I passed the level in Douluo
Chapter 25 Congratulations to Oscar for losing the right to choose a spouse first
Chapter 25 Congratulations to Oscar for losing the right to choose a spouse first
"I don't need to make another move, right? The little girl of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You lost, you guys are still too bad, even I have time for a stick of incense..."
"Cough cough!"
Wei Xinling coughed a few times, and handed Zhu Zhuqing to Ning Rongrong's care, while he used his dislocated right hand to support Qianji's sword hilt again, and stood up.
The stick of incense was smoking, and the green smoke was rising, but the incense part was already burning to the end.
1 minutes left.
Even though the wrist was dislocated and the pain came from time to time, the hand holding the sword was still stable.
Without saying anything, with a flick of his long sword, Wei Xinling, who was walking slowly, suddenly started running, and went straight to Zhao Wuji.
The sword's light is like a silver horse, with a strong cold air, it directly hits Zhao Wou-ki's chest and abdomen and other vital parts of his body.
Anyway, with Zhao Wou-ki's cultivation base so high, no matter how Wei Xinling targeted his vitals, he couldn't kill him anyway.
"Oh?" Seeing Wei Xinling coming straight towards him, Zhao Wuji turned his wrist and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to give up?"
Just as he was speaking, Zhao Wou-ki raised his hand slightly, and Qian Ji slashed at the wrist guard of his right hand.
There was only a soft ding sound, and a cluster of sparks exploded at the place where the two collided.
Wei Xinling's right hand shook without leaving a trace.
Hmm... kinda hurts.
With a shock, the long sword turned into five bright sword flowers, piercing towards Zhao Wou-ki's eyes and other weak points on his body.
"Good boy, are you so impolite?" Zhao Wuji cursed with a smile, but raised his arm, blocking Wei Xinling's successive sword strikes.
Wei Xinling said calmly: "If I'm being polite, with Mr. Zhao's title of Fudo Ming King, how can he be in the Douluo Continent?"
"Hey, you're pretty good at talking."
In Wei Xinling's hands, Thousands of Machines turned into wisps of silver light, tearing apart the air, like a poisonous snake spitting out stamens, striding towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wou-ki narrowed his eyes slightly. With his strength, he was not able to catch this lightning-like sword shadow in a short time, and he was slightly surprised.
Finally, when he caught the trace of Qian, Zao Wou-ki grabbed Wei Xinling's throat with his claws.
Wei Xinling didn't dodge or dodge, so he took Qian Ji directly.
"It's time for a stick of incense," Wei Xinling said flatly.
His purpose so far is to delay time, not to compete with Zao Wou-ki, otherwise, he can use the ability of Wuhun, how could he not be able to break through Zhao Wou-ki's little defense?
Hearing this, the big hand like an iron palm stopped suddenly when it was only three centimeters away from Wei Xinling's face.
Zhao Wou-ki turned his head to look at the stick of incense, although there was still a thin wisp of green smoke, but it was indeed burnt out.
"It turns out that you, kid, are planning on this."
Wei Xinling smiled, did not speak, touched his right wrist with his left hand, and then heard a "click".
Temporary dislocation is fine, but if it takes a long time, his hand will not be broken first, at least he will not be able to hold the sword steadily.
He came to Ning Rongrong who was holding the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing, touched Zhu Zhuqing's arms with his hands, then twisted, and with another "click", Zhu Zhuqing's dislocated hands returned to their original positions.
"Hmph!" Zhu Zhuqing, who was in a coma, frowned, and let out a muffled hum from his nose.
At this time, Tang San walked towards them with Xiao Wu in his arms, "Can I trouble you, first help me take care of Xiao Wu for a while."
Ning Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, but still put away her martial soul, and took Xiao Wu with her other hand.
Handing Xiao Wu to Ning Rongrong, Tang San turned around and walked towards Zhao Wuji.
Seeing this scene, Wei Xinling couldn't help shaking his head.
Those who should come will always come, those who should not come will still come, Zao Wou-ki, let's enjoy today's good time.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Xinling even used his soul power, "Oscar! There is a business!"
"Business business! Where is it!"
As soon as the words fell, the bearded uncle jumped out instantly.
Wei Xinling beckoned, "Here it is."
Oscar's eyes lit up immediately, "Guest, how much do you want?"
"Put away your flattering eyes and give me a sausage."
"okay!"
Wei Xinling thought for a while and said, "I want to bring healing effect."
Oscar suddenly became embarrassed, "Guest, then you have to wait for a while."
"It's okay, I don't mind." Wei Xinling said that it doesn't matter about that kind of spell.
"Really?" Oscar's eyes lit up again.
