Working for God from Douluo

After Ning Fengzhi's impassioned speech ended, Naibi's performance began, and the five types of soul masters were filmed in five rows.

Come to the disciple holding a bamboo stick and draw out the opponent you are fighting. As the draw ended, the game began immediately.

The referees from each department began to call the players and come on stage to compete. Ye Fan looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, which had "11" written in red fonts.

He had no intention of watching other people's battles. He closed his eyes and ran the eight meridians in his body, and the swordsmanship evolved in his head. In this way, Ye Fan started to operate without fail.

It wasn't until the referee called the number "11" that he got out of that state, got up from the ground, and strode towards the arena where the attack-type soul masters were standing. A strong young man stepped onto the stage. .

The sturdy young man spoke first and said: "Su Hua, eighteen years old, martial soul: Bloodthirsty Knife, thirty-fourth level battle soul master!"

Then Su Hua turned to Ye Fan and said sarcastically: "Boy, you look like you are only thirteen or fourteen years old. I have never seen you in the sect. Senior brother gives you a kind suggestion. Take advantage of the Hurry up and admit defeat before the competition starts. Anyway, the final takeover will be the same, so as not to make you look hurt all over your body later."

Seeing the other party say this, Ye Fan almost couldn't help laughing. I'm old enough to be your ancestor!

Ye Fanyou also deliberately followed Su Hua's wishes and said: "Senior brother, I just joined the sect, and I know that I am no match for senior brother, but if I admit defeat directly like this, it will be difficult for junior brother to face him in the future. Please be merciful, senior brother, and let me lose more gracefully!"

"Since you have said so, junior brother, then senior brother will naturally comply with junior brother's request."

"The competition begins!" Following the referee's order, the two of them activated their soul power and activated their martial spirits.

At this time, Ye Fan's advantage was revealed. It was obvious that both of them activated their martial spirits at the same time, but Ye Fan was a few seconds faster than Su Hua.

Two purple and one black soul rings were exposed in front of everyone, and the disciples who were really paying attention to the competition screamed out in surprise.

"Ah!" The sharp cry seemed to pierce the sky, attracting the attention of all the disciples who were watching the competition.

Ning Fengzhi and a group of elders were also attracted. Bone Douluo couldn't control his emotions and shouted: "No, a thirty-level soul ring can be configured like this!"

Ning Fengzhi was also shocked. He had believed in Ye Fan's talent since Chen Xin introduced him, but he saw Ye Fan's three soul rings, especially the third soul ring, which was the black ten-thousand-year soul ring. , and was not surprised.

As one of the three sect leaders of the seven major sects, how could he not understand the difficulty of this.

Several other disciples who were competing also stopped what they were doing and looked at Ye Fan's stage. For a time, the eyes of the whole audience were focused on Ye Fan. The whole audience was looking forward to Ye Fan's performance.

Su Hua, who was opposite Ye Fan at this time, was so surprised that he couldn't speak. "You...you...are you...still a human being?"

While his opponent was still stunned, Ye Fan immediately launched an attack. He flashed in front of Su Hua, swung the sword in his hand and exerted force on his wrist. Su Hua was blown away like a badminton.

The competition ended with screams. At this time, everyone in the sect gradually came to their senses. The female disciples in the sect saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly, and they all had nymphomaniac disease, "Okay. handsome!"

At this time, the referee also recovered. Seeing Su Hua who had fallen to the ground, he immediately announced that Ye Fan had won the competition.

Originally, Ye Fan thought that this competition would be the least and would take one minute to resolve. Unexpectedly, it only took him a few seconds and not even a trace of soul power was used.

"Oh, it's really boring."

In order to no longer be the center of attention, Ye Fan quickly put away his martial arts spirit, changed the clothes he was wearing, and left the martial arts arena as quickly as possible.

Ye Fan had just returned to his house, and Ning Fengzhi seemed to be following him. When he was about to close the courtyard door, Ning Fengzhi stopped him.

"Brother Ye Fan, I have something I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you have time."

"Sect Master, please come in!"

Ye Fan and Ning Fengzhi came to sit down in the hall of the house. Ye Fan made a cup of tea and handed it to Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Master, what do you want to do with me this time?"

"I wonder if you are still used to living here. Is there anything else you need to add?"

"Sect Master, I don't lack anything here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Seeing Ye Fan, so simple and clear, he no longer hid it, and said: "I didn't expect that little brother Ye Fan would have such strength, it is just a blessing for our sect!"

"It's like this. Our sect is named after the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so it is mainly auxiliary. In view of your strength, I think that in the next competition, each of the disciples who will fight you will be equipped with an auxiliary soul master. What do you think of this?"

Ye Fan wanted to slap the leader Ning in front of him. His purpose was to see Ye Fan's potential and his limits, and to see if he needed to focus on training.

Another point is that I want to test my courage. If I say no, the middle-aged man in front of me will definitely give up on cultivating me. Under the pressure above, Ye Fan had to agree to him.

This world is originally a world of the weak and the strong. You force people to respect and train you. If you are weak, you will be despised by the world.

"Since the sect leader has said so, I will comply with your request."

The second day, the martial arts field.

Ye Fan was assigned to the first match. He strode onto the stage. The female disciples on the stage screamed like crazy, "Fanfan, you are the strongest, Fanfan, you are the best!"

"This..." Ye Fan couldn't comment.

Along with Ye Fan on the stage, there was a man and a woman, each of whom announced his or her name first.

"Wei Guang, Martial Soul: Sky-Swallowing Python, Level 39 Battle Soul Master."

"Sun Yu'er, martial spirit: Green Scale Vine, thirty-fifth level combat spirit master."

At this time, the male disciples watching the battle all hated Ye Fan on the stage. Since Ye Fan yesterday, the eyes of the female disciples in the sect seemed to have improved to a very high level overnight, and they all took advantage of Ye Fan. Appearance serves as the standard of beauty.

Just yesterday, no less than hundreds of couples broke up because of this incident. For a while, Ye Fan became the public enemy of the male compatriots in the sect.

They were expecting Ye Fan on the stage to be knocked down by two people.

"Ye Fan, Martial Soul: Star Dragon Pattern Sword, thirty-seventh level battle soul master."

With the referee's order, the competition began.

(Predict what will happen next, and listen to the explanation next time!)