Douluo's soul power is upgraded twice a year

"Hey Fengzi, you can't do it either"

Han Feng was sent to the back row by Tang San due to the loss of strength. He was supported by Ning Rongrong. After eating a few recovery sausages, his expression improved a little.

When Dai Mubai saw Han Feng's exhausted look, he immediately laughed and mocked in a strange way. Although he was not in a good condition now, when he just used the martial soul fusion skill, Zhu Zhuqing completely handed over the control to him. , which made him feel very good. Now that he sees Han Feng sharing the joys and sorrows with him, he is even happier.

Ning Rongrong on the side also complained and said: "It's like this every time in the soul fight, can't you be lazy?"

Han Feng rolled his eyes: "What if I don't try my best? What if I lose?"

"Have you already worked hard to cultivate?" Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong pouted aggrievedly, which was endearing.

Han Feng didn't say anything after hearing this. Ning Rongrong's efforts during this period were obvious to all. In just one or two months, he had already reached level 28.

"And you, old man, you are such a jerk. I don't know who it was just now. You were like a shrimp with soft feet and couldn't even stand up."

"That's better than you." Dai Mubai was in a good mood and didn't care about Han Feng. He even whistled.

On the other side, after draining Yu Tianheng's soul power, Tang San flashed to Xiao Wu's side, and the cold light of the Eight Spider Lances pointed directly at Ye Lingling's brow, without saying a word, but the meaning was already very clear. Obvious.

Regarding Tang San's exposure of the Eight Spider Spears, Han Feng was not worried at all. Tang San was different from him. He didn't know how many people were protecting him overtly or covertly. A Haotian Douluo alone was enough to protect him, no. Like myself, if I expose the mask of Xu, I don’t know how many people will covet me.

Oscar, who was far away, saw this scene and clicked his tongue: "A young couple is bullying a young girl."

"Do you want to surrender to the enemy?" Han Feng asked jokingly after hearing this.

"How is it possible?" Oscar smiled and quickly denied it.

"I surrender"

At this time, only Ye Lingling was left in the Huangdou team. Although her soul power was almost intact and her cultivation base was not low, she was an auxiliary healing soul master, so there was no room for resistance. He hesitated a bit, for fear that Tang San's spider lance would fall.

In fact, Ye Lingling was quite pitiful. Under the tight-tempo calculations of the Shrek team, Ye Lingling's Nine-Hearted Begonia had no use at all. He didn't even have time to heal his teammates, who had already left the field one after another.

With Ye Lingling's surrender, it was completely announced that the Imperial Fighting Team, which had dominated the Soto Spirit Arena for more than a month, was defeated. Cheers and wailings were heard from the audience. Some of them were excited about Shrek's strength, and some were excited about Shrek's strength. Some are feeling sad and desperate for their family background.

In the VIP lounge of the Royal Fighting Team, a young and elegant man stood up, turned and left the lounge, with a smile on his lips, he seemed to be in a good mood.

In the VIP lounge of Team Shrek, Zhao Wuji and Flender jumped up excitedly. The two majestic soul saints were as happy as children at this time.

The master was not as excited as them. Although he was equally happy that his students could win, he was also worried about Yu Tianheng. . .

The master knew how proud Yu Tianheng was, and he was worried that Yu Tianheng would be devastated by this failure.

Thinking of this, the master sighed faintly, said something to Flender, turned and left the lounge.

"Boss Dai and Han Feng, you don't know how shocking the scene was when you just fought the soul. A flaming giant in armor roared in the sea of ​​fire as he moved; a giant tiger with black stripes and a white body flew four souls away with two slaps. I can only see you two in the big spirit fighting arena. You two are so handsome. You must let me enter next time."

At this time, everyone had come back. Ma Hongjun had greeted them at the entrance of the passage early. He had been chattering ever since he saw Han Feng and others. Until now, his fat face was full of excitement, as if it was not Han Feng who had dominated the field just now. People, but he is the same.

Hearing the crowd's voices, Flender and Zhao Wuji's faces flashed with relief, and they opened the door for everyone. Flender said loudly: "Little monsters, you are all doing a good job and did not embarrass Shrek."

When everyone heard this, they all smiled.

Flanders looked at everyone with satisfaction and laughed: "I'll treat you to the celebration party tonight."

"Why bother the teacher? Let me treat the students tonight." Just after Flanders finished speaking, he heard an elegant and gentle voice coming from the door.

