Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Have you reached level [-]?"

Seeing that the master wasn't freaking out, Dao Feng also felt bored, and said a little boringly: "It's level 33."

"What? You got the soul ring?!"

"Ah."

Dashi frowned: "How is the quality of the soul ring, and what are the soul skills?"

Dao Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry about it, let me demonstrate it to you."

With the blade in hand, after looking around to see if there were any good targets, the blade pointed to a stone that was in good shape and said: "That's it."

"Master, you are optimistic."

The purple soul ring rose.

The third soul skill - Hack you scumbags to death!

A cold light came out from the blade.

fell on that unfortunate stone in the distance.

The master looked at Blade's soul ring and nodded. This color seems to be a very good thousand-year soul ring.

But he frowned when he saw the stone that was motionless, how could it have no destructive power?

Is it a special effect?

When he was about to ask about Dao Feng, he closed his mouth abruptly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The upper half of the stone slid to one side and separated.

"coax!"

The sound of stones falling to the ground.

A stone thicker than Jean's waist was cut open just like that? !

This soul skill... is too terrifying, right? !

The master came back to his senses and ran over a few steps. Looking at the mirror-like smooth cut, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the blade seriously, and said eagerly:

"How about the consumption of soul power?! Is there a limit to the number of times you can use it every day?!"

Dao Feng is dissatisfied, can't he speak well?Why are you staring at me like that?

"It consumes more soul power than the first soul skill, and there is no limit to the number of times it can be used. As long as you have enough soul power, it's no problem to send out a hundred or dozens of such attacks at once."

The master gasped on the spot.

This……

Godly skill!

Seeing the master's expression, Dao Feng was very pleased, and proudly said: "Master, are you scared? This is my third soul skill, and I named it 'Hacking You Scumbags', do you think this name is very Appropriate for the occasion?"

Looking at Dao Feng's face that said "Quickly praise me", the corner of the master's mouth twitched, and then he coughed lightly, stood up and said indifferently:

"It's not a bad skill. If you use it well, it will have a good effect."

Dao Feng despises the master in his heart, your reaction just now obviously didn't mean that.

"Well, Dao Feng respectfully obeys Master's instruction."

Blade responded with a smile.

The master coughed lightly, and his face completely returned to normal.

"Is there any other gain from this trip?"

Daofeng became interested: "Of course, I have traveled a lot in the past six months, and I have eaten wherever I go! I can say that there is absolutely no special food in the places I pass by that escapes my mouth."

"Do you know the food city? I stayed there for fifteen days! It really deserves the name of the food city. The master asked me to introduce to you more than 100 kinds of the most delicious food there..."

Grandmaster:"……"

Send what?

what's the situation?

The master silently listened to Dao Feng's report of the dish name, and he was so excited to see what he said so earnestly that he couldn't interrupt him for a while, so he had to endure it silently.

When Daofeng just introduced the special food of Perfect Food City, and was about to introduce the next city, he saw handsome men and beautiful women walking one after another on several paths leading to different mimicry cultivation environments.

Oh, and that fat guy doesn't count.

"Brother Knife! You're back?!"

A fat boy's surprised voice came from afar.

Chapter 110 Hongjun, look at this sword, is it sharp?

Seeing Ma Hongjun running towards him with open arms, Dao Feng silently summoned Ren.

His jade-like fingertips slid across the blade lightly, admiring the beauty of the blade, he raised his head and smiled and said to the fat figure running over: "Hongjun, look at this sword, is it sharp?"

Ma Hongjun watched Dao Feng pointing his sword at him, and his running pace gradually slowed down.