Douluo: I Have a Big Golden Bell

Young Master Feng is also a poor man.

Born in the Feng family in Changding City, he should have been like his eldest brother, with superior talents and outstanding appearance, and should have been a first-class noble son.

But who would have expected that when he awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, he was only at the innate level one, and his martial spirit was not the Storm Eagle passed down from the Feng family's ancestors, but a bald eagle.

I was still young and ignorant, but I just felt that my martial soul was ugly and not as beautiful as my elder brother.But as I get older and know more and more, this sense of gap keeps emerging.

Sometimes he even hates his status as the young master of the Feng family, but he is just an ordinary person. Without the halo of the Feng family, he is nothing.

But poor people must be hateful. Since he recognized the reality, he began to let himself go.

What about molesting women of the common people, about seducing brothels? If Tong Jing hadn't been in the Tong family, how could there have been so many things?

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"I don't know that this is the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect. I wonder if the little princess has any advice."

Mr. Feng also didn't expect that Shrek would hide such a person, and he would threaten anyone if he didn't accept it. Who could withstand this?

"Humph, old man, let me tell you..."

"Rongrong! Be polite."

After glancing at Flanders, Ning Rongrong reluctantly closed her mouth and stared at the Feng family's disciple with her almond-shaped eyes.

At first glance, this person was not a good person, and he kept staring at several people.

"Mr. Feng, what do you think of this matter?"

After Flender taught Ning Rongrong a lesson, he looked at Feng Qing.

Now that I feel confident, I will add three chicken drumsticks to Rongrong when I get back.

"This..." Mr. Feng's vigorous momentum was shattered by Ning Rongrong's stick, and the words he had thought of must not be used.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Shao Xin, who was sitting next to Flanders, moved his ears and then said:

"I don't think so."

"Since we are all soul masters, how about we use soul masters' methods to solve the problem?"

This sentence was spoken by a food-type soul master. It sounded strange, but in this embarrassing situation, it was considered a voice of nature.

"it is good!"

"But my little grandson's fighting ability is not as outstanding as that of his elder brother. How about letting Feng Han take his place?"

Mr. Feng smiled and touched his beard and suggested.At the same time, he glanced at his indifferent grandson, feeling a little disappointed.

I heard that there was a theoretical master whose innate soul power was only half a level. Not only did he date two goddesses, he also gained a great reputation.

Although the reputation was not very good, he didn't care as long as his grandson had half the family.

When Feng Han, who had been standing silently beside him, heard the old man mentioning himself, he immediately recovered from his distraction and bowed slightly to the old man to show that he had heard.

Flanders was also reluctant to let Tong Jing go out to fight, so he nodded obediently and pointed to Tang San's few combat students behind him.

"These are all my students, why not have them come and fight instead of Jing'er?"

"haha okay!"

Mr. Feng nodded in agreement, then moved his fingers, shook his head and said:

"This battle cannot be without success, so why not let the Tong family suffer some losses?"

"Okay!" Flanders nodded, he's just a Soul Lord, can Shrek lose?

After saying that, the two looked at the trembling head of the Tong family again.

Patriarch Tong: You are stupid!

But the biggest mistake in this matter was what he did, that is, he betrothed her to Young Master Feng without Tong Jing's consent.

Although in Douluo Continent, the idea of ​​​​parents ordering matchmakers is prevalent, when the big guys need a mistake, it has to be a mistake.

Apparently the head of the Tong family also recognized the facts, nodded calmly, and after thinking for a while, silently raised five fingers.

"Fifty thousand gold soul coins?"

"Not enough!" x2

The two old misers looked at each other in surprise, and actually showed sympathy in their eyes.

"One hundred thousand~"

"No..." Flanders, who was about to say no, swallowed his last words when he saw the Tong family leader's attitude of "I'll die if you dare to join me."

But who knows, even if the Tong family head is like this, Mr. Feng is still not satisfied, and adds a word in a hesitant way, "Add the land to the west of the city!"

"Good~"

The head of the Tong family knew that this dead old man had been coveting that land for a long time. It was the only way to get to Xingdou, and it was where the ancestral village of the Tong family was located.

But there is no way, the ancestors have to be sent away when they come.

Mr. Feng stood up from his seat, and the others quickly stood up as well.

"Then let's go to the spirit fighting arena at the back and see how the juniors compete?"

"Okay, old man, lead the way!"

Flanders and others quickly followed.

On the way, Shrek and others looked at Feng Han who was walking next to Mr. Feng and whispered.

"Guess who he will choose!"

Dai Mubai puffed up his chest. There were only two people from Shrek who arrived at the Soul Sect. They were stupid to choose Brother Dong, so he was extremely confident in the upcoming battle.

If they win this battle, they can get [-] gold soul coins, so Flanders will definitely try his best to find soul beasts for them.

If they lose, haha, they will wait to be scolded by the dean.

There was a circle of people surrounding the Feng family arena.

"Mr. Feng, this is Ma Hongjun. He has just reached level [-] and has not had time to obtain the soul ring. He can barely be regarded as a soul master."

"This is Dai Mubai. He has just reached level [-] and has not yet had time to obtain a soul ring. He can barely be considered a soul sect."

"This is Qiandong, a level 46 soul sect."

"Tang San..."

After the introduction, Flanders pulled Dai Mubai over. He also felt that Dai Mubai would be chosen, so he said to Mr. Feng:

"So which one are you planning to challenge?"

Several members of the Feng family couldn't help but take a breath when they heard that such a high level of soul power was achieved at such a young age.

These teenagers are so terrifying!

Their eldest son is 25 years old this year and is only level 45 Soul Sect, while the bald man opposite him who is obviously smaller in appearance is already level 46.

However, Mr. Feng obviously had no intention of taking advantage, but pointed at the bald man with the highest rank at the end.

"Just him!"

"hiss!!!"

Everyone who knew about it was shocked. Even the way Ning Rongrong looked at Mr. Feng was wrong. She shouldn't have bullied someone with a brain problem just now.

Doesn't he know that less hair means stronger?

But others don’t want to take advantage, but Flender is willing!

Pushing Dai Mubai away, he pushed the confused Qian Dong onto the ring with a smile and rubbed his hands.

"Old man, when should we start?"

Originally, he was still worried about whether Dai Mubai could beat him, but now he saw one hundred thousand gold soul coins waving to him!

Seeing Flanders's profiteer look, Mr. Feng knew that the young man on stage was not an easy person.

He turned his head and whispered a few instructions to his eldest grandson.

"Don't hold back when you get on stage. This bald guy is not an easy guy!"

"Got it, Grandpa!"

The tone was a little relaxed, but Mr. Feng didn't care.

Because Feng Han is the successor trained by two soul saints, and he is also the high-level martial soul Fengyun Ying.

Jumping onto the ring in two steps, Feng Han looked at the handsome young man in front of him and bowed slightly.

"I'm Fenghan, Wuhun Fengyunying, you're polite!"

"I'm in Xia Qiandong, Wuhun Shanhe Bell, please give me some advice!"