Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 31 New College Regulations

"What are you doing, Turda!" Syl roared angrily, "You coward, we haven't lost yet!"

Before he finished speaking, Syl held on to the little soul power left, displayed his first soul skill again, and rushed towards Ma Hongjun.

He refused to accept, why were we beaten so embarrassingly by a freshman who just entered the school! ? !
"Come again?" Ma Hongjun was speechless.

Your teammates admit defeat, so why are you trying to be brave?

One to one?

Or is it one dozen two three four?

With that strength, you are still standing here?

Ma Hongjun immediately crouched down, ready to give the ignorant Syl a hard blow.

"The first soul skill: my stick, thick and long!"

However, before he could take any action, Tian Yang on the side moved first.

Even though he was the second most powerful player on his side, Tian Yang was also angry that he hadn't even defeated a single person.

Seeing Syl rushing towards Ma Hongjun, he finally used his first soul skill.

The seemingly ordinary silver rod suddenly became thick and long, a full five meters long, and half a catty was nearly ten centimeters.

And this huge silver stick was held high in Tian Yang's hand, and the stick fell directly, like a beam falling straight down.

"Not good, run away!"

Seeing this, Turda wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was still a step too late, and the stick hit Syl's waist directly.

Even though Searle had already made a defense, the power of this stick was far beyond Sill's imagination, directly hitting Searle ten meters with a stick and falling into the ring.

"puff!"

This stick was so powerful that Syl spurted out a mouthful of blood. As soon as he raised his head, he fell powerlessly to the ground again and passed out completely.

"Oh…"

The three of Frieza swallowed, they never expected that Tian Yang, who has always been quiet, possessed such a powerful martial spirit and soul skills.

Ma Hongjun on the side looked at the restored silver stick, and muttered, "My stick... is thick and long?!?"

"Foot... hooligan!"

Under the stage, some students with older children stared at each other, covered their faces with their hands in shame, and watched every move on the stage quietly with the gap between their two tender little palms.

"this…"

The corner of Fore's mouth twitched, he turned around silently, and looked at the long-haired middle-aged teacher in a long black cape.

"Did he create this thing himself... or did you teach him...?"

The middle-aged teacher is Tian Yang's teacher and the teacher in charge of his group of students.

"That...probably not..." The middle-aged teacher touched his head in embarrassment, and said: "His martial soul is quite special, it is a weapon martial soul, and when the martial soul changes, it seems that he must recite spells, otherwise Unable to cast."

A group of people understood, no wonder Tian Yang didn't use his soul skills until the end of the fight. I'm afraid they thought this spell was too embarrassing...

"My stick is thick and long..."

The corner of Doyle's mouth twitched, this mantra is almost the same as finding a girl to recite in private, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

The battle was completely over, and Turda didn't say much, but silently supported Murkang and jumped off the ring.

If he loses, he loses, and he is the only one left with a healthy fighting capacity. Fighting is definitely impossible. In order to avoid less beatings, Turda is very decisive.

"Is this a win?"

Many melon-eating students in the audience have not even recovered from the battle. As long as they have studied in the academy for a period of time, who doesn't know Ding Wei and others?

But very few people can clean them up. I didn't expect the lower grade students to clean up today.

It's really... very satisfying!

However, although the competition was over, the dean and the classrooms on the stage did not choose to leave immediately.

"Cough cough..."

Doyle coughed twice, and slowly stood up from his seat.

"Students be quiet."

After a while, the students present turned their gazes over one after another.

"I believe that everyone has a more or less understanding of the reasons for this competition..."

Doyle began to talk slowly. As a qualified dean, his official accent is still well practiced.

"It is a good atmosphere for the senior students to guide and help the junior students, but recently some bad things happened in our Francis College. The senior students went to the dormitory of the junior students to teach them to practice. It's..."

As the dean of the college, he can't say some things bluntly. After all, there are many squires outside the courtyard. If their reputation is not good, it will be difficult for them to recruit new students later...

"This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed in the academy!
Even if the seniors are out of good intentions, helping the juniors and younger sisters to practice can be done in a fair and aboveboard manner.

Why does our Francis College have one more ring area than other colleges? "

Douglas tone gradually became serious.

"I didn't come here for Xiu, let alone for the final exam!

Young people are full of vigor and vigor, since they have chosen to become a soul master, let their strength speak for themselves!

The outside world is chaotic and far more dangerous than you imagined, but the academy is a safe haven for you when you are growing up. Here, you can challenge any opponent you want without any restraint, as long as it does not violate the rules of the academy. , you can play whatever you want. "

Douglas said, paused for a moment, and then shouted almost in a roar:

"But you have to roll to the ring for me to fight! If something goes wrong, I will take care of it for you, and the teachers in the academy will support you!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes were cold, staring at Ding Yichen and others who had already walked out of the crowd.

Ding Yichen and Douglas looked at each other, and after a while, they turned and left.

"let's go…"

After a few breaths, some students finally came to their senses first.

"The dean is right, if you want to fight, come to the ring to fight, whoever loves the grandson!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Carat! I want to challenge you!"

"Come here, whoever is afraid!"

In an instant, the students were full of fighting spirit and all fired, and even the girls were eager to try.

Now that he has become a soul master, he is destined to no longer be able to live an ordinary life like ordinary people.

How can you get a soul ring without killing the soul beast?How can I improve my strength?

Now that you have embarked on this path, don't be timid, and do it boldly!

All things have their own rules, just like the so-called natural selection, the profession of soul master has existed in this continent for tens of thousands of years, so naturally it has its own set of rules for survival.

The strong enjoy all the privileges!
Looking at the noisy crowd around him, Doyle raised his chin proudly.

"I owe you a lot of favors. You should pay me back in this way if you think about it."

After finishing speaking, he jumped up gracefully and disappeared into the ring area.

Fall looked at it with a rather strange look.

"Isn't it Tia, you actually go to ask the old guy Doyle for a novice apprentice?"

"Did I beg him?"

Tia said indifferently: "I just told him that something unhealthy has happened in the college and needs to be dealt with."

"He is the dean, shouldn't it be his responsibility to deal with these matters?"

After Tia finished speaking, she kicked her feet and disappeared in place.

"Oh..." Fore was stunned for a moment, and then he said to himself: "It seems that the old guy Doyle is going to make a fuss again..."

(End of this chapter)