Douluo: My Wuhun is the Eye of Jianjigu

Chapter 167 Weird attacks everywhere (four thousand two chapters)

Time flies, and in the days of gravity training and medicinal baths day after day, the strength of everyone in Shrek Academy finally ushered in a rapid improvement.

And all this took just three months.

after that

Flanders even gave everyone a holiday for the first time, and didn't even force them to compete in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

That night.

In the boys dormitory.

Yan Yizheng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing with his eyes closed.

In the past three months, he has successfully adapted to the five-ring Super Saiyan mode. In other words, after basically turning on the Super Saiyan mode, his true combat power is comparable to Soul Saint, and Zhao Wuji is a level.

Although there will be some side effects, it is already a huge improvement compared to before.

At the very least, in terms of physical strength alone, Zhao Wuji is completely inferior to Yan Yi. At the very least, it would take two Zhao Wuji's strength to be able to forcefully arm-wrestle Yan Yi.

Oscar, who was also in the same dormitory as Yan Yi during the holidays, was lying on his back in bed bored.

"Hate, why do you think I am in the same dormitory with a guy like you? I have trained hard for three months and finally have a vacation, and you are still practicing? You are simply a pervert!"

Glancing at Yan Yi who was practicing with his eyes closed, Oscar crossed his legs, casually made a sausage, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

Originally, he planned to go and play with Dai Mubai and the others, but unfortunately, Dai Mubai has been hanging around Zhu Zhuqing these days. He is not an uninterested person. As for Ma Hongjun, he left the house early, even if Oscar used it Even if you think about it, you can imagine where this fat man will go.

"Oh...what a life!"

Turning his head to glance at the bright moon outside the window, Oscar couldn't help but sigh.

If possible, he would also like to provoke peach blossoms, but unfortunately, Ning Rongrong has no interest in him at all, and his heart is entirely devoted to Yan Yi.

"Xiao Ao, make recovery sausage!"

Very suddenly, Yan Yi, who had been practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, gave an order to Oscar, got out of bed, and walked towards the dormitory door.

"Recover sausage? Do you want to eat it? Oh~ I know, I'm tired of eating steamed buns. If you want to try the sausage I made, tell me earlier!"

Oscar laughed strangely, raised his finger and pointed at Yan Yi. Without saying anything more, he quickly recited the soul curse. In just a moment, his hands were already filled with sausages.

After absorbing the soul ring of the Wind-tailed Cockscomb and being promoted to the Soul Master, he could make recovery sausages almost instantly.

"Hey~ Hey? Yan Yi, where are you going?"

Just as he was about to hand the recovery sausage to Yan Yi, Oscar noticed Yan Yi's figure disappearing from the corner of the open dormitory door.

Subsequently

Before he could chase him out, a strong smell of blood filled the air from outside.

"Damn... Fatty? What's going on with you?"

In Oscar's horrified eyes, his right hand, already soaked in blood, was currently pressing on his heart. Between his fingers, a cylindrical metal dyed red with blood was exposed.

"It's okay, don't worry, you won't die yet!"

Ma Hongjun, who was gritting his teeth and with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, waved his hands feebly, and sat down with Yan Yi's help.

"what happened?"

After Ma Hongjun sat down, Yan Yi checked his injuries and couldn't help but frown.

A crossbow arrow just hit his heart. If it weren't for the three months of training that had strengthened his physique, and what Yan Yi had given him was the White Tiger Spirit from Dai Mubai that had been enhanced several times. , to further strengthen his physique, and use his muscles to clamp the crossbow arrow tightly at the critical moment. I am afraid that the crossbow arrow would penetrate directly through his heart. Even Ma Hongjun would suffer such a terrifying penetrating injury. There was no way he could make it back. Just the journey from Soto City back to the academy would cause him to bleed to death.

Even now, his clothes are already soaked with blood. If it's a little later, Ma Hongjun may have to answer.

Seeing Ma Hongjun want to say something angrily, Yan Yi didn't pay attention, but suddenly, a jade-colored finger suddenly clamped the exposed crossbow arrow tail on his chest, and there was a "squeak" sound, followed by the sound of his flesh being cut with a sharp weapon. There was a strange sound when it opened, and Ma Hongjun screamed in pain. Amidst the popping sound, large amounts of blood spurted out from the penetrating wound in Ma Hongjun's heart.

