Zongheng Douluo: My martial spirit is a tailed beast

Chapter 56 The Great Battle of the Soul
"Competing with the old man?" Hearing Feng Yi's words, Wen Long was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Haha, okay, since Lord Shengzi thinks of the old man, then the old man can give you a little advice."

"Then I'll have to thank you, Senior." Feng Yi listened to Wen Long's words, and didn't refute anything. For Feng Yi, fighting the strong is the most suitable way for him to become stronger.

"There's no rush to learn from each other. Let's go to the Soul Arena to help you finish what you want before we talk about it. Then you can just find a closed practice field in the Soul Arena and have a fight." Wen Long said with a smile.

"Okay, then I will trouble seniors." Feng Yi said respectfully.

"You're welcome, it's my honor to be able to do things for the Holy Son." Wen Long smiled slightly, took Feng Yi directly to leave the Wuhun Hall, and walked towards the Great Soul Arena.

Coming to the Great Soul Arena, Feng Yi was also surprised. This so-called Great Soul Arena is incomparably magnificent, and its scale can even be compared to the branch hall of the Wuhun Temple in Suotuo City.

"This is our Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena." Wen Long said with a smile: "It is also the most prosperous place in our Suotuo City, and it is also the most important place in the entire Suotuo City except the Spirit Hall."

"Let's go, my lord, I'll take you to sign up." Wen Long said.

"Okay." Feng Yi nodded slightly, followed Wen Long to a window, and started to sign up.

The registration of the Soto City Soul Arena is very simple. You only need to fill in your name, age, place of birth, and Wuhun to register. Of course, you need to pay a certain fee, but because of Wenlong's relationship, this fee is also waived. went.

"Is Xiao Wen there?" Seeing that Feng Yi's registration was over, Wen Long suddenly looked at the staff at the window and asked.

"The supervisor is in the office, you can go directly to him." Seeing this, the staff said directly, obviously they all knew the old man in front of them.

As soon as the staff finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a black suit came out from the room beside him: "Father, why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Apparently the person who came was Wen Long's son, Wen Hu, who is now the director of the Suotuo City Soul Arena.

"I didn't have time, just right, I have something for you to do." Wen Long said lightly: "This is the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall, Master Feng Yi."

"Wen Hu, I have met Lord Shengzi." It seems that because of working in the fighting spirit field for a long time, Wen Hu was not surprised by Feng Yi's age, and said directly and respectfully.

"No need to be too polite, I have a special request for this registration." Feng Yi directly told Wen Hu in front of him of his request.

Hearing Feng Yi's request, Wen Hu frowned slightly: "Will you participate in one person, individual battle, two-person battle, and team battle?"

"Yes." Feng Yi nodded: "Do you think it's okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine, it's very interesting, and we welcome it in the Soul Arena, but Mr. Shengzi, you have a noble status, if there is any danger..."

"You don't have to worry about this. If you don't feel at ease, I can even sign the life and death certificate, as long as you agree to my request." Feng Yi said lightly.

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Wen Hu also frowned, and looked at the ordinary Wen Long: "Father?"

"Don't make any arrangements yet. Is there any private training room?" Wen Long asked after some thought.

"The game hasn't started yet, and there are still many." Wen Hu nodded.

"Give us one, I'll try Master Shengzi's level, we've finished the trial, it's not too late to make a decision, Master Shengzi, what do you think?" Wen Long asked with a smile.

"Alright, save you guys from treating me like a showman." Feng Yi said with a light smile.

"Please follow me." Wen Hu took a look at Feng Yi, without saying much, he turned around and led the two of them into a special passage.

Soon came to an indoor martial arts arena.

"Indoor?" Looking at this scene, Feng Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Lord Shengzi, don't worry, our soul fighting arena is very strong, even the soul king can't destroy our buildings." Wen Hu thought that Feng Yi was worried about damaging the buildings, and explained directly.

"That's not what it means, forget it, let's start directly." Feng Yi didn't say much, and walked directly into the martial arts arena, three purple soul rings appeared instantly, and an aura far surpassing that of the soul master also disappeared. Feng Yi roared out.

Looking at the three soul rings on Feng Yi, both Wen Hu and Wen Long were stunned. The 12-year-old soul master could still understand, after all, geniuses or something could still exist, but the three soul rings were all millennium soul rings. It's like they've never seen it before.

"Three thousand-year-old soul rings?" Wen Long said with a look of shock: "No wonder His Excellency the Pope appointed you as the holy son, you are really talented..."

"It's okay, but it's just that your body is a little stronger than others." Feng Yi smiled and said: "Dare to ask senior, what is your martial soul?"

"My martial soul? Let's see if you have the ability to see it." Wen Long smiled slightly, and a powerful breath erupted directly from him.

"Are you ready, little one?"

(End of this chapter)