"If you look at me like this again, I have to mind if I don't mind."
"Ahem!" Hearing this, Oscar immediately coughed in embarrassment.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Oscar had the cheek to call out in his soft and obscene voice, "I have a big sausage."
Yellow light suddenly condensed in his palm, two yellow halos rose from Oscar's feet, and immediately after, a sausage appeared in Oscar's hand.
Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and Dai Mubai had somewhat weird expressions on their faces.
Dai Mubai coughed, "Oscar's spell is a bit disgusting, but the sausage's recovery effect is really good, and it can also fill your stomach. Do you want to try it?" He said, looking at Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong shook her head violently, she doesn't want to eat such weird things.
Although Oscar lost the priority right to choose a mate for the next three years, Wei Xinling didn't care, anyway, it wasn't him who lost the right to choose a mate.
Moreover, as a soul master of the food department, just because of his thin skin, the mother-in-law can't say this little spell for a long time to waste time, if it is played directly in the battle.
Forget it, he shouldn't ask others for his experience.
After receiving the sausage, Wei Xinling finished it in two or three bites.
A warm current flows from the meridians and gathers towards the wrist.
The tingling pain in the wrist suddenly eased a bit.
Seeing Wei Xinling finish Oscar's sausage without changing his face, Dai Mubai couldn't help muttering: "That's amazing, my brother."
Originally, Wei Xinling planned to feed Zhu Zhuqing some food, but it seemed that he had to take at least one bite to have any effect, and now Zhu Zhuqing was in a coma...
A concubine can't do it.
After a while, the venue calmed down.
Tang San was sent flying upside down by Zhao Wuji's slap, and was caught by Dai Mubai.
And Zhao Wuji, who was hit by Tang San's Haotian hammer on the nose, stood up with an embarrassed expression, covering his nose and not daring to let go.
Dai Mubai looked at Zhao Wuji whose face was covered with blood, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and shouted: "Oscar, you have business again."
"Come on, come on."
At this time, Zhu Zhuqing also woke up from the coma.
Wei Xinling asked: "Zhuqing, do you want to try?"
Zhu Zhuqing shook his head without hesitation.
"Actually..." Wei Xinling said with a long tail: "If you want to enter this academy, you will have to eat sooner or later. Why don't you get used to it first?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.
Wei Xinling continued: "You will die sooner or later. If you are injured in training in the future, you will still have to rely on Oscar's sausage to recover..."
(End of this chapter)
"I don't need to make another move, right? The little girl of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You lost, you guys are still too bad, even I have time for a stick of incense..."
"Cough cough!"
Wei Xinling coughed a few times, and handed Zhu Zhuqing to Ning Rongrong's care, while he used his dislocated right hand to support Qianji's sword hilt again, and stood up.
The stick of incense was smoking, and the green smoke was rising, but the incense part was already burning to the end.
1 minutes left.
Even though the wrist was dislocated and the pain came from time to time, the hand holding the sword was still stable.
Without saying anything, with a flick of his long sword, Wei Xinling, who was walking slowly, suddenly started running, and went straight to Zhao Wuji.
The sword's light is like a silver horse, with a strong cold air, it directly hits Zhao Wou-ki's chest and abdomen and other vital parts of his body.
Anyway, with Zhao Wou-ki's cultivation base so high, no matter how Wei Xinling targeted his vitals, he couldn't kill him anyway.
"Oh?" Seeing Wei Xinling coming straight towards him, Zhao Wuji turned his wrist and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to give up?"
Just as he was speaking, Zhao Wou-ki raised his hand slightly, and Qian Ji slashed at the wrist guard of his right hand.
There was only a soft ding sound, and a cluster of sparks exploded at the place where the two collided.
Wei Xinling's right hand shook without leaving a trace.
Hmm... kinda hurts.
With a shock, the long sword turned into five bright sword flowers, piercing towards Zhao Wou-ki's eyes and other weak points on his body.
"Good boy, are you so impolite?" Zhao Wuji cursed with a smile, but raised his arm, blocking Wei Xinling's successive sword strikes.
Wei Xinling said calmly: "If I'm being polite, with Mr. Zhao's title of Fudo Ming King, how can he be in the Douluo Continent?"
"Hey, you're pretty good at talking."
In Wei Xinling's hands, Thousands of Machines turned into wisps of silver light, tearing apart the air, like a poisonous snake spitting out stamens, striding towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wou-ki narrowed his eyes slightly. With his strength, he was not able to catch this lightning-like sword shadow in a short time, and he was slightly surprised.
Finally, when he caught the trace of Qian, Zao Wou-ki grabbed Wei Xinling's throat with his claws.
