Douluo's martial soul Barrett

Oscar saw Ma Hongjun looking like he was really going to take action, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I didn't take action, I just saw a bug in your hair, so I slapped it to death."

Just kidding, if the two really got into a fight, he would definitely be the one who got beaten.

"Who are you fooling? Do you think I'm stupid?" Ma Hongjun said angrily.

Seeing that Ma Hongjun could no longer be deceived, Oscar immediately looked at Han Haotian and others asking for help.

Dai Mubai stood up and smiled, "Okay, fat man, don't be angry. Xiao Ao really helped you swat the bugs, we all saw it."

"Really?"

"Of course, do you think so many of us will help Xiao Ao lie to you?" Dai Mubai stretched out his fingers and asked.

Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, Ma Hongjun said doubtfully, "Even so, gun king sounds better."

"No, boxing champion sounds better."

"........."

After watching the bickering between the two for a while, Xiao Wu turned around and asked with some disinterest, "Brother Tian, ​​you have come up with code names for us all, what about your own? What is your code name?"

Han Haotian smiled and said, "My code name is different from yours. My code name is both a code name and not a code name."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that your codenames are related to your martial arts, or, like Xiaosan, to your own personality, but mine is different. My codename has nothing to do with any of these."

As Han Haotian spoke, Ma Hongjun and Oscar stopped arguing and both looked over. Even the master and three other people sitting on the other side pricked up their ears.

"The codename I gave myself is God Haotian. This codename carries my expectations and pursuit of myself."

As Han Haotian spoke, a thunder sounded out of thin air, seeming to indicate something.

"God Haotian?" Everyone whispered this sentence softly. The more they chanted, the more they thought about it, and they always felt that there was something behind these four words.

Although they felt that this code name was extremely mysterious and extraordinary, it was nothing more than that, but Tang San on the side shrank his pupils slightly and his eyes changed.

Tang San looked at Han Haotian with some surprise and uncertainty.

He knew the name of God Haotian. The God once worshiped by the ancients was this God Haotian. He was a very ancient and powerful god in myths and legends.

Han Haotian looked at Tang San, whose eyes kept flickering, and said with a smile, "Xiao San, what can I do for you?"

"Uh...it's okay, it's okay."

"Well, this is just my pursuit of myself anyway."

Since then, all eight Shrek members have had their own codenames.

Next, in order to keep themselves in the best condition for the evening spirit fight, no one went out and stayed in the hotel to meditate and wait for the night to fall.

"Thousand-hand Shura, Shura God, it turns out that it was already destined at this time." Back in the room, Han Haotian recalled how he felt when he gave someone his nickname.

As night falls, the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena repeats the excitement of every night. Bustling crowds gather from all directions, and everyone rushes towards the Spirit Fighting Arena with excited expressions.

As the most traditional and passionate national entertainment, major spirit fighting arenas have always been the most popular places for everyone, with a large number of people entering and exiting them every day.

Soul masters are keen on passionate battles, and after the battles, they receive bounties or the favor of rich people, and are recruited to live a luxurious life with plenty of food and clothing.

The civilians satisfied their own vanity and sat on the stage watching the usually aloof soul masters fighting below. Although they could only watch the most ordinary soul master battles, this was enough.

The rich can spend a lot of money here, not only can they enjoy the wonderful fighting spirits, but they can even attract some excellent and powerful spirit masters to their families.

Han Haotian has been recruited dozens of times, and some even directly sent their daughters to seduce Han Haotian. In the eyes of those rich people, Han Haotian is just a hot cake that cannot be more fragrant.

It's a pity that Han Haotian doesn't care about them at all, and disappears after every battle.

And they don't have the strength to force the Soul Fighting Arena to hand over Han Haotian's detailed information.

As the crowd surged, a team ushered in the square in front of the Great Soul Fighting Arena. Eight of the 11 people in this team were all wearing uniforms and different masks, which was extremely attractive. Attention.

Previously, Han Haotian accidentally saw the clothes and masks that Flanders designed for them, and tore them up on the spot. Then he took out a sum of money and asked him to prepare a set of costumes for them. If he was not satisfied, he would You can do it yourself, but then those clothes won't have the Shrek Academy mark on them.

This immediately made Flanders give up his perfunctory thoughts. He looked at the golden soul coin in his hand without a greedy expression, and solemnly promised to do it well.

In the end, they did come up with a uniform that satisfied Han Haotian. The uniforms were all black with red lines. Han Haotian and other men were all wearing stiff suits, with the name of Shrek Academy embroidered in gold on the chest.

The uniforms of Zhu Zhuqing and other three girls also won their opinions. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were wearing slightly tighter clothes suitable for fighting, while Ning Rongrong was directly wearing a JK uniform. When they first saw Ning Rong When Rong put on a JK uniform, Han Haotian was stunned.

He never expected that Ning Rongrong would do this, but in this way, her youthful, lively and cute temperament was fully displayed, especially when she stood with her hands behind her back.

Wearing neat black half-face masks with gold rims, Han Haotian and the eight of them became the most beautiful people in the entire square.

But one of the eight of them was particularly uncomfortable. The more people looked at them, the more uncomfortable he became. If there wasn't someone holding him next to him, he would have slipped away long ago.

And this person is Ma Hongjun and Benjun, who is responsible for the comedy and foil.

"Brother Tian, ​​boss, can we go faster?" Feeling the whispers around him, Ma Hongjun only hated himself for why he had to be like them?

"It's okay, we're in no hurry."

"Yes, we are not in a hurry. The moonlight outside is so bright. It would be a pity not to appreciate it more."

"Correct."

"Chuckles~~~"

"Fat man, you really can't blame anyone else for this. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself." Xiao Wu said with a smile.

"Hee hee hee.."

The suits that were originally very handsome on Han Haotian and the four of them were directly stretched into a ball by Ma Hongjun, and they were not straight at all.

Fortunately, the quality of the clothes was excellent and they would not be burst by him. Otherwise, it would be a sadder story than sad.

"I..." Ma Hongjun pinched the corner of his clothes aggrievedly. He felt the malice coming from beside him and felt extremely aggrieved.

When he first customized clothes, Han Haotian had thought about Ma Hongjun's situation and planned to make a separate suit for him. However, Ma Hongjun was unwilling to do so. He had to have the same clothes. If they were different, he would say that Han Haotian was discriminating and discriminating against his figure. In the end, Han Haotian had to agree to his request.

Then Ma Hongjun appeared, looking like he was dying of shame and anger.