For a moment, the stench of blood filled the entire dormitory.

"Eat it!"

Before Ma Hongjun's cry of pain stopped, Yan Yi turned his palm, his soul lingering, and an emerald green bean appeared in it, and then he slapped it into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

After doing all this, Yan Yi turned his attention to Oscar and said, "Okay, now you can give your sausage to the fat man."

Glancing at the location of Ma Hongjun's heart, the fleshy sprouts that had begun to pull out began to tangle together. After temporarily blocking the terrifying penetrating wound, Yan Yi stopped paying attention to Ma Hongjun.

Oscar reacted and hurriedly stuffed the recovery sausages he made into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

"Quick, eat more, eat more!"

Oscar was a little panicked, especially when he saw Ma Hongjun's pale, bloodless face.

for a long time

Ma Hongjun, whose face finally regained some color, raised his hand and pushed away the hand that was trying to stuff the newly made sausage into his mouth. He blushed and tried his best to finish chewing the sausage in his mouth and swallowed it hard. After that, he couldn't help but yell, "Xiao Ao, do you want to choke me to death?"

"I was almost killed by that thing. I was almost killed by your sausage!"

Glancing at the crossbow in Yan Yi's hand with lingering fear, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but glared at the embarrassed Oscar.

But he didn't say anything more. After all, he knew very well that Oscar was completely worried about him, especially when he was frantically making recovery sausages just now. Even though he was already a level 31 soul master, his face was pale and he was sweating already. His clothes were already wet, and he felt a little shaky standing there.

"Okay, you should sit down and rest quickly, otherwise if anything happens, it will be my fault."

Anyway, after pressing Oscar to sit down on the bed, Ma Hongjun grinned and sat back down.

"Who uses this?"

Yan Yi raised the silver-white crossbow arrow in his hand and placed it in front of Ma Hongjun's eyes. He was a little confused: "This thing, if I remember correctly, can only be used by that guy Xiaosan's Zhuge Liannu. Aren't you going to Soto?" From the city? Did you have a conflict with him? "

Regarding the grudge between Ma Hongjun and Tang San, Yan Yida was not surprised at all. After all, even if there was no reason of his own, Ma Hongjun and Tang San were on the same page, and he didn't know what Tang San was doing in the past three months. , at least Tang San never came to train once. Yan Yi thought that this guy finally saw clearly, so he didn't come to provoke them.

Who knows, this crossbow arrow made Yan Yi couldn't help but frown. Could it be that Tang San was acting cheap again?

Who doesn't know now that Ma Hongjun has been taken into the Xiao organization by himself. If he hadn't been busy training recently, he would have taken Dai Mubai and his team to meet Wang Yongtian and the others first, so as to completely put this matter aside. The organizational structure has been sorted out.

"Tang San? Haha, that coward still has the guts to provoke us now? Didn't I say that even Xiao Ao can't solve it now?"

Seeing what Yan Yi meant, that Tang San almost killed him, Ma Hongjun became anxious. Not to mention that he had obtained the second martial spirit now, even before, he didn't think he would be killed unless Tang San made a sneak attack. That guy Tang San will die soon.

That's right, what happened before was simply Tang San taking the lead in the sneak attack.

"Then what's going on? You have the White Tiger Spirit now, how could you be hurt like this?"

Ma Hongjun's face fell, and he lost all his previous energy. He said feebly: "Didn't my relationship with the front desk lady of the Great Soul Fighting Arena develop recently? Then I went to see her today, intending to take the relationship to a further level, and then ···”

Ma Hongjun hung his head and told the whole story.

"So, what you are saying is that the young lady was captured by a soul sect who didn't look like a thing, and then you heroically saved the beauty, but the person was saved, but you were taken care of by that soul sect? And? You were tied up with his soul skills, and then he shot an arrow with a strange-looking weapon. After that, he didn’t do any last hits and just let you go?”

Oscar looked weird, as if he didn't believe Ma Hongjun's statement at all.

“I think it’s weird too, but it’s what it is!”

Ma Hongjun's wound was barely recovered due to the dual effects of Yan Yi's fairy beans and Oscar's recovery sausage. At this time, facing Oscar's questioning, he shrugged and spread his hands helplessly, and even felt a little embarrassed.

