Gourd of Douluo

The pace of the game was fast. After Wang Xiaofeng went to the registration office to settle his points, when he came back, Tang San and Xiao Wu had already finished their respective battles.

"Huh, it's a good thing that the soul master with the Red Flame Rhino Spirit didn't develop his own fire ability enough, otherwise this game would have been difficult to win."

Tang San sighed, his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit was still a little weak. Although it was enough in terms of toxins, its toughness and elemental resistance were still lacking. The third spirit ring had to add some elemental resistance.

Xiao Wu said nonchalantly: "Xiao San, if you had used a hidden weapon, you would have eliminated the opponent long ago."

Tang San shook his head, "Although hidden weapons are powerful, they are not used to do evil, and Xiaofeng is right, soul power is the foundation of a soul master, and relying too much on external objects will not do much good to oneself."

"Hmph, old-fashioned old man." It happened to be Tang San and Xiao Wu's turn in the 2v2. Xiao Wu snorted coldly and walked towards the soul fighting stage. Tang San could only follow helplessly.

Ma Hongjun looked on with envy and said, "When can I have a girlfriend?"

Wang Xiaofeng glanced at Ma Hongjun: "Fat man, when can you lose all your muscles, this matter will be easier to handle."

Although Ma Hongjun looks fat, if you touch it with your hands, you will find that it is not fat at all, but hard muscles. Under Zhao Wuji's devilish training, most of Ma Hongjun's fatness had long since disappeared.

But the strange thing is that Ma Hongjun's body shape has always been round and bulging. Wang Xiaofeng suspected that he was affected by Wuhun. If the problem of Wuhun's bloodline can be solved, his appearance should also change.

"Zhu Zhuqing is going to win." Wang Xiaofeng glanced at the battle on the field and saw that it was completely one-sided. The power attack type on the opposite side could not touch Zhu Zhuqing at all. Instead, Zhu Zhuqing was like a cat playing with a mouse, leaving a wound on the opponent's body from time to time and then retreating with one blow, without any greed.

The Nether Civet Cat Martial Spirit is not actually a top-level Martial Spirit, but it is just relatively famous. However, Zhu Zhuqing has obviously developed the characteristics of his martial soul very well.

As Wang Xiaofeng guessed, the opposing soul master realized that he could not win after persisting for one minute, so he decisively gave up. Zhu Zhuqing won the game.

"Fat man, it's your turn. Tang San and the others have won. If you lose, don't say you know us." Dai Mubai came over and patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder.

"Boss Dai, you should worry about yourself." Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai with disdain. As long as he didn't encounter poisonous or charming spirits, he would be invincible at the level of a great soul master.

But whenever Dai Mubai encounters a powerful control-type soul master or agility-attack type soul master, he usually loses. Whoever made him so famous in the Great Soul Fighting Arena knew the shortcoming of his third spirit ring not lasting.

"Okay, hurry up and get on the stage." When Dai Mubai saw Zhu Zhuqing coming over, he quickly urged Ma Hongjun to come on stage. He didn't want Ma Hongjun to talk about his embarrassing things anymore. It would be bad for Zhu Zhuqing to hear it.

Ma Hongjun curled his lips and walked onto the stage. The person he faced was a middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face.

"It looks like it's a beast spirit, and it's biased toward the agility attack system. Fatty won." Wang Xiaofeng glanced at Ma Hongjun's opponent and knew that Ma Hongjun had won. After all, Ma Hongjun's evil fire was more powerful than agility attack system spirit masters and control system spirit masters. division.

Wang Xiaofeng felt a little bored, so he went to buy some meat skewers to fill his stomach. When he came back, he found that everyone had completed their respective soul fighting. Today's results can be said to be perfect, and everyone won the game.

However, seeing Xiao Wu hugging the pale Tang San angrily, Wang Xiaofeng knew that he was injured in the 2v2, but even if Tang San refused to eat Oscar's sausage, such a minor injury could be recovered by itself in two days.

When the seven people walked out of the spirit fighting arena, they could still hear the cheers one after another. Although they couldn't say that they had benefited a lot from today's spirit fighting, Tang San and the others still felt that they had gained a lot from this kind of hostile actual combat.

"By the way, where's the dean?" Tang San couldn't help but ask after noticing that Flanders had disappeared for a while.

"You should be running to some corner, happily counting today's harvest." Wang Xiaofeng said while eating the meat skewers in his hand.

When he was buying barbecue, he passed by the gaming area and spotted a familiar figure. Needless to say, it must be that guy from Flanders. He would not give up such a good opportunity to make money.

"Okay, everyone is tired after the game, so let's go back and rest." Dai Mubai saw that it was getting late, so he led everyone back to the academy.

The boys' and girls' dormitories were not in the same direction, so everyone started to separate.

When Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar returned to the dormitory, they met Ning Rongrong sitting on the railing at the door, dangling her feet.

Ning Rongrong jumped down from the railing, "Why did you come back so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Wang Xiaofeng didn't want to get involved with the disciples of the big sect, especially such a moody young lady, who was the most troublesome.

"We've gone to class. Why did you come to us if you weren't resting in bed?" Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and said helplessly.

"You two are the more fun in the entire academy. How about you consider becoming my follower? The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect can provide countless resources to help you practice."

"If you came here just to talk about this, then you should just go back and forth wherever you go." Wang Xiaofeng was a little impatient. Is this young lady running stupid?

"If the Qibao Glazed Sect has consumed countless resources and only trained you, a twelve-year-old twenty-sixth-level great soul master, then the so-called countless resources are nothing more than that." Wang Xiaofeng shook his head with some regret and walked in He entered the mimicry training ground next to him.

Ning Rongrong looked at Wang Xiaofeng who was leaving angrily, and asked Oscar, who had a complicated expression on his side, "Oscar, are you willing to help me?"

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong in front of him and suddenly exhaled, as if he had let go of something. "I am not worthy of the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect. With the Qibao Glazed Sect as your backer, how can you still lack a bitch?"

Seeing Oscar walking towards the dormitory and preparing to leave, Ning Rongrong shouted unwillingly: "Don't you like me? Even you are not willing to support me?"

"I do like you, but it's a pity that I like your appearance. Your personality and mentality are far from what I imagined, so I give up now. You are not worthy of my liking."

Without stopping, Oscar returned directly to the dormitory and closed the door with a bang.

When had Ning Rongrong been so angry? She burst into tears and ran away without looking back.

"Brother Feng, do you think we have gone too far?" Oscar said muffledly as he lay on the quilt, listening to the crying that was getting farther and farther away.

"She has this kind of princess disease. She wants the world to revolve around her. Without some strong medicine, she really thinks that the Qibao Glazed Sect is invincible." Wang Xiaofeng sat on the window and looked at the bright moonlight on the ground and said to Oscar.

"She is not terminally ill now, and there is still hope. If this is of no use, then she should pray not to offend me in the future, otherwise the mere Seven Treasures Glazed Sect..."

Wang Xiaofeng jumped out of the window and patted his butt, "Okay, I'm going to practice first. You should also hold on tight, don't be left too far behind."

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