Douluo Zhibo Madara

"I have called everyone here today. You should understand without me having to say anything else," Flanders said seriously, looking at the tall building in front of him.

"What else can you do in the spirit fighting field?" Madara looked very disapproving, tilted his head and said: "It's all mysterious."

"Ahem!" Flanders coughed a few times, trying to hide his embarrassment: "Then let's go in."

"Dai Mubai, I'll leave them to you," Flanders said solemnly to Dai Mubai, who had just been injured.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," the barrage version once again patted its chest and assured Flanders plausibly.

Flanders nodded with satisfaction, looking like a realized boy, but the money in his hand betrayed what he wanted to do.

"Dean, please remember to pay my share." Turning around, Dai Mubai looked at Flanders with a treacherous look on his face.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Flanders was quite indifferent and waved his hand to show that everything was under control: "I won't miss you."

"I don't know them," Ning Rongrong tilted her head to one side and said expressionlessly.

"So are we." Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing nodded in agreement and said with approval.

Afterwards, everyone filed in and re-entered the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena.

"This time, we are going to have a two-on-two spirit battle. Let me take you to register." Dai Mubai explained to everyone with a familiar look.

"Two versus two?" Spot's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have one more entertainment activity.

"Aren't you the blood Shura who claims to be the master of the Soul Fighting Arena? Haven't you ever participated in two versus two?" Ma Hongjun said to the other party in a very teasing manner, as if he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Do you want to die?" Ban looked at Ma Hongjun indifferently, his eyes as cold as ice without any emotion.

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Tang San, stretched out his head and asked Madara with a lack of confidence: "You really haven't participated once, have you?"

"It's just a child's play." Madara licked the corner of his mouth and said very bloodthirsty: "I prefer to participate in a life and death fight."

As for why Madara participated in some ordinary spirit battles before, firstly, because he killed all those who dared to challenge Madara, and secondly, because he ate too many big meals, and it would be nice to have some desserts once in a while.

At least we can't really let all the opponents stand sideways, then I'm afraid no one will continue to challenge Madara.

"Is he really a Shura who only knows how to kill?" This thought silently flashed through everyone's mind.

"Let's go and play house with you for a while." Otherwise, I turned around and left. I waved behind me as I walked and said arrogantly.

"Haha, I will definitely help you win three games in a row today." A strong man walked out joking with his companions. He had obviously just completed registration.

"That's what you said. If you can't win three games in a row, treat me to a feast for a month." The taller companion on the other side joked, but his words were full of confidence in his own strength.

"Please stop blocking my way." An impatient voice came from behind the two of them.

The strong man was also very puzzled. They were relatively famous in the spirit fighting arena. Who could be so ignorant and come to mess with them?

The strong man was about to have a seizure when he suddenly noticed that his companion's face turned pale quickly. When he realized something was wrong, he turned around and saw a figure that looked like a nightmare: "Blood, Blood-Eyed Shura"

"My patience is limited and get out of the way" but he remained unmoved and said in a cold voice.

The two stumbled out of the long and narrow corridor. They were so nervous that they almost pressed against the wall. Their pupils shrank to the size of needles and stared closely at Shuai Fan, for fear that Shura would be unhappy and take action on them both.

"Let's go." Madara walked in with a blood-red kunai in his hand, and everyone he met consciously made way for him.

"Brother, didn't you say you want to lead me to three consecutive victories?" The little soul master watched Madara rushing towards the two-on-two registration, and turned his head stiffly and said.

The warrior soul master looked at Ben who had gone far away, then lowered his head at the Soul Fighting Medal in his hand, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I'll treat you to dinner."

The two people left the fighting arena in perfect agreement, preparing to have a big meal to calm their shock.

Go to the two-on-two spirit fighting arena to challenge Blood Eye Shura. How many more years do they want to live?

"It's really amazing." Oscar looked at the avoidant and fearful eyes of the people around him, and whispered to the Shrek crowd.

"More than that." Ning Rongrong looked at Madara with bright eyes, enjoying the feeling of being at the center of the world.

After a while, everyone successfully arrived at the registration area under the leadership of Madara, and no one dared to stand in front of them.

"Our name is San Wu Group." Xiao Wu frowned and thought hard. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she pulled Tang Seng aside and said quietly.

Seeing that this group of people were brought here by the famous bloodline Shura, the service staff naturally did not dare to neglect them. They quickly issued fighting spirit medals for Che and the others, and presented them with respectful hands: "Your three or five combinations."

Xiao Wu happily took the badge, and her original smile instantly turned into anger: "Why shouldn't it be Tang San's San, Xiao Wu's Wu?"

"Yes, but you didn't say anything," the service staff replied weakly.

"Xiao Wu, forget it," Tang San didn't mind very much, but instead tried to reassure Xiao Wu.

"Then give me another one," Xiao Wu said naturally with her hands on her hips angrily.

"Sorry, this requires certain qualifications," the service staff said with some uncertainty.

"Then am I qualified?" Madara, who was impatiently waiting, walked over from the side and slapped his Soul Fighting Medal on the counter.

"Yes, of course." The service staff immediately changed his expression and replied very respectfully: "Lord Blood-Eyed Shura"

"Thank you so much, Brother Madara," Xiao Wu said with inexplicable surprise and gratitude.

"I'm looking forward to your performance later." Madara patted his brother on the shoulder, feeling a little emotional.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, the younger brother who is a head shorter than me and can rub his little head at will has grown up.

"Xiao San, what's your title here?" he asked suddenly as he looked at Tang San, whose face was still green but his figure was still getting taller.

"Thousand-Armed Shura"

"Senju Shura?" Madara chewed the name carefully and couldn't help but admired: "What a good name."

Senju Shura Blood Eye Shura is indeed his younger brother Uchiha Madara