Douluo: my wife Mo Xie

Just when Lian Ming was surprised, the antelope soul master on the stage fell to the side like a weak girl.

In addition to the marks of bites and claw wounds, his legs are now swollen and the joints have been dislocated. The Spotted Dog Soul Master beside him has fainted and fell to the ground. He was brought up to a high place by the Antelope Soul Master and then fell quickly. , coupled with the dizziness when he reached the ground, he fell to the ground defenselessly, but fortunately he was pulled on the Antelope Soul Master's lap, otherwise he would fall from such a high place at a high speed without defense. He wants half a life even if he doesn't die.

Lian Mingming nodded: "I see, this is a soul skill whose power is completely determined by the falling speed. The faster the falling speed, the heavier the object, the greater the power of the soul skill, but it requires a good physique. Only then can he fully unleash his power.”

With a distorted expression, the Antelope Soul Master reconnected his dislocated legs and stood up unsteadily, "Now can we announce the result of the competition." Host: "In this competition, Antelope Trample wins!"

"Next, please invite Clown and Xiong Da to get ready to play. Please be there within 5 minutes. Failure to show up will be considered a forfeit."

Lian Ming was still thinking about the soul skills of the Antelope Soul Master. He was stunned when he heard the broadcast, and asked Mo Xie doubtfully: "This name sounds familiar, isn't it, Mo Xie?" Mo Xie looked at Lian Ming and nodded.

Lian Ming was sitting and waiting for the next game. He saw a strong man with a bear-like face walking into the field with arrogant steps. The host waited for a while and found that the clown had not arrived yet, so he said: "Please invite the clown soul." The master will come on the stage quickly. If he does not play within 5 minutes, he will be forfeited. Please ask the clown soul master to come on the stage quickly!"

Lian Ming was waiting boredly for the opening. He held his right cheek with his right hand and said boredly: "It's so boring. Why hasn't it started yet? The clown soul master won't give up." Mo Xie suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest, "Huh? What's the matter? Got Moye?" Lian Ming asked.

Moye retracted his hand and pointed at his chest. Lian Ming looked down and saw a sticker hanging on his chest with the word "Clown" engraved on it.Lian Ming's eyes widened, "This clown soul master doesn't know how to call me, right?" Lian Ming felt like he got up and quickly ran towards the entrance of the soul fighting arena.

"Damn it! Is my first battle over like this? No, Yame~!"

Lian Ming quickly came to the entrance of the fighting arena, but was blocked by two guards, "Stop! The audience stops here."

Lian Ming pointed to his badge anxiously and said: "I'm here to fight the soul, let me in quickly! I'm going to be late!"

The guard also knew the seriousness of the matter. He glanced at the sign on Lian Ming's chest and quickly got out of the way.

On the field, the host looked at the time and said, "There is still one minute left. If the Clown Spirit Master does not enter the stage, the winner of this spirit fight will be the Xiong Spirit Master."

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"The time is up, the clown soul master has not arrived yet, this soul fighting competition Xiong Da..."

"Wait..." At the last moment when the host announced the result of the competition, Lian Ming ran in panting.

"I'm coming." Lian Ming ran to the playing field, held his knees and panted vigorously. These roads would not have been like this for him originally, but the main reason was that he was impatient.

"Oh, look, everyone, our clown soul master arrived at the scene at the last minute, so let our soul fighting competition begin now!" the host said in a majestic voice.The fighting spirit field is like this. If there are more fighting spirits, there will be no less. If there are many fighting spirits, it will be used to give the audience more impressions.

"Is the clown soul master ready? We are going to start fighting souls." The host still gave Lian Ming some time to prepare.

"I'm ready and can start at any time." Lian Ming took a few breaths and recovered.

"Then our soul fighting competition officially begins, get ready! Start--!" Following the host's order, Xiong Da Soul Master took the lead in showing his martial soul. Brown hair grew from his body, and his body became more majestic. His hands turned into bear paws, and his martial spirit was that of a brown bear. "Roar——!" A bear roared, and three white and yellow spirit rings rose from the bear's feet.

Lian Ming also felt like releasing his martial spirit here. Since it was his first time playing, Lian Ming planned to keep a low profile. The martial spirit was completed in an instant, with no lines or movements, and the three yellow, yellow and purple spirit rings rose up.

"Boom! Boom!"

When Lian Mingliang emerged from the soul ring, his low profile was of no use. Lian Ming grew up quite quickly. At 1.6 meters and a half, he looked fifteen or sixteen years old, although he was a little tender-faced.

When the audience saw that a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old turned out to be the soul master with the best soul ring ratio, they suddenly became a sensation. At such an age, he was a well-deserved genius. Everyone was very happy to see a genius fighting for souls.

Lian Ming didn't expect the commotion to be so big. He was a little dumbfounded for a moment. What were they howling?Why are you so excited all of a sudden? What happened?

His opponent stopped being contemptuous and his face became serious. Although his third soul skill was infinitely close to the thousand-year soul skill, it was still quite different from the thousand-year soul skill.

Seeing Lian Ming scratching his head in confusion at this time, how could Xiong Da let go of this good opportunity? He immediately launched an attack without even testing it. He used the first soul skill and the second soul skill at the same time, quietly As Mimi approached, Lian Ming used his first soul skill to pounce on a bear, and his second soul skill followed suit by using "Bear Hug!"

The person being hugged will be strangled tightly, which may cause injuries to the muscles and bones, and may cause the bones to fall apart. It is a very violent soul skill.

When Lian Ming rushed towards him, his second soul ring immediately lit up. Although he had anti-armor and was not afraid of getting close, who gave him Mo Xie? Lian Ming would not let anyone hurt Mo Xie, and of course he didn't seem to be able to hurt him. .

There was a sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, and the sword thorn under Lian Ming's feet rushed out of the ground in an instant. When it was about to hit Lian Ming's chest, it was instantly pushed back. Bear hair and blood were flying, and Lian Ming quickly pulled out a sword from his shoulder. Throw the flying sword out.

"I almost forgot to level A." The flying sword flew out and pierced Xiong Da's ass, which had no defense at this time. "Ouch~" Xiong Da whined for a while.

Xiong Da fell to the ground like a piece of rag, "Bang -" Feijian completed its mission and collapsed. Xiong Da slumped there like a salted fish without dreams, stretched out his hand to cover his right buttocks, that was Feijian Puncture wounds.

The host was a little confused, and came to Xiong Da's side, "Xiong Da Soul Master, are you okay?" Xiong Da was originally lying on his face, but when he heard the host's question, he turned his face to the other side and continued to lie down.

Host: "Uh... I'm sorry for you, Spirit Master Xiong, but Spirit Master Xiong has not lost his ability to fight. The spirit battle will continue!"

When Xiong Da heard this, he stood up on the spot, looked around the auditorium, suddenly twitched all over, and said: "The sword is poisonous!" Then he stood on tiptoes and leaped forward, spinning his body three and a half times in the air, gorgeously fainted.

There was silence in the audience, and the corners of the host's mouth twitched crazily.Lian Ming raised his eyebrows, very interested in his performance.

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