Gourd of Douluo

Xiao Wu jumped to the outermost edge of Shrek, where there were a few stone houses standing sparsely.

The construction of the stone house is very simple. It is made of simple piles of rocks. Although it is not very regular, it is very strong and durable. This is the most common way for ordinary civilians to build houses.

These were built in Flanders in the past to prevent insufficient housing for students. As a result, after so many years, there were no more than ten students in a class, so the place became dilapidated and desolate.

It wasn't until Tang San asked Flanders for a vacant room that he remembered that there was such a place. With the idea of ​​making the best use of everything, Flanders very generously lent the stone house to Tang San. use. Of course, the rent cannot be reduced.

"When... when... when..."

Percussion full of rhythm and rhythm floated out from the stone house.

Xiao Wu lowered her head and carefully opened the lid and took a look. The broth made by the master was still steaming. She became happy again and stood outside the stone house and shouted loudly: "Third brother, it's time to eat."

The knocking stopped, and after a while, the wooden door slowly opened, revealing Tang San's figure.

Tang San's entire body was the color of iron gray and coke, with a gray face and a gray head. You didn't need to get close to him to smell a strong metallic smell.

"Xiao Wu, please bring me food again."

"Who made you my brother?"

Xiao Wu handed the wooden box to Tang San and walked into the forging room minding his own business. The room is not big, nearly 30 square meters, and is equipped with a casting furnace, a calcining furnace, an anvil for hammering, and a casting hammer.

In one corner of the house, there was also a large amount of charcoal and various lumps of metal piled up. A small part has not been processed in any way, and there are some parts piled aside. They are completely inconspicuous because of their jet black paint. A thief will never take a look here.

"It's too hot here. I asked you to open more windows to circulate the air, but you didn't listen." Xiao Wu opened the window to let out the heat in the room.

"Hehehe." Tang San nodded stupidly and ate his lunch in silence. If he dared to refute, he would spend the next hour surrounded by Xiao Wu's nagging.

While Tang San was eating lunch in silence, Xiao Wu began to clean the house.

She packed away the changed clothes and put the clean clothes on the top of the cabinet. She put the empty water and empty fruit plate into the bottom of the food box, and put the water bottle and fruit plate on the bottom of the food box. On the table.

After Tang San had eaten and drank enough, Xiao Wu had already cleaned the house.

"When I came over, Xiaofeng was also out of seclusion. I heard that he had perfected his self-created soul skills..." Xiao Wu cleared away the leftovers on the table and mentioned the situation of his companions.

"Yeah, that's great." Tang San's dull eyes suddenly flashed with light, then dimmed again, and he fell into a state of thinking again.

Xiao Wu was already used to this, so she closed the lid of the box, took the smelly clothes, said something to Tang San, and walked out of the forging house.

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Wang Xiaofeng was brought to the open space in the center of the college by Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, followed by Ning Rongrong, Oscar and Ma Hongjun.

Seeing Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing enter the state of martial spirit possession at the same time, Wang Xiaofeng was a little confused and asked: "Why did you bring me here? Is this a surprise? Is it possible that you two want to beat me up?"

"Just wait and see, Zhuqing, the Netherworld White Tiger." Dai Mubai roared loudly, and along with the roar, white hair mixed with black tiger stripes poured out from his body crazily.

Zhu Zhuqing was silent, his whole body covered with a faint black light, his body was erratic and seemed to be transparent, and he bumped towards Dai Mubai. Dai Mubai opened his arms and faced Zhu Zhuqing's illusory figure.

"This is... a martial soul fusion skill!" Wang Xiaofeng had seen such a shocking scene before, but he didn't expect to see it again two months later.

The auras of the evil-eyed white tiger and the ghostly civet cat completely merged at this moment. The next moment, Wang Xiaofeng felt the shocking energy fluctuations.

The martial soul fusion skills used by the twin brothers and sisters when they were seriously injured were completely incomparable in front of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld White Tiger.

The bodies of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared at the moment of fusion, leaving only a huge white tiger on the field.

The white tiger is completely transparent, with white fur and black stripes, and purple eyes. He stared coldly at the tiny Wang Xiaofeng in front of him. Although the giant white tiger controlled its soul power very well, the tiger's power was still unnaturally revealed.

Wang Xiaofeng was not affected at all. Just kidding, Zhao Wuji's soul pressure was not in vain. Wang Xiaofeng came to the transparent white tiger with a tape measure, and like a perverted scientist, he started to measure the body of the Netherworld White Tiger with a smile.

"Fat man, come here and help."

"...It's coming, it's coming." Ma Hongjun wiped his cold sweat and felt relieved when he found that Bai Hu was just staring at Wang Xiaofeng.

The gap in soul power was too big. Ma Hongjun could only withstand a small part of the tiger's power. Even a top martial soul like Evil Fire Phoenix would not be immune.

"The body length is eight meters, the height is 2.3 meters, the tiger tail is 1.2 meters, and the tiger claws..."

Only three minutes had passed, but Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing could no longer hold on to the Netherworld White Tiger.

Wang Xiaofeng only had time to briefly record the white tiger's body data. The huge white tiger disappeared instantly, and Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing appeared in the open space at the same time.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing sat on the open ground panting heavily due to excessive consumption of soul power. Oscar hurried over, recited a spell silently, summoned the sausage, and handed it to the two of them.

"Mubai, you are too weak. I have told you to take care of yourself a long time ago." Wang Xiaofeng said with some dissatisfaction.

Dai Mubai said angrily: "You put it lightly, martial soul fusion skills are inherently explosive soul skills, how can they be maintained forever?"

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