Douluo Fight God of War

Mingyu signed the contract and handed it to Zhang Ruochen, looking at him expectantly.

“Is this okay?”

Zhang Ruochen looked at the bloody name on the contract: Mingyu, raised the corners of his mouth, bit his index finger, wrote his name under Mingyu's name, and put the contract into his earring.

"Okay, but you still need to wait a moment. It was a bit heavy just now. Let me recover for a while. Xiao Ao is stopping a few big sausages."

Oscar rolled his eyes when he saw Zhang Ruochen took out the big sausage he had just made, sat on the ground and began to eat it, but the elder brother had already spoken.

Even if the eldest brother has a big sausage in his hand, Oscar, as the younger brother, must make some new big sausages for him, right?

Mingyu looked at Zhang Ruochen who sat on the ground without any scruples and began to eat sausages. The thought that he had been deceived came to his mind.

But when Mingyu heard Oscar's soul curse, he was instantly confused and forgot about his previous conjecture. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Are all the friends of geniuses such weird things?

"What does it matter? Do you want to fight or not? If you don't fight, then you lose."

Zhang Ruochen first ate the ten large sausages Oscar made first and adjusted his breath. After getting up, he ate several large sausages handed over by Oscar in two or three mouthfuls. At this time, his strength was almost restored to 80%. Although he did not regain his full strength, he could still deal with a kid who didn't know the heights of the world.

As a result, Zhang Ruochen glanced at the opponent directly in front of him, only to find that Mingyu was standing there stunned, and quickly patted the opponent's shoulder.

Mingyu was patted by Zhang Ruochen, and after a while he came to his senses, but when he heard Zhang Ruochen's unintelligible voice, he quickly replied: "Fight, why don't you fight, I'm ready."

"Yeah"

Zhang Ruochen raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Mingyu with an evil look on his face.

Ning Ningxue, Ning Rongrong, Oscar and Ma Hongjun looked at Zhang Ruochen's expression and knew that the kid opposite was going to be in bad luck.

However, standing opposite Zhang Ruochen, Mingyu also had a bad feeling and was trembling all over.

"Don't be nervous. You're a man, what can I do to you?" Zhang Ruochen patted Mingyu on the shoulder again and looked at him with an evil smile. As a result, he even broke into cold sweat under his smile.

Looking at Mingyu's performance, Zhang Ruochen sighed and was no longer ready to tease him.

"Fighter: Zhang Ruochen, level 35 attack-type fighting spirit master, martial spirit, fighting holy ape, please enlighten me."

Golden light flashed, Zhang Ruochen's black hair instantly turned into gold, and the golden hair quickly covered Zhang Ruochen's whole body.

Because of the solidified blood energy, his height, which was originally close to two meters, was directly reduced to a little over 1.8 meters after being transformed by the god-given soul ring. Even after being possessed by the martial spirit, there was no change. Such changes made Zhang Ruochen very helpless. After all, he was only 1.82 meters tall on earth. In this Douluo world, he finally reached more than 2 meters, and now he has returned to the height of his previous life. Hey, the concentrated one is indeed the essence.

After the hair covered the whole body, the muscles expanded rapidly. Of course, the black tights that had accompanied Zhang Ruochen for many years did not explode. The fangs gushed out, and the black pupils turned into blood red. He stared at Mingyu in front of him, Jin The hoop is taken out of the ear.

砰

The golden cudgel fell on the ground, stirring up bursts of dust, two yellow and one white, and three soul rings floating around Zhang Ruochen's body.

Mingyu wiped the cold sweat from his head and looked at the incomparable Zhang Ruochen in front of him. He was shocked in his heart. It is true that there are no empty warriors under the great reputation.

But the soul ring that appeared at the top, where it was obviously the third soul ring, made Mingyu confused. After all, the first two soul rings were century-old soul rings, and how could the third soul ring be ten years old? Where is the soul ring?

A few seconds passed by in an instant, and Mingyu didn't think too much. After all, Zhang Ruochen was already prepared. If he neglected the other party, it would not be in line with the temperament he had developed over the years. Although he didn't know what the other party was like, be careful during the competition. Enough.

Putting the upper body jacket aside, the tights underneath were the same as Zhang Ruochen's, but Zhang Ruochen's was black, while Mingyu's was golden-red.