nyslfriends Chapter 11 Haotian appears and the mirror system is activated
Chapter 11 Haotian appears and the mirror system is activated
Chapter 11 Haotian appears and the mirror system is activated
Jiang Siming climbed out of the water. He used his soul power to evaporate the moisture on his body. He had just taken two steps when a big hand suddenly came up and pushed him back into the water.
"Oh my god, are you kidding me? What's going on?" Jiang Siming was confused. But he didn't feel any murderous intent, so he didn't think much about it. He looked up again and was about to curse, but when he saw the other person, he immediately held back what he wanted to say.
"Hao, Uncle Hao. Why is it you?" Jiang Siming said embarrassedly.
Jiang Siming originally thought that if Zhao Wuji hadn't made a move, Tang Hao wouldn't have appeared again. Unexpectedly, he came to find him. As expected, after beating the younger, the older one comes.
"Follow me." Tang Hao said and walked towards the woods on his own.
Jiang Siming looked helpless and could only follow.
Deep in the woods.
"Hmph" Jiang Siming suddenly felt a pressure coming towards him.
"Pay attention to the feeling and activate your soul power." Tang Hao's voice sounded.
Jiang Siming sat on the ground and circulated his soul power.
"This is the strength of a Titled Douluo. Just a hint of pressure has slowed down the circulation of my soul power."
A quarter of an hour later, the pressure disappeared, and Jiang Siming opened his eyes. He had broken through level 30.
"Ding, sign in for the mission, obtain the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring in the Sunset Forest."
Jiang Siming slowly stood up and looked directly at Tang Hao.
"You don't seem surprised to see me." Tang Hao's emotionless voice sounded again.
"You don't have to answer. Everyone has their own secrets. Just like the elixir you asked Xiao San to give me. Thank you for the elixir." Tang Hao said again.
"Xiao San trusts you very much and hopes you won't do anything to hurt him." Tang Hao spoke again, with a hint of hidden pleading and tenderness in his words.
"Uncle Hao, I don't know what you are going to do. I know you are definitely not an ordinary person. But Uncle Hao, what really makes Xiao San sad is your sudden departure. Xiao San's mind is much more mature than you think, and he is actually very worried about you. Your departure hit him hard. After all, you are his only relative in this world." Jiang Siming said reluctantly. After all, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings for Tang San since he grew up with him.
"I know, it seems Xiao San was right about you. You are indeed trustworthy. But you and Xiao San are powerless to deal with me now. I want to take back what Xiao San and I lost." Tang Hao's eyes were extremely firm.
"Uncle Hao, I know I can't stop you. Here are three pills. The same ones I gave you last time. I hope you can make the right choice." Jiang Siming said as he threw out three pills.
"Thanks, Siming." After saying that, Tang Hao leaped away.
Jiang Siming sighed helplessly. When he was reading the original novel, he still felt a little sorry for the part where Tang Hao returned to the sect after cutting his bones. The high-spirited Haotian Douluo became a cripple. It was really sad.
Jiang Siming didn't know whether the elixir he gave could cure Tang Hao's old injury. Maybe only when the injury was healed, he would have the confidence to do what he wanted. Jiang Siming was not a saintly bitch, and certainly not a heartless and ungrateful person. Jiang Siming believed that man could conquer nature in those tragedies that were destined to happen.
Tang Hao's appearance suddenly made Jiang Siming feel pressured. At this moment, Jiang Siming realized that his peaceful life was running out. After a long period of comfortable life and no rivals, Jiang Siming had forgotten the cruelty of this continent.
The moment when the Soul Master Competition ended was also the moment when Jiang Siming had to make a decision. Now all Jiang Siming had to do was to become as strong as possible.
Night gradually fell.
Jiang Siming returned to the dormitory and began his evening meditation practice.
"Ding, sensing the host's strong desire to become stronger. Activating the mirror combat system."
Jiang Siming, who was meditating, gradually fell into a dream. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a white space.
"Damn, what's going on? Am I dead or ascended to heaven?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating the mirror world."
"System, you said I am in the mirror world? Is it in another world?" Jiang Siming asked back.
"Ding, this world is a virtual world, specially designed to train the host's actual combat ability. Do you want to start mirror training?" The system's mechanical voice sounded.
"Is it so magical? Then I'm going to fight ten of them." Jiang Siming said in a childish way.
"Ding, friendly reminder, the mirror image is a replica of the host. Its purpose is to find out the host's own shortcomings. The replica has all the abilities of the host."
"Ding, the mirror image was generated successfully, and the number of generated images is ten. The host has ten seconds to prepare, and the countdown begins."
"Ten, nine, eight,."
Ten people who looked exactly like Jiang Siming suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Damn, it's so realistic. He's as handsome as me." Jiang Siming said narcissistically.
Jiang Siming was just about to rub it carefully.
"The timer is over, let's start training."
"Bang!" One of the mirror images punched Jiang Siming in the chest. Jiang Siming flew backwards instantly.
"Damn, what's going on? I'm not ready yet. My fist really hurts." Jiang Siming squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
Jiang Siming had just stood firm when the mirror image of Jiang Siming's fist attacked him again.
Jiang Siming blocked it with his left hand, and just when he was about to feel proud, his vision suddenly went dark. Another Jiang Siming's fist hit him in the face.
"It hurts," Jiang Siming cried out in pain.
"Okay, you pirates. I'm going to beat you up."
Zhen Jiang Siming released his martial soul, holding the Juexian Sword in his left hand and the Luxian Sword in his right hand. He swung his left and right hands at the same time, and the sword energy spread across the sky in an instant.
Before Jiang Siming could feel proud, ten shadows of the Donghuang Bells stood in front of him, blocking all the sword energy.
"It's exactly the same!" Jiang Siming wailed.
"I shouldn't have pretended to be so awesome if I had known. Why would I have to fight ten of them? One would be enough. Why didn't I realize that I am so powerful?" Jiang Siming was also flattering himself unconsciously.
Jiang Siming spent the entire night being beaten badly.
the next day.
During the daily morning exercises, Zhao Wuji faced a mad Jiang Siming. He felt helpless.
"I haven't offended him recently, it's like I stole his wife." Zhao Wuji, with a bruised face, finally escaped from the battle.
At this time, Jiang Siming was also in a miserable state. Although Zhao Wuji did not fight with all his strength, the strength of the Soul Saint was there, and the two of them hurt each other. The other people who got up early to run were confused.
"Brother Si Ming, what happened? It's like he became a different person overnight. Did Teacher Zhao do something to him?" Ma Hongjun said obscenely.
"Fatty! As your brother, I feel it is my obligation to improve your strength." Jiang Siming staggered to his feet and said viciously.
The others couldn't help laughing when they saw Jiang Siming's bruised face. Even the cold Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"It seems that you all need my care." Jiang Siming said and rushed towards the crowd.
An hour later...
(End of this chapter)