"By the way, there is something I need to tell you." Tang San looked at Ye Zhiqiu, Xiao Wu and others, and suddenly said mysteriously.
"What?" Xiao Wu asked curiously.
Ye Zhiqiu was very insightful. After recalling the plot, he understood.
At this point in time, Tang San is probably going to go to the Soul Hunting Forest with Master Yu Xiaogang to obtain his first soul ring.
It looks like a Mandragora Snake Soul Ring that is more than 400 years old.
Sure enough, Tang San said the next moment: "Tomorrow I have to go to the Soul Hunting Forest with my teacher to obtain the first soul ring, so I greeted you in advance."
After Xiao Wu heard Tang San's answer, she seemed to become a little depressed and muttered something softly. Tang San didn't hear it clearly, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
"Go ahead, and remember to be careful." Ye Zhiqiu patted Tang San's shoulder.
Tang San's trip to hunt for his first spirit ring was somewhat tortuous, but the ending was good, and Ye Zhiqiu was not too worried.
Tang San smiled and said, "With the teacher accompanying you, don't worry. It's you, Qiu, who wants to hunt soul beasts and obtain soul rings alone that makes me worried."
"What? Brother Qiu wants to hunt spirit rings alone?"
"No way, that's too dangerous."
"That's right."
Wang Sheng and others exclaimed.
Then they all tried to persuade Ye Zhiqiu to give up this suicidal idea. After all, hunting soul beasts alone was too dangerous. Didn't you see Yu Xiaogang, a level 29 soul master, almost being killed by a 400-year-old mandrake snake?
What level is Ye Zhiqiu at? And he doesn't even have a spirit ring.
However, Ye Zhiqiu had made up his mind. He wanted to hunt spirit rings alone for a reason, because he wanted his first spirit ring to be at least a thousand years old.
So, if he asks his mentor to go with him to obtain the spirit ring, wouldn't that scare the mentor to death?
The college instructor would definitely not agree to his suicidal request.
In order to avoid trouble, Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to choose this method of hunting alone.
On the other hand, he also had to be fully prepared, with a physique strong enough to withstand a thousand-year soul ring, at least a three-magatama Sharingan or a more advanced Mangekyō, plus the final Eight Gates.
Only after all this is prepared will Ye Zhiqiu consider entering the Soul Hunting Forest alone.
The goal he set for himself was to get two rings within one year.
At the same time, this year was also the time he gave Shukaku to improve his origin and enhance his physical fitness, and to take advantage of people like Xiao Chenyu.
At night, Dormitory 7 becomes quiet, without the noise of the day.
Tang San sat cross-legged on the bed to practice as usual. He only slept for a few hours a day and spent most of his time practicing Xuantian Gong, replacing sleep with practice.
The rest of the people had already fallen asleep, and some were still talking in their dreams.
Ye Zhiqiu lay in bed with his eyes slightly closed, unable to sleep. He was thinking about his mental state during the fight that day.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Zhiqiu never thought of himself as a war-loving and bloodthirsty person. He had a bottom line in doing things.
And because of a verbal dispute, he used harsh measures against some students who were still children in his eyes. This obviously touched his bottom line.
What caused me to become like this?
Is it his character? The influence of Shukaku's true nature? Or is it the result of losing himself after his power surged?
Ye Zhiqiu frowned in thought. He remembered someone in his previous life saying that the greater the power, the more one must have a matching mentality to perfectly control it.
Otherwise, it is not you who are controlling the power, but the power that is controlling you.
Ye Zhiqiu forgot who said this, so let's just assume it was said by Lu Xun.
If one views cultivation as having two sides, one for cultivating immortality and the other for cultivating demons, then Ye Zhiqiu's reaction during the day was more like that of a demon cultivator.
This state is very dangerous. During a battle, if both sides are at the same level and cannot crush each other, the battle will be about who is calmer and can seize the opportunity.
In this state of mindless devotion, Ye Zhiqiu clearly had no brains at all. Therefore, he had to put an end to this state.
How to prevent it? That is the question!
Perhaps, you can find more people to practice with and make the flow of energy in your body a habit?
At the same time, you can also improve your combat skills?
As Ye Zhiqiu was thinking, his consciousness gradually became dull and he fell asleep.
The next morning, Ye Zhiqiu felt a little itchy on his face in a daze.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a round little face looking at him mischievously, with eyes narrowed into beautiful crescent shapes. Who else could it be but Xiao Wu?
"Silly girl!" Ye Zhiqiu complained, raised his hands, lifted the quilt to cover his head and wanted to continue sleeping.
"Who are you calling a dead girl?" Xiao Wu came up angrily and pulled off Ye Zhiqiu's quilt.
Ye Zhiqiu naturally refused to let go. "I have been sealed by the bed demon. No one can wake me up today."
As the two of them pulled back and forth, only a "ripping" sound was heard.
There was a big hole in the quilt.
Ye Zhiqiu's face darkened. Damn it. This is my new quilt.
Xiao Wu quickly let go like a frightened little rabbit. She put her hands behind her back, turned her head away, and rolled her big dark eyes with an innocent expression.
"Puchi." Wang Sheng couldn't help but make them laugh out loud.
Ye Zhiqiu glared at them, then looked around. Tang San was not in the dormitory, but everyone else was there.
"Brother Qiu, the third boss has disappeared since early this morning. He must have followed the master to the Soul Hunting Forest. Today is the opening ceremony of Notting College, and Sister Xiaowu is just trying to get you up with good intentions." After being glared at by Ye Zhiqiu, Wang Sheng became much more obedient and explained to Xiaowu in a serious manner.
"Okay, it's just a quilt. I don't blame her." Ye Zhiqiu replied casually, stretched, got up and started washing.
Since it was the opening ceremony, Ye Zhiqiu naturally had to go and see it.
The opening ceremony of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is held in the playground, starting at nine in the morning. If students have nothing else to do, they must be present.
Ye Zhiqiu and his group first went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then walked slowly towards the playground, talking and laughing along the way.
When the students on the main road saw Ye Zhiqiu and his group of part-time students coming over, they all hurriedly made way, fearing that they would not be able to avoid them.
Pointing at them on both sides.
Ye Zhiqiu and the others didn't know that the part-time students of their class had already become completely famous in Notting Junior Soul Master College, and it was a reputation they had earned.
Among Xiao Chenyu's group of senior students, many of them were seriously injured and were still lying in the college infirmary.
This kind of passing by was like a clearing phenomenon, and it became more obvious after Ye Zhiqiu and his group arrived at the playground.
Basically all the students stayed far away from their area, glancing at them from a distance from time to time and talking about them.
This kind of treatment was only enjoyed by Xiao Chenyu and his group before. Ye Zhiqiu felt helpless. It seemed that he had indeed caused quite a stir yesterday. Look how scared these little lambs were.
However, it seems that brushing negative emotion values will be much more convenient in the future.