What did Master Zhao say to them? Did he tell them that they were his disciples? However, although the master had done a lot of research on martial souls, his own strength was not particularly powerful and seemed unlikely to intimidate the mighty dragon snake in front of him.

  As expected, Meng Shu said: "So it's the master's disciple. I didn't think that the master's theory would finally have a chance to be realized. Today, on account of the master, I'll let you off. However, little one, remember that if something like this happens again, I won't care who your master is. Let's go."

  Having said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

  "Grandfather." Meng Yiran looked at her grandfather and grandmother who were about to leave, and suddenly became anxious. "Grandfather, he snatched my Soul Beast twice, is that just going to be it?"

  Meng Shu looked at his granddaughter with some helplessness and said, "Then what do you want to do? Grandpa is already so old, can't really bully the young ones. Let's just forget it."

  Meng Yi still stared stubbornly at her grandfather, "No, it can't end like this. What I couldn't get, he absolutely cannot have either. Since you're not willing to stand up for me, then I'll do it myself. Tang San, if you're a man, let's compete again."

  Tang San furrowed his brow, "You still want to compete with me? Have you forgotten that you were once defeated by my hands?"

  Oscar's sausage indeed had its unique effect, in a short period of time, Tang San's soul power had recovered by 30%, his physical strength also recovering greatly, his complexion having improved significantly.

  Meng nodded firmly, "Yes, I want to have another match with you. Don't think that just because you won last time, you can win me again. And I won't take advantage of your current lack of soul power. We'll compete in something else. You've snatched my Soul Beast twice, so it's only right that I get to decide the method of this match."

  Tang San took a deep breath and felt that his internal condition had improved significantly. He walked forward slowly, "What is the bet?"

  If it were just Meng, he had a great deal of confidence. Although his soul power was insufficient, he could still deploy hidden weapons to counter his opponent. The Zhuge divine crossbow in his hand had already been loaded with a mechanism, although he knew that after Gai Shi Long She's compromise, he couldn't really kill Meng. However, he still had many methods to use hidden weapons to make Meng lose his combat ability.

  Meng Yan glared at Tang San with a scowl, saying: "If you lose, you're not allowed to absorb the soul ring of this Man-Faced Demon Spider. If you win, it will naturally be yours."

  For the Soul Ring of the Man-Faced Demon Spider, Tang San could be said to be in a state of must-get, only by getting it would he be able to quickly recover his strength and find Xiao Wu.

  "Good, what about it?"

  The two old men, Gai Shi and Long She, also didn't rush to leave at this time. They stood aside silently, backing up their granddaughter. The couple occasionally whispered a few words to each other, but it was unclear what they were saying.

  At Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected Meng Yiran to stir up more trouble at this time. In order to let Long Wang spare Tang San, he had already revealed some secrets to Meng Xiu; otherwise, how could the overbearing dragon snake have left so easily?

  Meng Yi was about to speak when Oscar, who had been standing beside Tang San, hastily said: "Wait a minute, this isn't fair."

  Everyone looked at Oscar, and Oscar walked up to Tang San's side, saying, "This human-faced demon spider was clearly killed by Tang San. Even if you had targeted it before, it could only be considered half a kill for one person. Now, only Tang San can absorb this soul ring. This bet of yours is obviously unfair."

  "What do you want then?"

  Oscar chuckled and said, "It's not like we're asking for much. If you lose, naturally you can't stop Tang San from absorbing this soul ring. At the same time, shouldn't you also make some concessions? Our request isn't high, later on, you just need to give Tang San a kiss."

  "Xiao Ao." Zhao Wujie growled in a low voice. He didn't want to provoke the Covering Heaven Dragon Snake again.

  But what surprised Zhao Wuji was that Long Gong Meng Shu suddenly spoke up, "Alright, let's decide on this then. Young people should have some passion." As he said this, a smile appeared on the face of this Dragon Lord for the first time. And on the face of the Snake Woman beside him, a faint flush appeared.

  Oscar had no idea that his request reminded the dragon snake in front of him of a scene from his youth. When Dragon Lord Meng Xuan first met Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang, he took advantage of her under an agreement, and eventually they came together. Although there were many other factors at play, that initial agreement played a crucial role. At that time, Meng Xuan had proposed conditions that were exactly the same as what Oscar was saying now.

  In the eyes of Long Wang and Snake Queen, Tang San's appearance may be ordinary, far inferior to Dai Mubai, but his innate talent and Zhao Wuji's words to Meng Xiu just now have made them very optimistic about this child. For their granddaughter's future, this old couple has already taken precautions. They also want to see if Tang San can defeat their granddaughter again in this situation.

