Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Master understood that Tang San and the others would not mention this kind of matter that would make Dai Mubai lose face in front of everyone.

"At that time, Dao Feng's spirit power was 37, and Dai Mubai's spirit power was 43..."

Jiang Zhu and the others couldn't help asking: "Is the gap so big?"

The master nodded and continued: "That's true. A big difference in the battle is unreasonable, and it seems extremely unfavorable to the blade."

"However, the final result was that Dai Mubai lost, a fiasco."

"The time is much shorter than defeating you."

The four of them didn't know what to say for a while.Looking at Dai Mubai who had just grabbed and tore Tang Liao apart in the arena, no matter how he looked at it, he could say whatever the master said.

After a while, Huang Yuan said: "If you use his terrifying third soul skill - Hacking to Death...you scumbags, it is possible."

The master glanced at him, put one hand behind his back, and said indifferently: "Who told you that he used the third soul skill?"

"What?" Huang Yuan and the others widened their eyes.

"Just like dealing with you, he only used one or two soul skills from the beginning to the end, and the second soul skill was only used once to determine the winner."

If it is not for a contest, the division is afraid of life and death.

The master looked at the four people who were shocked and speechless, and silently added in his heart.

"This little white face is too scary..."

Chapter 150 Those who hold salaries for everyone should not be exposed to severe cold!

In the evening, Daofeng came to send cool and refreshing.

As he expected, the inhumane master would not train everyone as human beings even if the competition was about to start.

Even the four newcomers suffered.

Everyone was lying on the dirty ground dripping with sweat.

Blade doesn't even want to get near them - it stinks!

"Hey! Master, it's true, it's really inhuman to torture everyone like this when the soul master competition is about to start!" Dao Feng looked at the crowd and sighed.

"Brother Feng, the master is right behind you~" Rabbit Spirit looked behind Dao Feng and smiled slyly.

Dao Feng shook his head disapprovingly and smiled: "Sister Xiao Wu, Sister Xiao Wu, take a good breath, don't try to scare me."

"With the master's two brushes, how could he come behind me silently?"

"Brother Dao, Brother Dao..." Ma Hongjun kept winking at Dao Feng after wiping off some fat.

Dao Feng smiled and said: "Hong Jun, I got sand in my eyes, do you want me to help you?"

"Brother Knife!"

"Shut up!" Before Ma Hongjun could finish speaking, Dao Feng interrupted him.

He said righteously: "Don't you want me to blow your eyes, you stinking man!"

Xiaopangpang opened his mouth, his outstretched hand froze, and finally the body he forcibly propped up was unable to fall down...

In the end, he endured everything alone.

Dao Feng looked at Ning Rongrong who was winking at him, touched his chin, and said, "Rongrong, you got sand in your eyes too? If you could blow it out for you, it wouldn't be impossible."

Ning Rongrong stared: "Go to hell!"

Blade: Do you want to be so vicious?

wrong!

Why do Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai have the look of luck and misfortune in their eyes? !

Why did Tang San look at him sympathetically? !

Why is there anxiety in Zhuqing's eyes? !

Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't lie to him, and Dai Mubai's malice couldn't be faked either!

Well, maybe things are not good.

But how could the master's two brushes approach him silently? !

Unless - he was always in the dead corner of the big tree behind him!

If he used the violent heartbeat, breathing, and sweat smell of the 11 people in the field to cover up, but he himself was quieter and didn't focus on himself...

Then, it is really possible for him to escape his perception!

"cough!"

A light cough came from behind him, Dao Feng's face froze slightly, everyone in the field except Zhu Zhuqing looked at him jokingly.

Dao Feng suddenly smiled, what a big deal, with the master's heart, he definitely wouldn't care about it... right?

The master who didn't want to go back so early to taste those dark dishes prepared by Liu Erlong silently stood under the shade of a tree not far behind Dao Feng.

He never expected to hear such words that made his blood boil.

Keywords: master; inhumane; those two brushes!