Chapter 53 Gray Eyes

"Is this... Clear Sky Hammer?" On the high platform, Wang Yan's gaze froze. He recognized the hammer in Wang Dong's hand at a glance. It was not a weapon he carried with him, but a martial spirit. It once represented the most advanced existence among weapon martial spirits.

The Haotian Hammer of the Haotian Sect!
Holding the Clear Sky Hammer, Wang Dong's eyes became even more fierce, and his desire to defeat Xiao Yan became stronger. He casually swung the black hammer in his hand twice, and directly smashed several holes in the surrounding ground.

“Xiao Yan, take my hammer, hammer the name Haotian!” Staring at Xiao Yan with a strong fighting spirit, Wang Dong grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and shouted softly: “Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique!”

The next second, Wang Dong stomped his foot on the ground fiercely, an explosion sounded, and his body trembled slightly, and then he rushed towards Xiao Yan.

Ten thousand years ago, in the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition, contestants were not allowed to use any weapons except their martial souls. Ten thousand years later, with the emergence of soul guides, the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition had the addition of soul masters, and soul guides, weapons, hidden weapons, armor and many other items were allowed to be used. It's just that most of the Douluo weapons were of poor quality, so few people used weapons in the Soul Master Competition.

Influenced by the Continental Elite Spirit Master Competition, weapons are also allowed in the Shrek Academy's freshman assessment. However, few people use weapons because, in their opinion, martial spirits may be more direct and practical.

Looking at Wang Dong who was rushing towards him with the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, Xiao Yan was not afraid at all. He slowly grasped the handle of the ruler and pulled it out suddenly. The Xuanzhong ruler brought up a gust of oppressive wind and pointed obliquely at the ground. The strong wind from the ruler directly blew up the dust on the ground. A faint yellow fighting spirit lingered on the surface of its body.

Just when Wang Dong was about to reach in front of Xiao Yan, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he tightly grasped the Xuan Zhongchi in his hand and swung it fiercely towards the front. Suddenly, the black giant hammer was stopped by the Zhongchi.

"Qiang!"

When the Xuan Zhong Chi and the Hao Tian Hammer collided, a sound of metal and iron that echoed throughout the venue was suddenly heard, sparks flew, and a circle of tiny energy ripples spread out from the contact point.

Immediately, the two of them were deadlocked in place.

However, at this moment, the third ghost of the Huang family who had fainted on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red and his face looked a little hideous. Circles of black air swirled around his body, which looked a little weird.

Immediately afterwards, the third purple soul ring on the three ghosts of the Huang family lit up.

The next second, several balls of rolling black mist flew out from the bodies of the three ghosts of the Huang family, releasing faint rays of light. A series of illusory souls with red eyes burst out of their bodies like evil ghosts, and finally let out a shrill scream that made one's blood boil, and rushed towards Xiao Yan to bite him.

On the high platform, Wang Yan looked at the countless souls rushing towards Xiao Yan, his face suddenly changed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Is this... an evil martial spirit?"

"Xiao Yan, be careful behind you!" Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu, who were fighting with Xiao Xiao, were also shocked when they saw the scene in front of them and shouted anxiously.

Just when Wang Yan was about to release his martial spirit, the Panlong Stick, and rush into the field to save the situation, he was surprised to find that an ancient, cold and extremely powerful aura suddenly appeared in the field, causing him to unconsciously stand still.

It was at this moment that Xiao Yan's body suddenly trembled slightly, and then his dark eyes turned gray, a terrifying gray that was full of death.

At the same time, Xiao Yan's sea of ​​​​consciousness also turned gray at this moment. The gray bead that had been dormant in his mind also disappeared at this moment. An old voice sounded in his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"Oh? The breath of death, such a familiar smell." Xiao Yan was surprised to find that he had lost control of his body. When he was about to ask Yao Lao, the latter's voice rang in his mind: "Xiao Yan, it seems that the old guy living in your spiritual sea has taken action."

"He seems to be helping you, let's just wait and see for now."

Then, Xiao Yan found that the soul power in his body was boiling. His spiritual eyes, which had turned gray, suddenly became crystal clear. The next second, the gray light filled with the breath of death flickered slightly in his eyes.

"Ah!" A gray light flashed, and Wang Dong suddenly let out a scream, but what followed was that his forehead suddenly lit up. It was a pattern similar to a golden trident. Then a ball of golden light exploded at an astonishing speed, protecting his body firmly in it, and the area within a radius of dozens of meters appeared dazzling.

A few seconds later, Wang Dong fell backwards heavily and fell into a coma.

On the other side, the national treasure tripod disappeared quietly, and Xiao Xiao also fell unconscious due to exhaustion. As for the three Huang family ghosts, they were lying on the ground with extreme convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and their eyes rolled up, as if they were having a seizure.

At the same time, those black soul bodies that were hissing towards Xiao Yan were also directly purified into nothingness in the instant just now.

At this moment, the only ones who had not fallen were Xiao Yan and the Lan sisters. Xiao Yan let out a long breath, then turned his gaze to the referee's seat and said loudly, "I wonder if we win this game?"

"It's done... it's done. The game is over, Xiao Yan's team from Class 7 wins!"

Hearing Xiao Yan's voice, the referee hurriedly stood up and announced.

As the referee's voice fell, the entire square was suddenly filled with overwhelming cheers. Amidst the torrent-like sound waves, the entire square was shaking. Countless freshmen stood up from the stands and looked at the black-robed young man in the field, their eyes filled with envy and awe.

At the same time, there were also doubts, why a spirit master with a ten-year spirit ring could be so strong? How did he defeat the three ghosts of the Huang family and Wang Dong?

Bowing slightly, Xiao Yan, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, waved his hand and sucked the Xuan Zhong ruler that was stuck in the ground over. He grabbed it, inserted it on his back with his backhand, raised his hand and waved towards Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu who were not far away, then lightly tapped the ground with his toes and flashed down the stage.

At the same time, Wang Yan, the invigilator, quickly came to Wang Dong and checked her body. Fortunately, she was just unconscious and not really hurt. However, Wang Yan hurriedly picked up Wang Dong and sent him and the other two to the college's infirmary.

"What exactly happened just now? How did Xiao Yan escape danger and defeat Wang Dong? Could it be that his original spirit, the Spirit Eye, awakened for the second time?" While running, Wang Yan was thinking about everything that had just happened.

"It must be, otherwise, why would Xiao Yan's eyes turn gray? However, what skill did he use at the beginning? It doesn't look like a spirit skill. I have to find a chance to ask this kid about it later when I have time."

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