Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 128

A faint silver glow falls, and the moonlight and starlight in the sky complement each other, illuminating a "Galaxy" trail for the people in front.

Ning Rongrong strode her calf and disappeared under the moonlight in a flash, with a faint fragrance still lingering in the air.

It seems to be the fragrance of flowers, there seems to be... deodorant...?
"Forget it, let's go back to sleep quickly."

Ma Hongjun shook his head vigorously to get rid of distracting thoughts from his mind, it was getting late, let's go back to sleep quickly...

Today, he has already used a lot of brain cells.

But it was still barely enough to cheat a little girl's heart, and it was not a loss.

After returning to the residence, Ma Hongjun simply washed up, and then directly lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Ma Hongjun was the first to get up again.

Before dawn, he went out.

Although he came to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for vacation, his practice could not be interrupted.

But this time, Ma Hongjun ran to the training ground of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, waving his fists alone facing the rising sun.

The number of people who got up early and practiced exercises gradually increased, and they all looked sideways at this new kid, all of them gasping in admiration.

After all, if you don't look at soul skills, but just look at fists and feet, Ma Hongjun's punches and kicks are both offensive and defensive, both offensive and defensive, obviously a long-term practice.

"Little guy, I think it's hard for you to practice boxing alone, why don't we compare."

A middle-aged man stepped forward, seeing Ma Hongjun's boxing techniques, he couldn't help itching his hands.

"Yeah, it's boring to practice boxing alone, and only by exchanging ideas occasionally can we promote progress."

A group of white-clothed disciples gathered together one after another, and they all regarded Ma Hongjun as a newcomer.

After all, the suzerain has been trying to expand the population of the sect these years, and many young people with potential and qualifications have been recruited into the sect by the children stationed in various places.

"Okay, but I have a condition."

Ma Hongjun looked at the people surrounding him, but he didn't feel that they had any malicious intentions. Instead, he wanted to join in the fun, so he also temporarily decided to have fun with these people.

"Conditions? Want to gamble?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly. He just had itchy hands and didn't have any other thoughts.

"No, I want to compete with a group of you guys." Ma Hongjun pointed to the crowd around him and said with a smile: "I'm not boasting, I really feel that I'm too strong, and it's not enough to beat one, so...how about you guys go together? "

"what?!"

"What did the little guy just say?"

"What the hell, who gave him the guts to beat him up?!"

After hearing Ma Hongjun's provocation, the dozen or so people present were all blown away.

This is simply insulting, a brat wants to single them out!
The middle-aged man frowned even deeper.

"Boy, did you misunderstand something? The competition I just mentioned was just a simple competition of fist and kick, and did not mention a competition of soul power."

He misunderstood that Ma Hongjun had misunderstood, the kid in front of him probably had a strong martial soul, and his soul power was much higher than his peers, so he brazenly wanted to challenge everyone on the field.

After all, among the dozen or so of them, only five or six of them had spirits capable of fighting, and the rest were all auxiliary spirits, unable to fight head-on at all.

"No, what I'm talking about is pure fist fight, don't worry, I won't use soul power."

Ma Hongjun hooked his hands at everyone with a smile, full of provocation.

"So...would you like to compete with my little brother together..."

"Hmph, why don't you dare?"

"Since you want to be beaten, don't blame us..."

A group of people gradually gathered around.

The middle-aged man Ula's eyes tightened, but he was the one who challenged him first, and he didn't surround him immediately.

"Hey, isn't that kid Ma Hongjun..."

Bone Douluo originally wanted to see how the disciples were training, but as soon as he walked in, he found Ma Hongjun who was being besieged by all the disciples.

However, what happened next made even Bone Douluo sigh in admiration.

In a simple fight of fists and kicks, without Ma Hongjun gaining any advantage, the two of them actually fought each other.

"This kid's movement is a bit weird, he can almost catch up with the soul master of the agility attack department..."

Bone Douluo quietly stood aside, watching the match on the field.

With simple fists and kicks, even though Ma Hongjun has extremely fast body skills, he still suffered a lot in the face of the siege of fists and kicks.

However, the corners of Ma Hongjun's mouth were even blackened after being hit more than a dozen times, but she showed a strange smile.

"Come again!"

This is what he really wants, a hearty physical collision!
He hadn't felt it for many years, this kind of fighting punch to the flesh, although the whole body hurts, but the blood can't stop the feeling of boiling.

"This kid... It seems that the suzerain is right, he is a genius of cultivation..."

Bone Douluo silently watched the battle from the sidelines, sighing sincerely.

"Whoo~"

On the training ground, Ma Hongjun held on to the pole, panting heavily.

The people around also fell to the ground one by one, all with injuries.

"Brat, are you a monster?!"

It's a shame and a shame that a dozen people were picked on by a brat.

Ula, a middle-aged man, stared at the little guy in front of him with burning eyes, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

"Good boy, are you practicing since you were born?"

However, as the disciples entered the martial arts arena one after another, Ma Hongjun didn't want to be besieged again, so he ran out of the martial arts arena in a flash.

Bone Douluo looked at this scene amusedly, but became more and more interested in Ma Hongjun.

If a boy with such a talent for cultivation really becomes married with Rong Rong, then after they go in the future, maybe there will be a more powerful situation.

At noon, a group of people surrounded the dining room.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Dou Luo Chenxin have also returned, and they are talking with Qian Renxue at this moment.

I don't know where the two of them came from so many topics, but they always had a smile on their faces, and they would laugh out loud from time to time while chatting.

No one went to bother, after all, one is the suzerain and the other is His Royal Highness the crown prince, both of them are high-ranking and powerful people.

Ma Hongjun sat silently in the corner, enjoying the food.

On the opposite side of him, Ning Rongrong was sitting there puffed up, with her chin propped on her hands, her two watery eyes staring round, her cheeks bulging like a toad.

"I said, can you stop eating, eat and eat, you will know how to eat, and look at how fat you are!"

Ma Hongjun motioned his muscles silently.

"Master, this is called tendon meat. It's not fat. It's strong. If you don't understand it, don't talk nonsense."

"Hmph, fat meat is fat meat, and you don't feel ashamed to insist on calling it some kind of tendon meat."

Ning Rongrong was so angry that she slapped the table and almost threw the food at it.

This man is too incomprehensible, why is this lady sitting opposite to you, you know how to eat without even looking at her, are you a fool? ! ?

(End of this chapter)