enough at all. However, he gained more than 200 experience points, which was the biggest gain so far.
Elder Ling put Wang Li down and released the spirit from his body. He said unhappily:
"The fact that I couldn't catch you for a long time is enough for you to be proud of yourself..."
At this point, Mr. Ling laughed again:
"This time, our college has actually recruited a talented new student!"