I started practicing hard from Douluo

Chapter 67 Chapter 67
In the evening, the fat man Ma Hongjun returned to the college with his swollen fat face, but Ren Xiu came to a familiar place.

Soto Battlefield.

But this time, he didn't come here for treatment. He put on the special mask he got from the master for nothing, and Ren Xiu registered his information.

Ren Xiu has obtained the second stage of teaching content from the master, which is to obtain the silver fighting spirit badge of the Great Soul Fighting Field.

It's just that Ren Xiu didn't have time to wait for seven days to come with them. As the saying goes, cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. After seven days, he doesn't know what will happen.

So I got the mask from the master in advance, and came to the big soul fighting field.

Today, Ren Xiu set a small goal for himself in advance: when fighting the soul, he will not use soul skills to heal himself.

Ren Xiu used to only have the experience of sparring with the two of San Wu, but what he lacks now is the experience of fighting with others, leaving restrictions, just to achieve this goal.

It's just... Ren Xiu couldn't help laughing bitterly when he thought of this.

It's just that, as a five-good young man in the new era, he actually wants to take the initiative to see blood. Although 12 years have passed, he still has a bottom line in his heart.

He didn't know what kind of person he would become after breaking through the bottom line...

"The registration fee is ten gold soul coins." The staff was very mechanical and familiar with handing over the registration form for Ren Xiu and said.

Obviously, he may have said that too many times today.

Ren Xiu filled in his information on the form, although some information did not match, such as:

Name: Passerby.

The master didn't ask whether Ren Xiu should use his real name, but since Ren Xiu is considered a half member of Shrek now, he should respect the tradition and give himself a code name.

Passers-by, referring to passers-by, are often used to refer to those who are predestined in life or to describe the feelings of fate.

This code name exactly matches Ren Xiu himself.

I,
With thorns all over the body, laughing and drinking dirty wine,
Fate Keng side, but fate has no part,
virtual and real, abstract and concrete,
It's just a passerby, a passerby.

"The No. 20 two-point competition in the game area, you can get ten gold soul coins for winning a game." The staff handed Ren Xiu an iron fighting spirit badge.

Coming to the No.20 two-point arena, there were only a few people in the auditorium, and there were already people fighting spirits in the six rings on the field.

Ren Xiurao stood in the soul fighting rest area interestingly and watched the rookies on the ring peck each other.

Although their battle scenes cannot be regarded as combat experience, some of them can improve Ren Xiu's divergent thinking about his own skills.

When dealing with thousand-year-old soul beasts, my imagination skills are no longer sufficient, and now I can add some to perfect my means of dealing with various accidents.

For example, there is a young man with a long red stick on the field, and when blocking the opponent's attack, he uses his own soul skills.

A blood-red cross appeared in front of him. The young man hit the cross with the stick in his hand, and the blood-red cross immediately turned and attacked the opponent.

It may be because the young man's spirit ring is white, the bloody cross only pushed back the opponent for a certain distance, and the young man himself was defeated by the reacting opponent.

Um!Very inspiring!

If a cross-shaped Lan Zhan can be used, and at the same time a rotating power is added, then the power of this skill will be even stronger than it is now.

Just imagine a spinning knife and put your hand in it.

Hiss!Blood splatter!It's scary to think about it.

After being defeated and leaving, a middle-aged man wearing the professional attire of the Great Fighting Soul Arena stood on the stage, presumably he was the host.

Although there were not many people in the 22 Soul Fighting Arena, the host still professionally broadcasted for the audience present.

"Next, we will have the second round of one-on-one soul fighting in our 22 soul fighting field, and the two soul masters will be on stage.

They are Zhu Ganlie, a battle soul master who has won three games in a row and possesses a martial soul butcher knife, against Passerby, a healing soul master who possesses a plant martial soul... Blue Silver Grass. "

When reading Ren Xiu's Martial Soul, the host was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and continued to broadcast.

The sporadic people on the field suddenly became more energetic, and the fact that Lan Yincao could cultivate to a soul master made the game interesting.

"When will Blue Silver Grass be able to cultivate and become a soul master?" said a certain audience member.

Although a certain three had already revealed the Blue Silver Grass a few months ago, after all, several months have passed, how many people would care about someone who has disappeared for so long?
It's not someone I know well.

"Whether the soul hunter Zhu Gan continues to win his brilliant four-game winning streak, or the newcomer soul master wins, let us wait and see."

"Next, two soul masters are invited to play!"

Although the audience in the stands cheered up, there were very few voices, and they just looked at Ren Xiu who had already arrived on the stage with a somewhat interesting look.

On the opposite side, a funny figure also came onto the stage.

Why do you say he is funny?

Because the figure on the opposite side is like a snowman in clothes, with a big head and a round body, and the eyes are only a slit left by the fat on the face.

He was fat and fat, with his big head directly covering his neck, and a large and small circle formed his figure.

If he could still see his legs, Ren Xiu really thought he was a snowman.

"When will the waste martial soul be able to practice, it really makes people laugh out loud."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it stinks, and he looks completely uneducated.

Or maybe his tutor was like that.

Even if Ren Xiu felt that he was a little funny in his heart, he would not show it and laugh at him, but when he heard Ren Xiu's martial spirit, he directly sprayed shit with his mouth.

In this comparison, Ren Xiu deserves to be the five good young people of that family in the new era.

"Please advise."

Ren Xiu didn't answer him, but just put on a gesture of asking for advice and said, maybe his next soul fight is his best answer.

"Okay! Then I will teach you."

Maybe it was Ren Xiu's attitude that annoyed him, and he called out his martial soul directly after speaking.

A large pig-chopping knife radiating cold light appeared in Zhu Ganlie's hand, and a yellow soul ring wrapped around the machete. Without saying hello, he directly activated the first soul ring.

A black air entangled with the pig-chopping knife, Zhu Ganlie raised the pig-chopping knife and roared, then quickly approached Ren Xiu.

(End of this chapter)