Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 142
Everyone felt helpless when they heard the words of the old dean. You must know that the most fundamental reason why you have to do what you can to condense the martial soul is the martial soul test. The stronger the martial soul, the stronger its spirituality. More perverted.

Natural martial spirits are powerful, and mountains, rivers and lakes are eternal scenery, but they are difficult to condense.

Although beast-shaped martial souls are slightly weaker than natural martial souls, they can be mass-produced. As long as their measurement cores match the attributes of the warrior, it will be much easier for the warrior to condense the martial soul through the measurement core, and the powerful beast Souls are not inferior to natural martial spirits, so most people in the world will choose to condense beast-shaped martial spirits.

The Kunlun Holy Peak condensed by the little fat man is definitely one of the most powerful martial spirits in the Heavenly God Continent. Even if most of its power is sealed by the old headmaster, leaving only the foot of the mountain, its power is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Xia Longba was immersed in the test of his martial soul, his muscles lost his fighting spirit and turned back to bloated in an instant.

"This kid has the will to refuse to admit defeat, very good, not bad."

The old dean felt the flickering fluctuations and knew that Xia Longba was struggling violently.

"not good."

Suddenly the little fat man spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a bang, Feng Luoli was so frightened that he quickly straightened him up, and at the same time injected a stream of pure fighting spirit into the little fat man.

"Scatter~"

Feng Xinglie swung a battle qi to cut off Feng Luoli's battle qi channel.

Feng Luoli glared at the dean angrily, and lost her fighting spirit again.

The old dean's beard was about to fly, and he yelled at Feng Luoli with his eyes wide open: "If you don't want your student to have an accident, you'd better stop me."

"Humph~"

Although Feng Luoli was angry, he had to listen to the advice of the king-level master. After all, no one dared to bet on the little fat man's future.

Seeing that Feng Luoli had accepted his dissuasion, the old dean turned his eyes aside and said to Bai Cai: "Little Bai Cai, don't you know how to play a requiem? Then come and help the little fat man calm down, now That's all we can do."

Without further ado, Bai Cai played the ready-made Requiem. The moment the flute played, everyone fell into silence, as if the only song in the world was the real self, and the little fat man heard it After the flute, it also stopped shaking and settled down.

Time is like running water, it will not stop because of anyone, so everyone stared at the little fat man until the sun went down, but he was still stuck in the test of the martial spirit and couldn't extricate himself.

Feng Luoli stared at the old headmaster and asked, "Hey, why is he still awake?"

The old dean looked down on her, and said directly to Xia Longba: "It's not like you haven't condensed a martial soul, let alone the little fat man condensed the holy mountain Kunlun, if it wasn't for another force in his body Helping him resist Kunlun's power, he may be out of his wits by now."

"That can't be like this~ It's been a day." Looking at the darkening sky, Zhao Bohao muttered secretly.

The old dean is worthy of being a master at the level of a heavenly king. He even heard Zhao Bohao's complaints clearly: "Don't panic, there will definitely be a result before the sun goes down. It's either life or death."

"Ah~"

Suddenly, Xia Longba yelled loudly, countless blood gushed out of his body, and fell into Feng Luoli's arms with a slap.

Looking at the miserable Xia Longba, Bai Cai couldn't help but stop his requiem. After playing for so long, his mouth was completely numb: "Hiss~ Brother Zhao, will this kid succeed or fail?"

Zhao Bohao glanced at Xia Longba, and then glanced at Feng Xinglie in the distance, but Feng Xinglie's face was neither happy nor sad, nothing could be seen at all.

The old dean glanced at the students around him, and then saw Feng Luoli's pleading eyes: "Luo Li, don't worry, the little fat man should have broken through, but I can only make a conclusion after checking the specific situation. .”

A gust of wind blew by, and the old principal had disappeared on the playground, and then Feng Luoli gritted his teeth and took Xia Longba to a leap and disappeared in front of everyone.

"You haven't completed the training tasks today, and you will make up for them tomorrow."

An ethereal voice floated from a distance, directly blowing up everyone's anger on the playground, but there was no way for anyone to send him under the fence, everyone could only make mournful protests, and then walked towards the cafeteria sparsely.

Bai Cai walked beside Zhao Bohao, opening and closing his mouth, opening and closing his mouth, like a goldfish.

Zhao Bohao patted Baicai on the shoulder: "Little Baicai, you worked hard today, if it weren't for you, the little fat man would have been in trouble."

Bai Cai's mouth was still opening and closing: "Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? This is what I should do. The only bad thing is that I am very hungry now."

Zhao Bohao put his arm around Baicai's shoulders, and then said to him happily: "Let's go, my brother is treating me today, you can order whatever you want then."

Liu Ruyan stared at Bai Cai with curiosity: "Hey~ Senior Bai, why are you blushing? I want to hug Senior Zhao too~"

"go away."

Zhao Bohao kicked the flying Liu Ruyan aside, and then the three of them came to the cafeteria together.

The three of them ordered a table of delicacies, and then wiped them out one by one. After the three were satisfied, a group of people came slowly at the door.

First one of them opened his mouth and asked the three of them: "Which of you is Zhao Bohao? Huang Zihao No. 1."

I saw that he was thin, handsome and rosy, with a sword slung across his back.

Someone was looking for trouble right after eating, and Zhao Bohao was very unhappy: "Who the hell are you?"

When Bao Jiannan heard Zhao Bohao's words, he directly cut a sword with his scabbard without saying a word.

Liu Ruyan lifted a chair with his feet, then kicked it violently, with a crisp click, the chair was split in half by the sharp sword energy.

"Dragon Claw Hand~"

Zhao Bohao's right hand grasped falsely, and the chair that had been severed by the sword qi flew back upside down, squeezing the sword qi into the middle.

"Bang~"

With the blessing of fighting energy, the fragile chair immediately became like gold and iron, squeezing out the flying sword energy.

Zhao Bohao glanced sideways at the sword man, feeling a little depressed, but before he could speak, Liu Ruyan jumped up, turning into a pink light and rushing towards him.

"You flew out before I even spoke, who is the protagonist~"

Zhao Bohao looked at Liu Ruyan helplessly, this girl must be too impulsive.

"Drink~"

Liu Ruyan's powder fist was full of fighting spirit, and she punched the sword man, but it was blocked by the scabbard, but don't think that Liu Ruyan will be weak as a woman, she is definitely a girl Heterogeneous.

(End of this chapter)