Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 81 The First Collision with Yan
Three days are fleeting, and good times are always short.

During these three days, Ma Xiaopang was rarely lazy for a few days, and slept comfortably. Apart from cultivating soul power every day, he did not carry out any other special training.

"Pang Ma, you're late again!"

Before stepping into the palace gate, Ma Hongjun's footsteps froze with a sound like a bear's roar, and he almost didn't turn around and run away.

"Why are you standing there! Get out of here!"

At this time, except for Xiong Mo Douluo, the other nine people in the hall were all present. Ma Hongjun looked at the pendulum clock in the distance, it was clearly exactly seven o'clock, but the old guy said he was late.

"coming!"

Ma Xiaopang ran forward and stood at the front of the line. Anyway, he was the shortest, so he couldn't block the sight of others.

"Don't you have a sense of time? You were late for the training camp on the first day of the new year. As the captain, don't you know what it means to set an example?"

Xiong Qishan stared at his eyes and put his hands on his hips, as if he had transformed into a black rakshasa.

"I'm sorry instructor, I'm late and willing to be punished..."

Alas, in the face of this old urchin who deliberately targeted him, Ma Xiaopang has no other way, anyway, it is right to admit his mistake first, lest he find more reasons to make excuses.

"Hmph, let's forget it this time, the first special training in the new year, I won't punish you two, don't make an example."

Seeing that Ma Hongjun admitted his mistake with sincerity, Xiong Qishan didn't say much.

"Today's training is very simple. It is to compete with the freshman team of the previous Wuhundian, so that you can understand how big the gap is, and kill the arrogance of you little bastards!"

Xiong Mo Douluo had already discussed with another Douluo, a competition would not only increase the pressure on the previous soul master team, but also dampen the spirit of this new team.

Sometimes it is easy to break the rigidity, and occasionally encounter some setbacks, which may make their cultivation more desperate.

"Compete with last year's freshman spirit team?" Qin An exclaimed, "I remember last year's team, but there were three geniuses whose spirit power reached level 26!"

Annie and the others also had solemn faces, and they were fortunate enough to witness last year's trials.

Especially the two men and one woman among them are far ahead of the players of the same generation, and the strength of each of them cannot be underestimated.

In their view, those three people were monsters no weaker than Ma Hongjun!
"Okay, I'm worried that I won't be able to find an opponent. It seems like a good idea to torture the direct disciple of His Majesty the Pope."

The corner of Ma Xiaopang's mouth curled up in a strange arc, and he rolled up his sleeves, looking like a bum who was born in a local ruffian.

"I said Pang Ma, you have to be proud. She is the Pope's direct disciple, and she reached level 26 last year. Just because you are level 24, you want to deal with her?" Werner mocked disdainfully.

"I'm level 25."

"What did you say?" Werna subconsciously thought she had heard wrong.

"I said I'm level 25!" Ma Xiaopang turned around and rolled his eyes at her.

"When did you break through?" Klass couldn't help asking.

"On New Year's Eve." Ma Xiaopang replied nonchalantly, "I felt my soul power surge up while I was eating, and then I broke through."

Sarcasm, this is simply sarcasm.

Ge Chunfeng couldn't help complaining: "Old Versailles..."

"Sure enough, it's really annoying to compare people to people!" Annie couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

It has been almost a month, but from the 23rd level at the beginning of the competition, until now she is still 23rd level, and she will be 13 years old in four months, and this little fat man has just turned seven years old...

God is so unfair...

"Okay, you guys, instead of being envious of others here, it's better to turn this strength into the motivation of practice. Some soul masters tend to practice slowly in the early stage, but once they break through a critical point, the speed of practice will change qualitatively."

Xiong Mo Douluo rarely comforted everyone. After all, not everyone is a monster. Ma Hongjun's cultivation talent, even in historical records, has never appeared before...

At the same time, a group of young men and women had already assembled in the big soul fighting field in Wuhun City.

And the three people standing in the front are Hu Liena, Xie Yue, who appeared not long ago, and Yan, who has a bad temper and has the same fiery red hair as Ma Xiaopang.

"This group of guys are really slow, are they too scared to come..." Yan barked, full of disdain.

At this time last year, they challenged the previous new generation soul master team, and in the end, with only the three of them, they nearly wiped out the opponent's main team.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue's martial soul fusion skills are simply impossible to guard against.

Especially when the mental power is weak in the early stage, once you get hit, it's hard to get rid of.

After waiting for another half an hour, a member of the team laughed and said, "It seems that Brother Yan is right, these little guys are afraid..."

"Hmph, I dare not even come, and it will be of no use in the future."

A group of team members were very dissatisfied. It was already 08:30, but people hadn't come yet. They were very dissatisfied with this waste of time.

"Let's go, Nana, those cowards don't seem to be coming." Yan stamped his feet back and forth on the spot, urging him to leave quickly.

Hu Liena waved her hand and said, "Alright, Yan, can't you just stand there and wait patiently?"

For Yan, who is so impatient, even Hu Liena is helpless. She feels that communicating with Yan is a test of patience.

Xie Yue on the side also interjected: "The agreed time for the competition is nine o'clock, and the time has not yet come. What are you in a hurry to leave early to embarrass the instructor?"

The group of people gradually quieted down. Whether it was Hu Liena or Xie Yue, what they said in the team was still very effective.

"Hmph, then I'll wait, I want to see if these cowards dare to come..."

"Who are the cowards talking about!" Suddenly, a childish voice came from a distance.

"The coward said...you!"

Yan subconsciously opened his mouth, but in the middle of speaking, he realized something and glared.

"Hello, coward!"

Ma Xiaopang walked forward with a smile, followed by his team members, and they swaggered in like this.Even in the face of the eyes of Yan and others who seemed to be eating people, they were not afraid at all.

"I'm going to kill you little fat man!"

Yan Huo surged up, and the fists were filled with unresolved heat, and he was ready to punch him as soon as he saw it.

"Yan, suppress your temper, can't you remember how many times I've said it..."

Ghost Douluo and Bear Demon Douluo appeared on the high platform at the same time, they are the organizers of this competition.

"But mentor, this little fat man scolded me just now!" Yan pointed at Ma Hongjun unwillingly, his eyes seemed to want to eat people.

Ma Hongjun responded: "Did I scold you? Which ear of yours heard me scold you? Who said you were a coward just now, not me? How many witnesses are there?"

"That's right, please don't spout blood there." Ge Chunfeng also quickly stood up and said.

(End of this chapter)