The hero saved the beauty, and it started perfectly. Thinking of his handsome appearance, Ma Hongjun was very proud. Then when he lowered his head, he saw his chest soaked in blood, and his face became even more gloomy.

Now, how can I find that young lady to communicate with her?

Ignoring the conversation between the two, Yan Yi frowned.

If it weren't for the fact that Tang San had been in the academy all day and Ma Hongjun had just sworn that the soul master was the Soul Sect of the Fourth Ring, Yan Yi would have thought that it was Tang San who did it.

after all

Tang San shouldn't have too many motives. Whether it was the hatred between Ma Hongjun and himself, or Ma Hongjun's previous desire to attack him and take his soul bone, there were many, many reasons.

but

In Ma Hongjun's story, the behavior of the soul sect was full of weirdness. If he really planned to rob the woman, why did the soul sect simply let the woman go after Ma Hongjun appeared? Since he used soul skills to capture Ma Hongjun, Stop, and Ma Hongjun obviously couldn't resist, so why did he bother to use Zhuge Liannu to hit Ma Hongjun's heart?

Even in the end, why did he leave directly and let Ma Hongjun go?

"Wait a minute, don't you have the White Tiger Spirit? Didn't Yan Yi give you the matching spirit ring? Are you so easily taken care of by a spirit sect?"

Oscar suddenly screamed strangely, and he discovered the blind spot.

"Tch, you otaku, Boss Dai specifically told me before that if I cause trouble in Soto City, don't allow me to use the second martial spirit as a last resort. Once I use it, I will kill anyone who sees it."

hiss~

Oscar took a deep breath and shut up. This word actually came out of Dai Mubai's mouth.

Yan Yi also looked strange.

No wonder Ma Hongjun, a mere soul sect from the Fourth Ring Road, was so easily dealt with. He almost thought that all the special training he had given them in the past three months was in vain.

"Next time you encounter this kind of situation, don't worry about Mubai's words, just use it if you need to. Otherwise, why should I give you martial arts?"

Patting Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, Yan Yi looked a little complicated.

He didn't expect that Dai Mubai would actually say such things to him behind his back. Obviously, in Dai Mubai's view, Ma Hongjun was the most out-of-touch and the easiest to cause trouble, so he specifically warned Ma Hongjun. Fan.

And Ma Hongjun was ruthless enough. He actually didn't care about this small life. He actually didn't use the White Tiger Spirit from the beginning to the end. Otherwise, with this period of training, even if he lost to that soul sect, Ma Hongjun would definitely win. It's impossible to be injured to this extent. It's not an exaggeration. If Yan Yi hadn't responded in time just now, I'm afraid Ma Hongjun would have died.

"It seems that the effect of the Mark of Dominance is not that simple!"

After thinking about it secretly, Yan Yi could only attribute this unreasonable performance to his soul skill. People all have the instinct to survive. Even if Ma Hongjun is very close to him, when his life is threatened, Under such circumstances, he was actually most concerned about not revealing that he possessed the second martial spirit. This was contrary to common sense.

You must know that the distance between Soto City and Shrek Academy is not short, and he actually walked back step by step. The reason was actually because he was worried that the guy had other plans to prevent him from following him.

However, there was only this small flaw. Yan Yi gave Ma Hongjun a serious instruction, and after getting his exact answer, he temporarily let him go.

"Huh? What are you doing at this late hour?"

At this moment, Dai Mubai, who was looking happy and humming, passed by the door. After seeing Ma Hongjun's back in the open door, he walked in and joked.

Subsequently

After seeing the wounds on Ma Hongjun's back and the lingering fishy smell in the air, his face turned ugly.

"Fat man, what on earth is going on?"

Dai Mubai was furious, "Did that guy Tang San attack you?"

When he saw the crossbow arrow that was casually thrown on the table by Yan Yi, still stained with blood, Dai Mubai's expression changed. Just as Yan Yiyi guessed at the beginning, he also thought of Tang San immediately, not only the academy , as far as they knew, the only one in this world who used this weird weapon was Tang San, not to mention, Tang San already had a grudge against Ma Hongjun.

"No, wait!"

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes, turned around and was about to leave. He planned to go to Dai Mubai to find Tang San. He didn't want to go to Tang San without clarifying the matter, and he would inevitably have trouble with Dean Flender. conflict.

(End of this chapter)