Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

"Wang Feng starts checking in from Douluo"

"You're already old, what's there to be envious of?" Yan Shaozhe shook his head and said, "It's just skin and bones."

"Old Yan, you're already old, why do you have such a sour tone?" Qian Duoduo poked Yan Shaozhe with his elbow.

"What a joke, how could I be so mean to a young man?" Yan Shaozhe snorted.

"Hey, don't say it, I always feel that this Wang Feng, maybe he is a person who has lived for a long time." Qian Duoduo crossed his arms and said, "When he came to the academy, he said that he was old on September 1st. Zu is his disciple. Don’t forget it, right? Who has the courage and guts to say such a thing these days?”

"Most people don't dare to brag like this."

"Believe it or not, I bet a gold soul coin. Even if he reaches the Central Martial Soul Palace, would he dare to say that?"

"..." Yan Shaozhe.

"However, his strength is still open to question."

Lines of sight converged from the sky to the field.

Wang Feng wore a black robe and changed his outfit, but he was still handsome and sunny. The weather that was a little cloudy just now suddenly became sunny. Screams kept coming from the mouths of the students on the edge of the stands.

"Tsk, tsk, I feel like I still have the potential to be a magician." Wang Feng glanced at the crazy obsession in the eyes of the students, "All of them are gangsters."

Wang Feng shook his head, looked at the referee in black, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This referee is really not a simple person.

Titled Douluo-level figures serving as referees here are probably those high-ranking figures in the Wuhun Inspection Department.

Disguise yourself as a referee and watch the show up close here.

When Wang Feng came back, he figured out the cause and effect, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in the stands watching Huo Yuhao's game.

The reason why the Wuhun Investigation Department has been here for so long is to investigate the situation about the soul master.

There were so many people today, and the Wuhun Inspection Department was not in the habit of wearing plain clothes, but there was not a single person from the Wuhun Inspection Department in the stands.

Then there is only the field where you are still in the audience.

At this time, the dark-skinned Jike also came to an end.

In Wang Feng's eyes, this was just a black man from his previous life.

It looks like a combination of Chinese and Western styles. People from the Sun and Moon Empire.

"Jike, a seventy-third-level fighting soul saint, the shadow of the black soul of martial arts." Jike said with a smile.

His smile is still a little silly.

"This place is a bit small and we can't use it. Just click as far as you can."

Jike nodded slightly towards Wang Feng, "Please give me some advice, Your Excellency, the soul master."

Shadow of the Dark Soul?

Wang Feng thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what kind of martial spirit this was?

It can only be said that there are too many special martial spirits that have emerged in recent years.

Seven soul rings rose up from Jike's body.

Three purple, four black.

The last one should be a soul ring that is upwards of 80,000 years old, close to 90,000 years old, with a little bit of scarlet.

The strength is not bad.

In terms of momentum, Jike is much stronger than Zhang Lexuan.

The main reason is the difference in experience. Jike comes from the Sun and Moon Empire and has a calm demeanor. At first glance, he looks like a veteran strongman who has experienced many big scenes.

Wang Feng had never heard of the martial spirit Black Soul Shadow.

There were almost no people present who had heard of it.

But the seven soul rings can be seen clearly.

Wang Feng didn't talk nonsense. He looked up at the sky and snorted coldly:

"Come down!"

Many spectators followed Wang Feng's gaze and looked up to the sky.

A black figure, like a black gem, flickered from the sky like a star, and then fell from the sky!

Boom!

The huge figure hit the ground directly, kicking up countless dust.

A cold air spread from around this figure, and many spectators in the stands shivered inexplicably.

Jike on the opposite side frowned slightly.

A terrifying momentum came out from the chaotic dust.

The dark aura and the cold aura. When the two are combined, the aura alone gives people a terrifying and cold feeling.

Within a few seconds, the dust slowly dispersed.

Lord Bingmulin's majestic body, full of black and white, was just floating on the ground.

The mechanical wings on the back are engraved with mysterious black lines and ice white, and the body is integrated with sharp edges and corners. The extremely cold and dark aura, coupled with this ancient and mysterious body, is extremely cool.

"The ultimate ice attribute soul beast?"

Jike's face changed slightly, "Is there still the aura of the evil soul beast? But the spirit master cannot tame the evil soul beast... No, is this a dark attribute?"

Different from Long Xie.

Even a soul master could recognize Long Xie's body as a rock dragon. Although there are big changes.

But really no one can recognize Lord Bingmulin.

Lord Bingmulin was conceived in the egg of the evil soul beast, and the body itself was the body of Lord Bingmulin.

Not other soul beasts.

Even in the far north, there are very few soul beasts who have seen Lord Bingmulin, let alone these people now.

"Beat Binglin, and you are qualified to fight me."

Wang Feng said unceremoniously.

Jike's face darkened, and the first thing he thought of was not that the other party was mocking him like this.

But this soul beast must be very strong, otherwise the other party would not say such big words.

"Game start!"

The black-clothed referee's calm voice fell, but his gaze remained on Lord Bingmulin.

The moment the words fell.

Lord Bingmulin clenched his fists, the ice patterns on his body flickered, and the rich power of ice spread out from his body.

The ground began to be covered with layers of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The power of ice beyond the extreme, even if it only exudes a trace, has great power.

Lord Bingmulin gently raised his foot and stomped it directly on the ground. Countless ice spikes appeared in the ice field formed by the ground in an instant, surrounding Jike in circles. The momentum was so huge that it was not something that a low-level soul master could create.

Although Lord Bingmulin has lived for endless years, he only has a level of cultivation that is less than ten thousand years old.

However, his familiar control and use of the power of ice, as well as his combat experience, allowed him to reach an extreme level of combat effectiveness at this time.

Even Long Xie can't compare.

Just by raising your feet, you can form a powerful attack.

That powerful ice attribute shocked everyone present!

The unbreakable ice pricked the ground and made the rice noodles rise numbly.

Jike jumped lightly, his fifth soul ring flickering, and a pair of black mist-like wings sprouted from his back.

Jike turned his attention to Wang Feng.

"The fourth soul skill: Black Nightmare Shadow Binding!"

Jike, who was flying in mid-air, had avoided the attack on the ground.

But the extreme coldness also caused great trouble to him.

Without any hesitation, Jike threw his hands towards Lord Bingmulin, as if throwing out a ball of shadow, but it did not wrap around Lord Bingmulin but wrapped around Lord Bingmulin's huge shadow!