Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 56 Registration
"comfortable!"

Lying on the soft bed, Ma Hongjun hugged the quilt tightly with an expression of enjoyment, full of enjoyment.

These days, he sleeps in the open air. Although he has a fire attribute martial soul, his body's ability to resist severe cold is still limited without using soul power.

"This is your teacher's property. You can live here with peace of mind. When your teacher and master come back, they will come to you."

Ardino walked in without knocking on the door, and then threw a bag over, clattering.

"Here, that's all. You save some money, and when your master and the others come back, he will make his own arrangements."

"Are you going?"

Ma Hongjun sat up from the bed, weighed it carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go now? How about we go have a good meal and see you off."

"Well...you treat me."

Ardino: "..."

"Brat, do you know that you really deserve a beating..."

Ma Hongjun opened his curious big eyes, and asked in doubt: "Is there, I don't feel it so much?"

"........."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you little fat man. I came to Wuhun City to practice. If you don't correct your problems in the future, you will have to bear it."

Ardino waved his hand and said angrily: "You can eat slowly, I am tired after driving for a few days, take a day off today, and I will go back tomorrow.

There are a lot of things in the college, and I don't know how many things have piled up waiting for me to deal with during this time. "

"Then hurry up, Mr. Ardino, go back and do your work, lest you won't be able to leave if the college is gone." Ma Xiaopang smiled and waved his hands again and again, and lay down again without saying a word.

"you!"

Ardino's foot just stepped out.

"It seems that before leaving, the teacher has to give you a good lesson..."

"What are you doing!?!"

"what!"

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In the early morning, the dazzling sunlight refracted in, and Ardino drove the carriage, facing the rising sun and looking for it outside the city.

"what is this?"

However, after walking a few steps, he accidentally found...a letter...under the cushion...

"Teacher Ardino personally!"

The content of the letter is very long, mainly to thank Aldino for his care during this time, it seems simple but it takes up two-thirds of the whole text.

At the end of the letter, Ma Hongjun hoped that he could help take care of his family, and when his side was stable, he would find a way to take them over.

"This brat, he still has a bit of conscience..."

As soon as Ardino came out of the city, he swung the small leather whip in his hand and hit the horse's hip with a slap. Immediately, the horse neighed and galloped on the road.

"drive!"

On the empty balcony, light white snow has already accumulated, and Ma Xiaopang has already got up from the bed, twisting his body, waving his fists, and started a day of morning exercises.

The moment he retracted his fist, he looked at the distant sky and murmured: "Mom, Dad, Sister Xiaoxiao, you must wait for me to come back safely..."

The Ding family, obviously just a family in a small town, actually has a connection with Barak Kingdom behind it, and there is even a Contra-level existence, this is something Ma Hongjun never expected.

"Just wait, you'd better pray that you can live well, when I come back, I will let you understand what revenge is..."

In Wuhun City, just after dawn, the streets were filled with smiling crowds.

The vast majority of them are just ordinary family members, and when the relatives joined the Spirit Hall, they were also taken over.

After all, the headquarters of Wuhundian is here, so safety can be guaranteed.

Walking on the bustling streets, watching all kinds of vendors, and all kinds of delicacies from this world.

It has to be said that different cultures have created various specialties of food.

For example, on the flower that is as big as a small cart, there are a bunch of "little wings" placed on them. The adults hold them and gnaw on them, but the group of children can only hold them. It looks like a big pig's hoof!

"Hmm, delicious..."

Ma Xiaopang's mouth was full of greasy food, and he had to say that the stewed wings of this soul beast had a different taste. It tasted fat but not greasy, and the meat was delicate but competitive.

The most important thing is: more meat! ! !
"Now is the time to grow your body, you must eat more!"

Soon, Ma Xiaopang was carrying big and small bags of "food" on his shoulders, leisurely gathering strength on the street.

"I don't know how these days, there are a lot of geniuses. Thinking about our two eras, it is rare to have two in a few years."

The old man was walking with a cane, and while walking unsteadily, he was chattering with the old woman beside him.

"Isn't it? This year is even more terrifying. At such a young age, my soul power has reached the level of a great soul master. Think about me back then. I just got my first soul ring at that time."

The grandmother also expressed her heartfelt gratitude. Recalling the turbulent years in the past, she was once a youthful young woman, but time makes people grow old. After all, a generation of goddesses will eventually fall into the mortal world!

"Interesting, could it be the so-called Wuhundian New Generation Selection Competition?"

Ma Hongjun smiled faintly, and walked up to him, carrying big and small bags of snacks, and asked, "Grandma, hello, did you just mention the Wuhundian arena trials?"

The old grandma was still immersed in her memories, and she was a little angry when she was suddenly interrupted, but when she saw a cute little fat man in front of her, she smiled and reached out to touch his head.

"That's right. It's an annual soul master selection competition. Anyone under the age of 15 and with a soul power above level [-] can participate."

This damn head-to-head kill...

"Wow, there are so many talented soul masters, where are they grandma, can you tell me where they are, I want to see them too!" Ma Hongjun asked with a smile.

The old man on the side thought about rushing to answer: "Go straight ahead, then turn left, there is the new registration office of Wuhundian, there are many people, if you want to join in the fun, you have to hurry, you won't be able to see it if you are late. "

"Well, I'm going now!"

Ma Hongjun nodded his head vigorously, quietly withdrew his head, and ran away quickly.

This group of damn human beings know how to touch my head. If you continue to touch my fiery red hair like this, and each of you takes a few strands away, sooner or later I will be bald too! ! !
Soon, Ma Xiaopang arrived at the registration office.

"The number of people is quite a lot. No wonder there are dozens of competitions in this day for half a month!"

In the end, Ma Xiaopang decided to go home and put the things away first. After all, it was bought with money, and it would be embarrassing to be accidentally robbed later.

"This year's soul masters are really motivated, and everyone who signed up is really motivated."

The soul master who was in charge of registration at the side sighed with emotion in a low voice, he was really exhausted these two days.

"Then what can be done, last year there were three top talents in a row, and the one named Hu Liena was accepted as a personal disciple by the teaching crown. How can this group of young lads not be jealous?"

"Well, that's true. I remember that the three of them seem to be 12 years old, and their soul power has reached level 26 at a young age. Their future prospects are truly limitless!"

"Three people?"

"I remember that Hu Liena seems to be six years older than Tang San. According to this calculation, they should be exactly twelve or thirteen years old at this time..."

In the original book, when Tang San and others participated in the soul master competition in the whole continent, their strength had reached the level of soul sect above level [-], and Hu Liena Xieyue and others had even reached the level of soul king. At that time, Hu Liena and others seemed to be stronger than Tang San. Wait for people to be five or six years old.

"It should be them..."

While Ma Hongjun was thinking, he lined up, and before he knew it, it was his turn.

"Where did you come from, little guy? How old are you, and you dare to sign up? Does your family know?"

The registration officer at the side was stunned, and waved his hands with displeasure. He could tell Ma Xiaopang's age at a glance. After all, with his height, he was only five or six years old at most.

"I'm seven years old, and my soul power has reached level 24. Why can't I sign up for the new generation of soul master trials?" Ma Xiaopang asked curiously.

"You... what did you just say...?..."

The three registrars were stunned at the same time, looking over with exaggerated expressions.

(End of this chapter)