Douluo's opening god-level choice

Chapter 48 Fire Spirit's Self-Created Soul Technique-Body of the Flame God!

Huo Ling, who was giving lectures in class, did look like a teacher, and he gave everyone a wealth of knowledge about popular science. In Ye Xuanyou's perception, he was only inferior to the theoretically titled Douluo Yu Xiaogang. So little.

But for the character of Huo Ling, this is already very good.

"That's the end of the morning class, Xiao Dongdong, Xiao Youyou, you two come with me." Huo Ling looked at the two very well-matched people in the corner and shouted.

"... × 2"

The two followed Huo Ling out in silence, envied by many male students, and envied by many female students.

"Bibi Dong, do you think that old woman Huo Ling has any special hobbies? She always likes to call others small or something, do you think she likes small things..." Ye Xuanyou said as he said It seemed something was wrong with what I said.

"I don't know about special hobbies, but I always feel that what you say seems to have other meanings in it, but I don't understand what it means." Bibi Dong said with her lavender eyes. He looked at Ye Xuanyou with interest.

Ye Xuanyou looked a little embarrassed with this look, and didn't know what Ye Xuanyou was thinking at this moment, so he suddenly asked in a twitch: "Do you like big ones or small ones?"

Bibi Dong thought for a moment: "I like the big ones, because the big ones have a lot of weight, and I can fill them up."

Ye Xuanyou's figure walking in front suddenly staggered, and was shocked by Bibi Dong's words for a moment, so it looked like you liked this kind of appearance.

Bibi Dong was a little puzzled, she didn't understand why Ye Xuanyou looked at her like this, could it be that what she said was wrong?Isn't the bigger the lollipop the better?The big one is easier to lick, and the small one is just in the mouth without any taste.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" After all, Bibi Dong still couldn't help the doubts in her heart. She had chatted with Ye Xuanyou east and west after class, but she found that her thinking couldn't keep up with Ye Xuan Quiet, it seems that they are not on the same level.

"No problem, it's just that you still don't understand the meaning of this. When the time is right, I'll tell you." Ye Xuanyou was about to suffer internal injuries, and he didn't dare to say those nasty things to Bibidong. , afraid of affecting this simple her. .

After Bibidong chatted for a class, of course they chatted with Huo Ling turning a blind eye, otherwise he would be beaten before he even said a few words. This situation depends on the male students in the class. They were envious, jealous, and hated, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't beat them again and again, and they couldn't fight against the background. In the end, they could only just look at their goddess Ye Xuanyou flirtatiously.

Ye Xuanyou found that the Bibi Dong in front of her, that is, the Bibi Dong when she was a girl, was smarter than most, and her thinking was more mature. Mature, so she can't chat with these little kids in the class.

To put it simply, the three perspectives are different, and no matter how we talk, we can't talk about one point.

But there is a problem with Bibi Dong, although she is relatively mature in thinking, but because of her maturity, she understands many things, but she has never experienced it, so she cannot deeply understand the origin.

Therefore, the current Bibi Dong is just like that phrase says, "Come out of the mud without being stained, clean the ripples without being a monster."

Bibi Dong is actually a seemingly shrewd but simple and kind-hearted little girl. Her family education made her both moral and moral, and her mother's teachings made her rational and gentle. It is also because she is mature in thinking that she thinks more about things than others. People are a little farther away, this may be the special feature of this girl Bibi Dong, and it is also the reason why she can become the pope of Yujie whom so many people like.

(ps: Of course, except for some lowly people, just like the author, greedy for her body~(ω))
Almost all the perfect words used to describe women can be seen in Bibi Dong.

But the fate of such a girl's life is so...

But fortunately, I met a chosen person, that is our lsp~Ye Xuanyou, of course, he is a dedicated lsp.

At this time, Bibidong and Ye Xuanyou also came to Huo Ling's villa. Originally, Huo Ling planned to take the two of them to the office. Although her office is also a single room, it is a bit narrow, and it is a public place, so it is not convenient , so he took the two of them to a villa somewhere in the college. This was Huo Ling's private villa, and it was still in the courtyard. From here, he knew how powerful Huo Ling was, so much so that Wang Qinian gave her a little bit of courtesy. Of course, most of it is because of strength.

"Dong'er, the thing you want to read is in the third row of my study room. You can get it yourself. I promised this kid to share with him my experience in creating soul skills." Huo Ling seemed very relieved Bibi Dong , which made Ye Xuanyou a little confused.

Huo Lingling caught Ye Xuanyou's gaze, so he naturally knew what Ye Xuanyou meant, and couldn't help but glanced at him contemptuously: "What are you looking at, don't you know that Dong'er is my little granddaughter? There is no difference."

When Ye Xuanyou heard this, he couldn't help calling out to a certain soy saucer: "Chu Ying! Chu Ying! Why didn't you mention this important information!"

[Because I don't think this information is important?Just ignore it. 】

Ye Xuanyou was very helpless...

Since ancient times, it has been said that as long as the mother-in-law is dealt with, the father-in-law is nothing. Years ago, Ye Xuanyou had such an opportunity to directly deal with the daughter-in-law's grandmother-level person, but he missed it. What kind of fart is your lord?
"It's a pity, it's a pity~" Ye Xuanyou said lightly, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

"What are you yelling over there? See clearly, I only demonstrate it once, if you can't learn it, don't blame me!" Huo Ling walked into the courtyard regardless of whether Ye Xuanyou listened or not after speaking. A scorching breath burst out from her body immediately.

"Self-created soul skill——the body of the flame god!" As Huo Ling shouted angrily, Huo Ling's entire figure was immediately wrapped in a layer of crimson flames, and the whole person was possessed by the martial spirit that Ye Xuanyou saw before. There is not much difference, if you really want to say, it is just that the color of the flame is a little different.

Huo Ling looked at Ye Xuanyou's eyes and said lightly: "The body of the flame god is different from the possession of the martial soul. The possession of the martial soul just covers my surface with a layer of flames, and the body of the flame god I completely turned into flames myself, and I can only sustain this state for 10 minutes. During these 10 minutes, I will ignore any physical attacks, and during this period, my ability to control the flames will increase by [-]%. Skill effects are all increased by [-]%, except for the seventh soul skill."

"And after I cast Wuhunzhen, I can also increase my own soul skills by [-]% again."

"When my martial spirit avatar and the flame god's body are used together, I can achieve the effect of increasing myself by 91%. Back then, I used this self-created soul skill to kill a [-]-level title Douluo!"

Huo Ling's words were extremely domineering, and Ye Xuanyou was shocked when he heard it. At this moment, he just realized how much Huo Ling let him go that day, and he really deserves the title of "Fire God".

Killing a level 87 Title Douluo with a level of 91 or lower is simply not an exaggeration.

Huo Ling looked at Ye Xuanyou's expression, and said very satisfied: "How is it, have you learned it?"

"........."

Ye Xuanyou, who had no comprehension other than feeling so dazed and shocked, was looking at Huo Ling with a black line on his face + bewildered.

"This is the end?"

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(End of this chapter)