Hearing this familiar voice, both Zao Wuki and Flanders looked towards the door in surprise, and saw an elegant young man with eyes standing at the door, looking at Flanders and Zao Wuki with a smile. He looked at himself and said respectfully: "Teacher Zhao, Dean"

"Hahaha, good boy, it doesn't take long for you to surpass us old guys." Zhao Wuji saw the young man and laughed heartily three times. He hugged the young man's shoulders familiarly and was very happy. smiled.

"Xiao Ming, you really brought glory to our college." Flanders also had a smile on his face.

"It's all because of the good teaching by the teachers." The young man laughed humbly. Even he himself did not expect that Flanders and Zao Wuji would become so approachable after meeting again after a long separation. . .

Looking at the three people who looked like old acquaintances, everyone in Shrek looked surprised. If I remember correctly, that young man should be the leader of the Royal Fighter Team.

Dai Mubai finally reacted and said with some hesitation: "The dean called him Xiao Ming... He can't be our senior, right, Fire Wolf Qin Ming?"

"Qin Ming, the youngest soul emperor in the continent, is our senior." Ning Rongrong exclaimed when she heard Qin Ming's name. The intelligence capabilities of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect are very powerful.

Han Feng secretly rolled his eyes. He didn't have time to care about the so-called youngest Soul Emperor's moisture. He just nodded: "Looking at the attitudes of the dean and Teacher Zhao, I guess it is."

Speaking of this, everyone's faces were a little weird. . .

Qin Ming is a former student of Shrek and the leader of the Imperial Fighting Team. Now the Imperial Fighting Team has been defeated by Qin Ming’s juniors. What a coincidence.

"Ah, by the way, Xiao Ming, the treat you just mentioned, don't lie." The three of them chatted for a while, and Flanders immediately showed his iron-rooster nature and looked at Qin Ming with a sly look. His stingy look made even Zhao Wuji Feel ashamed.

Qin Ming laughed twice and secretly said that the dean had not changed: "Of course it counts."

After Qin Ming finished speaking, Flanders suddenly smiled. If he could save money on a meal, it would be the best. The meal the day before yesterday cost him a lot.

But Qin Ming soon changed the topic and his expression became solemn: "Actually, the student has one more thing he wants to discuss with the dean..."

"It's your own business, don't be coy." Flanders was so happy when he heard that Qin Ming was going to treat him, he said directly and cheerfully.

"Actually, it's like this. Dean, you also know that the student is now a tutor at Tiandou Royal Academy, but the dean must have guessed that most of the students who can study in that kind of academy are nobles and are used to being arrogant. Although they have Good talent, but the success rate is very low. We are hungry for talents now."

"So the students want to say... If the juniors and juniors are willing to join Tiandou Royal Academy, the students will definitely get the best treatment for them." Qin Ming tried to say in the most tactful tone, but the meaning was already gone. The expression was very clear.

"Impossible." After Qin Ming finished speaking, Flanders's face suddenly changed, he shouted violently, and shouted solemnly and majesticly: "They are all students of my Shrek, there is absolutely no way they will join any Tiandou Royal Academy."

Flender's rage made Qin Ming a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to say something to appease Flender, he heard the master's voice coming from outside the door: "Our Shrek Academy has agreed to this matter."

Flanders was startled, looked towards the door, and said in surprise: "Xiao Gang"

The master walked in from the door. He had just seen Yu Tianheng, and his face was somewhat similar, but he ignored Flanders at all, walked straight past Flanders, and said to Qin Ming: "Let us Shrek Academy It’s not impossible for students to go to your Tiandou Royal Academy, but we have a requirement.”

Qin Ming asked quickly: "Master, please tell me."

"Let our students participate in the next continent-wide senior soul master competition," the master said decisively: "As long as we agree to our request, we can join the Tiandou Royal Academy, otherwise it will be absolutely impossible."

"Yu Xiaogang, do you know what you are talking about?" Before Qin Ming could give a reply, Flanders rushed to the master, shouted angrily, and even called the master by his name, which shows the intensity of Flanders' emotions. fluctuation.

Shrek Academy is Flender’s life’s work, and he will never allow Shrek Academy to be annexed

The master glanced at Flanders lightly. He knew very well the mood of his old friend, but he still said: "I am looking for a way out for the children."

"You yourself know the talents of the children. Shrek Academy cannot meet their needs and cannot give them the best education. Keeping them in Shrek Academy will only delay the children."

The master's words were heartbreaking and aggressive, suffocating Flanders.

Grandmaster and Flender started to quarrel, everyone dared not speak, even Zhao Wou-ki was silent. . .