Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 32 Post-War Summary
Seeing the teachers leaving one by one, some students even jumped onto the ring directly.

"This is Ouyang Xiadan.

Eighteenth level of soul power.

Martial Soul: Azure Bird.

Initiate a challenge here, are there any brave enough students to come up and compete! "

Ten seconds later, a figure ushered in on the stage, and it turned out to be a girl!
"Hee hee, hello senior Ouyang, my junior is here to learn your brilliant tricks."

At this time, Tian Yang had already stepped forward to help Zhao Ling who was awake.Looking up, he found that his four teammates were looking at him strangely.

"You four guys, why are you looking at me with your eyes?" Tian Yang frowned, "The fight is over and revenge is over, do you still want to stay here to watch the game?!?"

Frieza chuckled, "My stick is thick and long!"

Sam and little Arthur on the side covered their mouths with malicious intentions, and said with a smirk: "Unexpectedly, our brother Yang still has this special hobby..."

"What are you two talking nonsense about? Everyone has their own special hobbies. Tian Yang is our roommate. If you dare to laugh at him again, be careful and I will beat you!"

Frieza roared ferociously, but with that obscene smile on his face, no one could see his teasing.

"Ouch, my ass..."

Zhao Ling was unsteady and fell to the ground again, feeling his ass was broken in two.

"I'm a wounded person, can you please consider me first!"

An angry Tian Yang let go of his hand, and directly abandoned Zhao Ling.

He summoned his silver staff and decided to teach the three who laughed at him a lesson.

"You three guys had such a good laugh!"

Tian Yang presses on every step of the way, he still needs to chant spells when using this first soul skill, which is a pain in his heart, and now there are still people who dare to mock him, it's really unbearable for uncles and uncles!
"You... what are you doing..."

Frieza retreated tremblingly, but Sam and Little Arthur were at the forefront.

"Where, that kid Ma Hongjun is also laughing, why don't you go clean him up!"

Tian Yang didn't look back, but said blankly: "I don't seem to be able to beat that guy, so I can only vent my anger on you..."

"Oh..." Frieza was speechless.

The next scene was delightful to hear, and then the gun shot out like a dragon, and a series of attacks fell. Frieza, Sam Arthur and others were all injured, which was more serious than the competition with Ding Ning and others not long ago...

"Tsk tsk, you bastard, you are really ruthless..."

Ma Hongjun stood aside and kept swollen. As a soul master, it is common to be beaten.

A few more beatings can also improve their physical fitness and make their bodies stronger and more compact. This is simply helping them practice!
Seeing the treetops on the moon, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.

Today, people in dormitory 315 were very excited. A group of six people went to the private room on the second floor of the cafeteria. Ma Hongjun waved his hand generously.

"Brothers, order whatever you want. I'm happy today. Order whatever you want. I'll treat you!"

"Then we won't be polite!" Frieza's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to grab the waiter's menu in a hurry.

"This, this, and this...all of these!"

Call ~
Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he only ordered a dozen or so dishes, if Frieza said: Except for these dishes, give me a portion of everything else.

Then I really have to cry...

I really don't know when I can change my bad habit of saving face.He was so poor that he tightened his belt, and pretended to be a boss to treat him.

However, when the dishes were served one after another, Ma Xiaopang's expression changed.

From a slight twitch on the face, to the last color of bitter melon.

Big loss this time!
Isn't it just a college, do you need to make such a rich meal...

Have you ever thought about the consequences of students being unable to afford it? ? ?
"Eat, Hongjun, look at these dishes, they are all made of soul beast meat, they are delicious."

Frieza was excited to eat, and before he finished speaking, he once again turned his attention to another dish.

"Eat... eat and drink, big guy..."

Finally, the meal is over.

When the canteen waiter came to check out, he said: A total of 24 gold soul coins were spent!
Ma Xiaopang was so frightened that he staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the fifty gold soul coins that I had managed to sell lost one-half...

This is where I come to eat, this is clearly to eat money! ! !
The sky is full of stars, and interlaced silver lights flicker.

Tian Yang and the others walked slowly all the way to the dormitory. The bluestone path beside the road was set against the rustling leaves, and the clear reflection on the ground was like daytime.

"It's been a long time since I had such a comfortable meal!"

Frieza supported his stomach with emotion, with a look of aftertaste.

"Isn't it? I didn't expect Hong Jun to be a little rich man in our group."

Sam praised with a smile: "When is the next time, Hongjun, there are still several dishes that we haven't tried yet."

"..."

Ma Hongjun remained silent.

It's impossible, and it's impossible for a lifetime!
"By the way, we should be completely famous this time, right?" Little Arthur's eyes lit up, recalling the competition not long ago, he said: "The lower grades challenged the upper grades, and they won a complete victory. I guess we will all be famous by the time we start class tomorrow!"

"That's right, I don't look at my brother's defense, even the dean and the others are shocked." Frieza raised his chin proudly.

"That's not right, especially when our Brother Yang said: My stick..."

"Ok!"

A chill came suddenly, and Sam quickly shut his mouth.

"Today's match is too much trickery, everyone, don't be complacent, otherwise it will be easy to suffer big losses in future competitions."

As a senior martial artist, Ma Hongjun's image of a little adult jumped out again.

"This time the competition is all about surprise. If the other party didn't investigate our martial spirit and strength at all, it would be very difficult for us to win."

Ma Hongjun concluded: "If their auxiliary soul masters had controlled my speed from the very beginning, and let Ding Wei and the others restrain Tian Yang and the others, so as to attack me directly, then we would probably lose a lot awful…"

"You know, your absolute defense is high, but your shortcomings are too obvious..."

"Well, what Hong Jun said is right, after all our soul power is too weak, even if we use soul skills, the number of times is limited." Tian Yang nodded approvingly.

"Hey, Arthur and I are the ones holding everyone back. If we had broken through the tenth level earlier and possessed soul skills, we wouldn't have so many worries." Sam also said with emotion.

He and Arthur have been in the academy for a year, but until now they are only at the ninth level, belonging to the lowest level of soul warriors, and they haven't even activated their soul skills.

Seeing that the two were frowning, Ma Hongjun stepped forward and patted their shoulders, persuading them: "Don't lose heart, cultivation doesn't happen overnight, only with a persistent heart can one become a real strong man!"

"Well, Hongjun, you are right, we will definitely work hard!"

Seeing Sam and Little Arthur nodding, Ma Hongjun nodded very pleased.

Then... I was stunned...

I saw Sam raised his right hand, rubbed Ma Xiaopang's fiery red hair and said, "Thank you Hongjun, I will definitely work hard!"

"Well, me too, after I graduate, I have to go back and build my own village!"

Little Arthur also stepped forward and stretched out that nasty right hand...

Both of them were much taller than Ma Hongjun, so they stretched out their hands subconsciously.

It's damn... touching the head to kill...

Young master, when will I grow taller!

(End of this chapter)