Slap the face from Douluo

Chapter 95 Gale

"Never?"

The old man repeated the young man's words.

his tone.

Some questions.

Four years ago, Bishop Nice in gray in Opuno City died suddenly and suddenly.

Nice is very valued by the crown.

It was a chess piece nailed to Tiandou under the crown, but Nisi was dead.

Today, on behalf of His Majesty, he came to see her.

What I got was such an answer.

"Your Highness doing this will make His Majesty sad." The old man said.

The young man said slowly: "Since she asked me to be in charge of Tiandou, all matters related to Tiandou will be decided by me."

"Nice, heretics, be punished."

The tone is decisive and unquestionable.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched. If this continues, His Highness will really hold the entire Heaven Dou in his hands.

Your Majesty will never allow this to happen.

Otherwise, he would not have been sent.

He withdrew the coercion, and said, "Guangfeng, he is one of the most qualified people we have found in the main hall in recent years."

"Innate soul power is eighth level, close to level nine. I am 13 years old this year, a level [-] battle spirit master, and has won ten games in a row since entering the Great Soul Fighting Arena."

"If your Highness loses, you can't go back on your word."

The old man finished speaking.

He fixedly looked at the young man.

He felt in his heart that His Majesty is kind and tolerant after all, even if His Highness did such an outrageous thing, he still wanted to solve it through gentle means.

The title can be crowned.

But they all knew that the crown he was talking about could only be the extremely honorable crown of the Pope.

The young man nodded: "Yes, I agree."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then a middle-aged man walked in and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, things have been arranged."

"Jingyun and Kuangfeng arranged individual battles. The Soul Arena has already arranged warm-up matches for them, specially matching them with opponents with zero records."

"After their warm-up match, they will go to the No. [-] arena in the main fighting spirit area and have a life-and-death duel."

The young man nodded slightly:

"Director Ao, you've worked hard, let's go down."

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully and stepped back slowly.

The old man said:

"His Royal Highness really has a heart, and specially asked someone to arrange a zero-record opponent to let the wind warm up."

It's just that the old man didn't think so.

With the strength of the gust of wind, why do you need to warm up?

Even if you want to warm up, you can arrange an opponent with zero record, which is too weak for the wind.

Kuangfeng is a talent recently discovered by the main hall.

If it was a few years earlier, the golden generation of Wuhundian would definitely have a place for Fengfeng.

"Guangfeng doesn't need to warm up," said the old man.

"Oh?"

The young man said, "How about his soul ring?"

"The first soul ring is the iron wire ant that is nearly 500 years old. The second soul ring is the eight-knife bone scorpion that is nearly 900 years old. They are all very powerful soul beasts. The soul rings absorbed by the wind are also close to the limit .”

The young man frowned slightly.

The old man's expression lifted, "Guangfeng is about to enter the stage. No. 14 is the No. [-] ring in the fighting spirit area."

Follow the eyes of the old man.

Both the youth and Leng Wuxue looked over.

Ye Bai was surprised by that strange prying gaze, but it was his turn to play, so he didn't care so much for the time being.

He put on the mask he had prepared.

Pass through the passage and walk onto the No. 14 arena of the No. [-] Soul Arena.

The crowd around the ring began to boil.

A middle-aged man stood on the ring, holding something like a trumpet, and shouted vigorously:

"Next, our NO.14 Soul Fighting Area will usher in a heavyweight match."

"One-on-one confrontation."

"I believe that friends who often come to our big soul fighting field know that Kuangfeng is indeed him, the gust of wind fighting soul master who has won ten games in a row."

"Terrifying wind, a level [-] weapon, Wuhun Kudao."

"His 36-way Reverse Chaos Crazy Demon Knife, my friends, you have all seen it, what a crazy knife technique it is. The ten challengers of Kuangfeng, nine names, have been hung on that stone tablet .”

"There is another one, he was lucky not to be killed by the wind knife."

"Why is that?"

"It's because that turtle grandson, as soon as he came up, he lay on the ground and wrapped himself in a white cloth, pretending to be dead and admitting defeat."

"Come on. Let's cheer for the wind!!!"

"Boiling up!!!"

Immediately, the noise shook the sky, and the fanatical roar was about to shatter the eardrums.

The middle-aged man changed the subject:

"Let's see, who is Kuang Feng's opponent?"

"Oh, it's a level [-] weapon, a martial soul vine, an auxiliary soul master."

"His name is a flower."

"Wow, looking at Yizhihua's information, he is still just a rookie who has just entered the Great Soul Arena with zero records."

"My God!"

"Our Great Soul Arena values ​​fairness the most."

"Yizhihua, who has zero record, is matched by Gust, who has won ten consecutive victories."

"Oh, my God, all I can say is that Goddess of Luck missed one of our flowers today."

"I sympathize with a flower."

"But in the face of such a situation, I can only say, for a single flower, you should wash the chrysanthemum first!"

The middle-aged man mocked and sneered unscrupulously. His job is to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.

They have set up a lot of gambling games in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

If the audience is not impulsive, how can they bet?

Besides, it's hard to say whether this flower, a soul master of the [-]th-level fragile auxiliary system, can survive the strong wind.

Middle-aged people have no scruples at all.

Below the ring.

Tang San and the others have already finished their respective matches.

They all got together to watch Ye Bai's game. Ye Bai's alias is Yizhihua, they also knew it.

And they saw that Ye Bai went up wearing a mask.

I feel quite strange in my heart.

Zao Wou-ki of the old Jianghu watched it, but admired it silently in his heart.

The Great Soul Fighting Field advertises fairness, even if someone is hurt here, the Great Soul Fighting Field guarantees that no one will make trouble, follow-up revenge and the like.

But how can one's own life be guaranteed by others.

"Oh my god, Ye Bai actually faced the strong wind." Dai Mubai gasped in his heart, he had seen two strong wind matches, it was simply too brutal.

"Guangfeng, as long as he wins one more game, he can be promoted to Bronze Fighting Soul."

Dai Mubai said with an ugly face.

Tang San keenly grasped the key information in Dai Mubai's words, and asked: "Brother Dai, I remember you said before that in the battle between Iron Fighting Souls, every victory is a point."

"That gust, even if it won ten games in a row, it's only ten points."

"As for the promotion of the Bronze Fighting Soul Badge, one hundred points are required."

"Cough, I forgot to tell you just now that if you win five matches in a row between Iron Fighting Souls, then if you win the next match, you can directly get ten points. If you win a game, you can get one hundred points." Dai Mubai coughed and explained:

"Guangfeng has won ten games in a row and has already scored 55 points."

"If he wins one more game, he will get one hundred points, a total of 150 and five points, and he will be able to meet the promotion requirements for Bronze Fighting Soul."

"This violent wind is obviously a super powerful master."

"Ye Bai is in danger."

(End of this chapter)