Wei Xinling didn't dodge or dodge, so he took Qian Ji directly.
"It's time for a stick of incense," Wei Xinling said flatly.
His purpose so far is to delay time, not to compete with Zao Wou-ki, otherwise, he can use the ability of Wuhun, how could he not be able to break through Zhao Wou-ki's little defense?
Hearing this, the big hand like an iron palm stopped suddenly when it was only three centimeters away from Wei Xinling's face.
Zhao Wou-ki turned his head to look at the stick of incense, although there was still a thin wisp of green smoke, but it was indeed burnt out.
"It turns out that you, kid, are planning on this."
Wei Xinling smiled, did not speak, touched his right wrist with his left hand, and then heard a "click".
Temporary dislocation is fine, but if it takes a long time, his hand will not be broken first, at least he will not be able to hold the sword steadily.
He came to Ning Rongrong who was holding the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing, touched Zhu Zhuqing's arms with his hands, then twisted, and with another "click", Zhu Zhuqing's dislocated hands returned to their original positions.
"Hmph!" Zhu Zhuqing, who was in a coma, frowned, and let out a muffled hum from his nose.
At this time, Tang San walked towards them with Xiao Wu in his arms, "Can I trouble you, first help me take care of Xiao Wu for a while."
Ning Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, but still put away her martial soul, and took Xiao Wu with her other hand.
Handing Xiao Wu to Ning Rongrong, Tang San turned around and walked towards Zhao Wuji.
Seeing this scene, Wei Xinling couldn't help shaking his head.
Those who should come will always come, those who should not come will still come, Zao Wou-ki, let's enjoy today's good time.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Xinling even used his soul power, "Oscar! There is a business!"
"Business business! Where is it!"
As soon as the words fell, the bearded uncle jumped out instantly.
Wei Xinling beckoned, "Here it is."
Oscar's eyes lit up immediately, "Guest, how much do you want?"
"Put away your flattering eyes and give me a sausage."
"okay!"
Wei Xinling thought for a while and said, "I want to bring healing effect."
Oscar suddenly became embarrassed, "Guest, then you have to wait for a while."
"It's okay, I don't mind." Wei Xinling said that it doesn't matter about that kind of spell.
"Really?" Oscar's eyes lit up again.
"If you look at me like this again, I have to mind if I don't mind."
"Ahem!" Hearing this, Oscar immediately coughed in embarrassment.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Oscar had the cheek to call out in his soft and obscene voice, "I have a big sausage."
Yellow light suddenly condensed in his palm, two yellow halos rose from Oscar's feet, and immediately after, a sausage appeared in Oscar's hand.
Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and Dai Mubai had somewhat weird expressions on their faces.
Dai Mubai coughed, "Oscar's spell is a bit disgusting, but the sausage's recovery effect is really good, and it can also fill your stomach. Do you want to try it?" He said, looking at Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong shook her head violently, she doesn't want to eat such weird things.
Although Oscar lost the priority right to choose a mate for the next three years, Wei Xinling didn't care, anyway, it wasn't him who lost the right to choose a mate.
Moreover, as a soul master of the food department, just because of his thin skin, the mother-in-law can't say this little spell for a long time to waste time, if it is played directly in the battle.
Forget it, he shouldn't ask others for his experience.
After receiving the sausage, Wei Xinling finished it in two or three bites.
A warm current flows from the meridians and gathers towards the wrist.
The tingling pain in the wrist suddenly eased a bit.
Seeing Wei Xinling finish Oscar's sausage without changing his face, Dai Mubai couldn't help muttering: "That's amazing, my brother."
Originally, Wei Xinling planned to feed Zhu Zhuqing some food, but it seemed that he had to take at least one bite to have any effect, and now Zhu Zhuqing was in a coma...
A concubine can't do it.
After a while, the venue calmed down.
Tang San was sent flying upside down by Zhao Wuji's slap, and was caught by Dai Mubai.
And Zhao Wuji, who was hit by Tang San's Haotian hammer on the nose, stood up with an embarrassed expression, covering his nose and not daring to let go.
Dai Mubai looked at Zhao Wuji whose face was covered with blood, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and shouted: "Oscar, you have business again."
"Come on, come on."
At this time, Zhu Zhuqing also woke up from the coma.
Wei Xinling asked: "Zhuqing, do you want to try?"
Zhu Zhuqing shook his head without hesitation.
"Actually..." Wei Xinling said with a long tail: "If you want to enter this academy, you will have to eat sooner or later. Why don't you get used to it first?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.
Wei Xinling continued: "You will die sooner or later. If you are injured in training in the future, you will still have to rely on Oscar's sausage to recover..."
(End of this chapter)
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