Draw Goddess from Douluo

Liu Xiuxiu's eyes were wide open, her face full of disbelief. She had never seen such a shocking scene, and the energy emitted by that white light made her feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"It's so awesome. Is this the fighting spirit of Samsung? I think it's already a fighter, right?" A young man on the sidelines swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty. There was a tremor in his voice, and he was obviously deeply shocked by the scene.

"Yes, how could a three-star Dou Ling have such strong Dou Qi, and his thunder attribute skills are so terrifying!" Another young man exclaimed. He kept shaking his head, as if he wanted to escape from this shock. Wake up.

I saw a young man standing proudly in the center of field three. There was still a white flame coming out of his palm, and the flame jumped between his fingers like a spiritual snake, as if it could break through the restraints at any time and attack violently in all directions.

The young man's eyes showed a gray-brown color, which was deep and cold, as if it could swallow up all light. His appearance is cold, and every line seems to have been tempered thousands of times, depicting his cold and firm character. And his eyes were filled with a menacing and sinister aura, like an awakened wild beast, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

"Leng Han, his methods are just like his name. He is ruthless enough to rival Third Senior Brother!" Someone whispered, their voice full of awe and fear. They knew that the strength of this young man named Leng Han had surpassed that of ordinary three-star fighting spirits, and was even comparable to those powerful fighters.

At this moment, Leng Han seemed to be the focus of the audience. He stood there, exuding a powerful aura. Everyone was watching him, wanting to see more clues from him. Leng Han didn't seem to care about these looks. He just stood there quietly, as if waiting for the next challenge to begin.

Liu Xiuxiu also took a deep look at Leng Han. She knew in her heart that this young man would be a strong opponent for her in the future. But she didn't feel intimidated by this. On the contrary, her eyes shone with an even fiercer light. She knows that only by constantly challenging the strong can she become stronger. The appearance of Leng Han undoubtedly provided her with an excellent opportunity.

The atmosphere in Court No. 3 boiled up again after a brief calm. The audience looked forward to the next game and Leng Han to bring them more shocks and surprises. Liu Xiuxiu also secretly made up her mind that she must work hard to practice and strive to stand on the same level as Leng Han in the near future and compete with him.

Outside the court, Leng Xing stood tall and straight as a pine tree, with a light blue gown fluttering gently in the breeze. He was originally calmly watching the competition in the field, but at a certain moment, his sword-shaped eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his eyes were pointed at a young man not far away like a sharp blade. The young man was commenting on the situation in private with others, with a bit of pride and contempt on his face.

Leng Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see through the young man's heart. He doesn't like the behavior of talking behind his back, and he doesn't like other people's contempt for him. However, he did not have an attack on the spot. He just took a deep breath and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. His eyes turned to the young man in the field again - Leng Han.

Leng Han, his junior brother, is also someone he has always valued. At this moment, Leng Han was competing fiercely with other disciples in the field. His sword skills were sharp and his body skills were agile. Every move he made was eye-catching. Leng Xing looked at Leng Han and couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth. He knew that Leng Han's strength was far more than that, and the training results could not represent his real progress in the past three years.

"Elder brother, just wait and see." Leng Xing thought to himself, "When Leng Han and Long Fei challenge your Liu Yang, that will be the real excitement."

At this moment, the competition on the field ended, Leng Han's figure flashed and fell back to the ground lightly. There was a faint smile on his face, and he was obviously quite satisfied with his performance. He walked out of the venue, but suddenly bumped into the oncoming Long Fei.

Long Fei had a playful look on his face, with a cynical light shining in his eyes. He looked Leng Han up and down, as if looking at some strange object, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became thicker. "Leng Han, are you sweating today?" He teased, "Do you want me to wipe it for you?"

Leng Han frowned slightly when he heard this. He didn't like Long Fei's frivolous attitude, and he didn't like his character who always liked to take advantage of others. He glared at Long Fei coldly and replied in a cold tone: "Go away."

The crowd around him retreated one after another. They all knew Leng Han's temper and did not dare to provoke him easily. Even Lin Yu and others who had been following Long Fei wisely stayed away for fear of being affected.