Douluo Dalu's evil god dies

Chapter 113 The First Battle

"Cough cough."

Mu Feng was still coughing at this time, which inevitably caused concern in the audience, fearing that he would die on stage due to lack of energy and blood.

"What would happen if I met you before her??"

Lan Susu's mood at this time was obviously not as good as last time. Originally, this song was written for "him", so naturally she would not sing it easily with others, but since Mu Feng brought it up, she was embarrassed to sing with such a person. She confessed that she liked him in front of him.

"We are still strangers...?"

Mu Feng did not continue singing Lan Susu's lyrics, but sang the adverb.What's even more shocking is that Mu Feng's voice is so deep and firm, like an infatuated man who is willing to sacrifice himself for his love.

"I'll see what you do now."

Mu Feng originally wanted to just go through the motions, but when he saw that the audience didn't like him so much, he naturally wouldn't let them get their way. Not only would he not screw up, he would also have to step on Lan Susu and sing.

"Senior Lan, it's your turn."

Mu Feng smiled and gestured. Only then did Lan Susu react to Mu Feng's singing, and then together they played Lan Susu's newly composed song in a new way.

After the song was over, the audience was dumbfounded. Isn't this guy an old man? How could he sing so well?

After a brief silence, sporadic applause broke out from the audience, with Duan Xiaoxiao and others showing their strength.

"Wow!" The audience reacted in scattered applause, and then thunderous applause resounded throughout every corner of the concert, even more enthusiastic than when Lan Susu sang for the first time. .

"Don't get stuck in a dead end. Go out and take a look and you might gain more."

After Mu Feng finished speaking in Lan Susu's ear, he walked off the stage.

"Teacher, you, you, you..."

Xiao Ya was so shocked that she was almost speechless. After all, this was the first time she felt that her idol was inferior to others in singing.

"Teacher, am I handsome?"

Mu Feng showed off to his students, saying that it had been a long time since he had defeated the tea master so happily.

"Tch, you're less stinky, but your voice just sounds better."

Zhu Qing also said dissatisfiedly, but even though she said this, she still had to admit that Mu Feng did sing well.

"Teacher, can I ask you a question?"

"Say."

"How old are you exactly?"

Ji Yun's words immediately made the others interested. In the past, Mu Feng had always communicated with them in a hoarse voice, so they naturally regarded him as an old man. But now after hearing Mu Feng with such a voice, they They couldn't help but think of this matter again.

"It's a secret! How can you ask the boy's age directly?"

At this time, Mu Feng returned to the old man's voice and signaled that it was time to leave.

"Sister Susu, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, Wang Zan, who was backstage, asked worriedly when he saw Lan Susu looking worried.

"It's weird, it's really weird. Why do I feel like I've heard this voice somewhere? Sister Wanying, do you know why?"

"I don't know, I just think this voice deserves a beating."

Xie Wanying was not experienced in the world, and she had the illusion of being a powerful soul master like her grandfather, so she was not interested in Mu Feng's singing. Instead, she felt that such a pretentiously deep voice was a bit artificial.

"I feel so too!"

The door inside the house was pushed open, and a sturdy young man walked in. This man was Dai Tianlin.

"That person is not simple, he should be more than a soul king."

Before that, the old man who led Mu Feng and others also came in. As he walked, he told everyone his opinions about Mu Feng, hoping that they would have the opportunity to test whether his soul power was an evil spirit. division.

After the concert ended, Mu Feng and others followed the crowd back to the dormitory, but this time they did not fall asleep immediately, but were surrounded by colleagues.

"Xiaoxiao, where is your teacher?"

"Xiaoxiao, can you get me an autograph?"

Mu Feng became famous because of his appearance in the concert.At the same time, it is inevitable to be recognized by acquaintances, no, now several people hurriedly came to the room of Duan Xiaoxiao, who was the most talkative, and asked.

"Uh, teacher...he needs to rest. He hurt his throat just now from singing!"

When several people saw that Duan Xiaoxiao refused, they stopped disturbing him and went back to sleep.Duan Xiaoxiao was left alone looking in the direction of Mu Feng's room and wondering what he was thinking.

The next day, the much-anticipated Soul Master Competition kicked off. This competition may have the largest number of participants. The catastrophe a hundred years ago not only failed to destroy the inheritance of soul masters, but instead destroyed many hidden people. The powerful soul master sects were lured out, but more of them were just here to make up the numbers.For this reason, the organizers decided to conduct three knockout rounds first to filter out these mixed soul master teams.

"Register your team's name and players here and you can go in to draw the number of games."

At this time, the ten windows at the front desk were full of soul master teams who came to register for the competition. In order to maintain efficiency, the organizer stipulated that as long as there were seven people, they could go in to draw lots first to prevent the accumulation of people.

"You guys go over there first, I'll be there later."

After Mu Feng registered the identity information of several people, he thought for a while, and then wrote something more.

"Have you finished writing? Let me take a look."

The front desk confirmed to Mu Feng after reading the registration information.

"There are nine people participating in the competition, are you sure?"

"Sure!"

In the courtyard, at the lottery office.

"The sky is bright and the earth is bright, I must get a good draw this time!"

An Ran was praying in front of the box very superstitiously at this time, and even the staff on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"Still smoking?"

"smoke!"

Upon seeing this, An Ran quickly reached into the box, grabbed one, thought about it, and put it down. He grabbed another and put it down again. He didn't take out the third lot until the staff gave him a warning.

"Star Luo Royal Detachment??"

At this time, An Ran's eyes widened when he saw the teams they were going to face, because the last time Wuhun Academy faced off was the Xingluo Royal Team. However, because the seniors and their strength were too different, they lost miserably.In the end, they lost the game with a casualty ratio of zero to seven.

"good."

Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that if he encountered the Shrek team when he came up, the team battle would be unplayable.After all, he is not confident enough to break history.

"What should I do, Xiaoxiao?"

An Ran apologized to several people for her mistake. After all, she didn't expect her luck to be so bad.

"Oh, by the way, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, Xiaoxiao, don't go on stage yet, let Ye Leng take your place first."

"??"

At this time, even the other people couldn't stand it anymore. The opponent was already strong enough, so why did Mu Feng bring Ye Leng, an auxiliary soul master with no combat power at all?

(End of this chapter)