My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 87 Feng Wudi

Regarding his intimidation and provocation, Ye Fan could only lazily raise his eyelids and said lazily: "Your provocation method is very low-level. Do you think I will be afraid of a dandy?"

Although we don't know his identity, from his words and deeds, it is easy to infer that he is the kind of person who is pampered at home and is used to being domineering outside, relying on his family background to dominate outside.

The waitress on the side was almost crying. How dare she let the two fight here? No matter who wins, the aftermath of the fight here will be enough to destroy many people.

"Master Feng, you have a lot of knowledge. If you don't have the same experience as that person, you really can't fight here." The waitress said quickly, she was about to cry.

"Stop talking nonsense, all losses are mine." Master Feng glanced at her, and the ferocity in his eyes made her immediately snort.

"Feng Wudi, martial soul Gale Wind Demon Wolf, level 34 attack-type battle soul master, please give me some advice."

A wolf-shaped shadow exactly like Feng Qingtian appeared behind him.

"Wind Demon Wolf?" Ye Fan was stunned when he heard this.

The man in front of him was exactly the same except that he had more wolf transformation characteristics than the one in the academy after being possessed by a martial spirit.

Ye Fan then began to look at the man in front of him. He had not wanted to look at him just now, thinking that looking at him would dirty his eyes.

"What? Are you scared to death? Haha." Feng Wudi laughed loudly. Seeing him frozen in place, he thought he was intimidated by his domineering aura.

I felt secretly happy in my heart, but on the surface, I still maintained a condescending attitude.

"What's your relationship with Feng Qingtian?" Ye Fan asked with a frown.

Feng Qingtian and Feng Wudi have the same crazy name, the same surname, and even their martial arts spirits are exactly the same. He would not believe it even to death if they said they were not related.

"Do you know my brother?" Feng Wudi was a little shocked when he heard the familiar name from his mouth.

"What is your relationship with my brother?"

"We are classmates, and I am his monitor." Ye Fan said.

"Huh? That really flooded the Dragon King Temple. It turns out that you and Qingtian are classmates. I'm sorry." Feng Wudi immediately withdrew his martial spirit, calmed down his aura, and said apologetically.

"I don't have a good relationship with him, so keep fighting." Ye Fan shook his head.

"Ye Bufan, martial soul Qinglong, level 31 soul power, please advise." As he spoke, he released his martial soul.

The two claws transformed into a dragon, and the outline of the muscles in the clothes became larger, and the originally loose clothes were also fuller.

He did not report his real name, and also falsely reported his soul power, hiding his strength to prepare for unexpected events.

Seeing him like this, Feng Wudi was helpless and summoned his martial spirit again. However, contrary to his previous intention to punish him, he had changed now and just wanted to restrain himself later and not really hurt others.

If he hurt him, as Feng Qingtian's brother, he might know that the school would give his younger brother some shoes.

However, he frowned and soon realized something was wrong.

Was he actually suppressed by his momentum? !

The wind demon wolf behind him was trembling, and for the first time, he felt the fear conveyed to him by the martial spirit.

"Is the martial spirit suppressed?" Feng Wudi thought in his heart, his throat rolled, and he swallowed his saliva.

The suppressed feeling of this martial spirit made him very uncomfortable. His martial spirit was not an ordinary wolf, but a mutated martial spirit, mutating in a stronger direction.

A wolf with wind attributes, which makes his martial soul quality far superior to ordinary demon wolves.

He has never felt such oppression since he was a child.

This kind of suppression in his blood and the fear in his heart, even if he rejected it with all his might, he couldn't get rid of it.

As expected of Qingtian's squad leader, his martial spirit alone is so extraordinary. If you have the chance, you can try to win over him.

Don't look at the playboy style he just showed. As a member of the Feng family, he has been educated since he was a child to win over strong people and strengthen his family.

As for what he just said about having a bad relationship with his younger brother, this is nothing to him.

First, they are still young and will have plenty of opportunities to resolve conflicts in the future.

Second, he believes that there is no enemy that can never be defeated, and that all interests can move people's hearts.

No matter how evil he is, he is still just a kid of six or seven years old. He doesn't believe that he can still handle a little kid with his sharp tongue.

Then looking at his soul ring configuration, he was jumped again.

Purple purple purple, three thousand-year soul rings, the first and second soul rings are both thousand-year-old, what kind of monster is this!

He no longer held a contemptuous heart, and had to go all out. Although he was four levels higher than the opponent, the gap in the configuration of the soul ring and the quality of the martial soul was enough to make up for these slight gaps.

The second soul skill, Qinglong obeys orders.

When the second soul ring shines and the purple light fills the air, the green dragon behind it needs to become more real.

The shadow suddenly rushed towards him from behind, which was originally stationary.

Feng Wudi was shocked, but he reacted immediately.

The first soul ring shone, and when the yellow soul ring shone, an unparalleled violent energy flowed from his body to his arms.

The tips of the wolf claws, which were as sharp as iron as clay, shone with a cold light under the light of the soul guide bulb in the hall.

"Hey!" He yelled, as if to cheer himself up and temporarily block the fear in his heart.

Facing the approaching Qinglong, he waved his hands towards him, every stroke, thrust, and lift. Every movement seemed perfect and elegant.

Ye Fan's second soul skill is to give Qinglong the ability to attack independently, but this does not mean that he cannot control it to attack.

Every strike of Qinglong looks terrifying, and every move contains terrifying pressure.

However, Feng Wudi on the opposite side could catch every move and respond accordingly.

After all, you can only attack with your own subconscious. Compared with intelligent people, it is still far behind.

Ye Fan sighed, he found that Qinglong could fight with his own fighting instinct.

For example, in the fight between the two just now, one of its claws was taken off and it was even beaten, but it still chose the same fighting technique just now.

One move after another, every move is very rigid, and there is no tactical strategy.

Feng Wudi also discovered this problem and was overjoyed, thinking that he had found a breakthrough.

However, as time passed, he discovered that the phantom in front of him was like an immortal body with no pain and no tendency to decline at all.

It stands to reason that the martial soul is part of the soul master. If the martial soul is harmed, the damage will also be transferred to the soul master himself.

But Ye Fan is different. His Qinglong will not feedback the damage suffered by himself, maintaining the continuous soul power of the second soul skill Phantom.

As long as he has enough soul power, he can even keep using this soul skill to consume his enemies.

In any case, the consumption of maintaining soul skills is not as serious as that of Feng Wudi who consumes physical and soul power due to constant attacks.

(End of this chapter)