Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

In the center of the ring, the competition between Chen Xiaojun and Song Renjun was reaching a fever pitch.

In the viewing area where the Chen family and the others were watching the battle, the atmosphere was tense and lively.

Xixi clenched her fists nervously, her eyes closely following the movements of the two people on the field. She turned to Zhu Wuneng and opened her lips lightly: "Xiao Wuneng, can you see what's going on? What are they doing? "

Zhu Wuneng's brows were furrowed and his eyes were blazing. He carefully observed every detail on the field, and then slowly said: "The swordsman Song Renjun who is competing with the young master is the 'Thirteen Swords of the Solitary Peak'. Qingfeng Sword" Song family, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

At this time, Xiaoyi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke softly: "Aunt Yun?"

Her voice was cool, soft and pleasant to the ear.

This was the first time Xiaoyi spoke today. Mu Zilian, Liu Ruyi and others heard her voice for the first time and couldn't help but be moved by it.

Cheng Yun smiled and nodded, and explained to everyone: "Yes, Song Renjun comes from the Qingfengjian Song family, which is a branch of the Chen family."

"Their lineage is good at agility attacks. The martial spirit is a high-grade sixth-grade Qingfeng sword with dual gold and wind attributes. It is said that the Song family's martial spirit has entered the transformation stage, and its strength cannot be underestimated."

Zhu Wuneng suddenly realized it and slapped his forehead, "Oh! It turns out to be a branch. No wonder the name sounds familiar to me."

He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Xixi looked at him indifferently and said with disgust: "You don't even know this? You still say that you are your young master's follower!"

Zhu Wuneng grimaced and explained angrily: "The young master and I left home early to practice, and many things are unclear."

Zhu Wuneng, like Chen Xiaojun, went to the Ice and Fire Eyes at the age of six. The conditions were simple, the staff was sparse, and many basic information was blocked.

This is also the purpose of several of them returning to Chenlin Village after this trip. In the next two years, they will receive ethnic studies lessons in the village and make up for the lessons they have missed in the past few years.

Cheng Yun took over, "However, the young master has noticed it a long time ago, so they are now practicing swordplay in tacit understanding."

"Sword-playing?" Xixi asked curiously with her eyebrows raised.

Cheng Yun smiled and curled her lips, and explained: "Yes, swordplay. They gave up the use of soul power and competed purely with swordsmanship and physical bodies."

"This is a very basic method of swordsmanship duel, but it requires a very deep understanding of swordsmanship, and even more basic skills."

After everyone heard this, they all looked at the field attentively.

I saw Lord Chenxiao's figure like lightning, the pure Jun sword in his hand flashing with sword light, while Song Renjun was holding the Qingfeng sword, the sword was as powerful as the wind, the two of them were going back and forth, the sword lights were intertwined.

Suddenly, Chen Xiaojun's figure flashed, and the Chunjun sword flashed across like lightning, and was placed on Song Renjun's neck.

Everyone exclaimed, and saw Song Renjun's face stiffen, and then he put down the sword in his hand with a wry smile.

"Young Master wins!" Zhu Wuneng shouted excitedly.

Chenxiaojun on the field smiled slightly, sheathed his sword, and nodded to Song Renjun to show respect.

Song Renjun also smiled back. Although the competition between the two was over, their respect for each other became even deeper.

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"Young Master Xiao, in these few battles, it can be said that he has swept through thousands of armies and is unstoppable!"

"Isn't that right? He is like a wild horse running wild on the battlefield. No one can match him."

"We are about to enter the seventh game. If he wins again, this will be his brilliant record of scoring seven points."

"Look, the faces at Tiandou Academy are all dark."

"If it were you, you wouldn't be able to sit still. I guess they were laughing at the young master before, but now their intestines are full of regrets."

"Tell me, Young Master Xiao will wear it to the end. We made an agreement with Tiandou Academy that we will send out twenty people and they will have fifteen people. Whoever finishes the round first will lose."

"It's very possible. I remember that Tang Xiao from Tiandou Academy has already appeared for the sixth time. If there are fifteen people, he only needs to defeat four more people. The round of this intermediate division is over. Young Master Xiao can write "No One" A legendary record within reach.”

"I love Mr. Funny. Every time I see him beating the shit out of the people of Tiandou Academy, I feel extremely happy."

"It's difficult. It's a ten-level attack. The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes. I remember Song Renjun reported the thirty-ninth level soul master just now."

"And the soul power is not enough. In these ten fierce battles, no matter how powerful the soul power is, it will be difficult to last until the end."

"No wonder, Young Master Xiao has made clever use of the rules since the third game. After each game, he sits cross-legged and recovers his soul power for a quarter of an hour. Presumably, he is fully prepared for the next battle."

"Tiandou Academy and the others must not be able to afford to lose such a big person. The people they send will only get stronger and stronger."

"Well, I guess the Soul Sect is about to come out, and the Soul Lord will be almost finished."

"If Young Master Xiao really achieves such a feat, I will go up and confess my love."

"Tch! Female pervert, put your tongue away."

"Let's cheer for Mr. Laughing together."

"You have to think of a louder word to cheer for."

"Learn from me, Young Master Wushuang, Young Master Wushuang!"

"This is good, Young Master Wushuang, Young Master Wushuang!"

"Master Wushuang, Master Wushuang!"

"Master Wushuang, Master Wushuang!"

"........."

The voice resounded through the sky like thunder, and the momentum of a war rushed toward the preparation area of ​​Tiandou Academy.

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On the stage, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The audience waited with bated breath, only to hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from far away, and someone slowly stepped onto the ring.

Every step he took was like a giant hammer hitting the ground, making a loud "dong-dong-dong" sound that made the entire arena tremble slightly.

Then, a huge figure appeared in everyone's sight.

He is more than two meters tall, with a tall build and muscular build. He is much taller than Niuchongzhidu and has a stronger physique.

His hair is thick and wild like a beast, and his face is painted with white vertical stripes, which adds a bit of fierceness.

"Hu Yanzan, Level 41 War Soul Sect, come here to ask for advice!" His voice was like rolling thunder, buzzing.

Chen Xiaojun stood on the other side of the ring, his eyes indifferent and deep.

He looked at Hu Yanzan with a smile on his lips, "Soul Sect? The Huyan Family of the Elephant Armor Sect? It seems that the strength of Tiandou Academy in today's arena is beyond expectations."

Hu Yanzan nodded and responded: "Exactly! You have defeated six elite soul masters from our Tiandou Academy today. Although I, Hu Yanzan, am not talented, I still want to compete with you today."

After that, he stepped on the ground suddenly, and the ground cracked instantly, and a strong wave of air burst out from his body, blowing away the dust around him.

"Roar-" A low roar came from his mouth.

Behind Huyanzan, the shadow of a giant mammoth slowly emerged, its eyes flashing with fierce light, as if it was ready to launch a fierce attack at any time.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings wrapped around Hu Yanzan's body, releasing a dazzling light.

This is a symbol of his strength and his confidence in this battle.