  As for Grandpa's decision, Meng was still somewhat surprised, but she didn't refute it because she had absolute confidence in the battle method she was about to propose.

  Tang San was eager to get the soul ring and didn't care about other things, anyway this bet had no harm for him. He raised his hand and made a please gesture towards Meng Yiran.

  She glared fiercely at Tang San for a moment, then Meng Yiran raised her right hand. On her pale wrist, a sheep-fat white jade ring flashed with a faint light. The light flashed, and a long cloth pouch appeared in her hand. Apparently, her ring was also a soul-guiding instrument.

  The length of the cloth bag was about two feet, and the width was about half a foot. Meng Yiran's hands parted, and the cloth strip had already been divided into two halves. When she turned over the cloth strip, everyone clearly saw that there were many short blades of the same size and style hanging on it.

  The short blade had no guard, and to Tang San's professional eyes, it was clearly a flying knife. The only difference was that the flying knives in Meng Yiran's hands were somewhat crude, with nothing special except for two blood grooves. The handle was about three inches long, and the blade was five inches long. The material was good, shining with a faint light.

  "I have thirty-six Broken Soul Knives here. We'll each take eighteen. Later, I'll get Grandfather to shake a big tree twenty meters away, and leaves will fall down. We'll throw out the Broken Soul Knives at the same time. Whoever hits more leaves wins. However, no matter how many leaves are hit, the Broken Soul Knife must ultimately remain stuck in the trunk of the tree; any Broken Soul Knife that doesn't hit the trunk won't be counted in the final score."

  Meng Yiran confidently spoke out her own trial method. When she finished speaking, however, she found that the people in front of her from Shrek Academy had all become somewhat strange.

  King Zhao's eyes widened and blinked continuously.

  The white tiger's eyes suddenly changed from double pupils to single pupils.

  Oscar covered his mouth with his hand.

  Ma Hongjun stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

  Zhu Zhuqing's icy face had lost all its chill, leaving only a stunned expression.

  Rong Rong let out a snort and burst out laughing.

  And right in front of Meng Yiran, Tang San's face also revealed a somewhat smiling expression. Since Xiao Wu was taken away by the Titan Ape, this was the first time his expression had relaxed, and with a flick of his wrist, he put the Zhuge God Crossbow back into the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night on his waist.

  "Are you all stupid? Or are you afraid to respond?" Meng Yiran looked at the expressions of the people on the Shrek Academy side, feeling a sense of being ridiculed, and suddenly shouted angrily.

  Oscar covered his mouth with his hand, suppressing a smile and said: "Why wouldn't I accept the challenge? Your method of testing is very good, really good." At this time, he was already thinking about where to let Meng Yiran kiss Tang San later.

  Comparing hidden weapons with Tangmen disciples is really great. At this time, even Zhao Wuji's face revealed a hint of a smile.

  Meng still didn't know what everyone was thinking, and looked at Tang San, "Do you want to rest for a while longer? Don't say I'm bullying you."

  Tang San naturally wasn't as cunning as Oscar, and he shook his head helplessly, saying: "As long as you don't say I bullied you later, it's fine. Can we start now?"

  If he were to try something else, Tang San might really need to recover a bit more, but Meng still proposed to compete with him in hidden weapons, this direct disciple who had been practicing the Tang Sect's hidden weapon ultimate skill since childhood. Not to mention that his soul power had already recovered somewhat, even if he didn't have a single thread of soul power now, Tang San would still ask himself and be certain that he wouldn't lose to Meng.

  Meng still confidently threw one of the two cloth bags in her hand to Tang San, pointing at a large tree about twenty meters ahead and said: "Let's take that as our target."

  Tang San glanced at the big tree and said, "Good."

  Meng still had the broken soul knife in his hand, with a red silk ribbon wrapped around its hilt. Tang San's was wrapped with a blue silk ribbon. No need to worry about mixing them up.

  Meng Yiran still couldn't see the expressions of the Shrek Academy students, and how could Meng Xiu's couple not understand. But what they didn't understand in their hearts was why these people from Shrek Academy seemed to have already won.

  Meng Yiran has been fond of various weapons since childhood, especially short-range ones. These thirty-six broken soul knives were specially made for her by Long Gong Meng Shu after careful consideration. Meng Yiran is extremely fond of these flying knives and often practices with them. Within thirty meters, she can hit the target one hundred percent of the time. Of course, in a short period of time, she can simultaneously release up to eighteen flying knives at most. The competition requirements she proposed just happen to be her own limits.