Alchemist of Douluo Continent

"so far so good!"

Ma Hongjun was a little lucky that the battle ended hastily, and he didn't have to play anymore, so he wouldn't be injured.

"..."

Chen Nian was speechless and rolled his eyes, "Looking at your potential, fighting is the best way to test and improve your strength. If you are so cowardly and your strength progresses slowly, when will you be able to keep up with us?"

Ma Hongjun made no rebuttal.

Just kidding, he didn't expect to keep up with a group of inhumans. He just hoped to fall behind Chen Mo and others and not fall too far behind.

Fortunately, it was not only Ma Hongjun, but also Oscar.

Although Oscar is a food-type soul master, he has also participated in many battles in the two years since Chen Mo arrived.

Although Oscar tried his best to escape, Chen Mo and others would always be involved in the battle, euphemistically saying:

Everything is Oscar good!Only by receiving enough beatings can one better cultivate the Iron Shirt and improve his ability to save his life.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar, brothers in distress, looked at each other and smiled, and everything was unspoken!

Zhao Wuji clapped his hands and said: "Master is gone, but your class is not over. Now, set off immediately. The target is the Great Soul Fighting Arena."

The nine students quickly gathered and left the Medicine Pavilion.

……

Soto Battlefield.

The main fighting spirit arena.

Not long after Chen Mo recovered from his injury, he ushered in his first soul battle after being promoted to Soul Lord.

Chen Mo's opponent was a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose. His martial soul was a weapon martial soul, a huge scythe, like a death scythe. His soul power had reached level 37. He was a high-level attack-type soul master.

The hooked nose smiled sinisterly, "I never thought that one day, my opponent would be a child."

Chen Mo didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the last row of the viewing platform, an enchanting and pretentious man holding an orchid finger.

The voluptuous man looks to be in his early 30s, has a soft appearance and is well-dressed.

While Chen Mo was observing the enchanting man, the enchanting man also looked over. With just one glance, Chen Mo felt as if he was being targeted by some savage beast. In an instant, his pupils shrank, his heart shuddered, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He shivered and broke into a cold sweat.

The enchanting man looked at Chen Mo like a fisherman looking at a turtle in a urn, excited and playful.

At this moment, Chen Mo was very sure that the enchanting man was eyeing him.

He is strong.

Who is he?

Why are you targeting me?

Chen Mo's head was spinning very fast, consuming a lot of brain cells, but he only got a head full of question marks.

Hook-nosed was a little angry when he saw Chen Mo ignoring him.

"You have reached the realm of Soul Master when you are only twelve or thirteen years old. You are indeed a genius, but this does not mean that you should despise your opponents."

He licked his lips, and his smile became a little more sinister and crazy, "Geniuses seem to be like this, they are arrogant and arrogant!

Therefore, I don't like geniuses, but I like to torture geniuses. Watching them being divided into sections, sections, and sections by my scythe, not to mention how much I enjoy it. "

"..."

Chen Mo was speechless. He had met many opponents so far, but none of them had a hook-nosed, twisted smile and a perverted heart.

He looked at the hooked nose and said bluntly, "I'm sick!"

"you……"

The hook-nosed face turned cold, and he was extremely angry. He took a big breath and his body trembled uncontrollably, "I'm sure! I will treat you with the highest standards, skin you, cramp you, and break your bones..."

As he spoke, he waved his sickle and charged out.

Murderous intentions were everywhere, and at this moment, the air in the entire Soul Fighting Platform seemed to have become a bit colder.

Chen Mo understood that the hooked nose was not joking, he really wanted to divide himself into many segments.

But Chen Mo didn't understand that although sixteen consecutive victories were rare, it was not uncommon. Why would the Soul Fighting Arena send such a powerful and perverted high-level soul master to deal with him?

Therefore, the Soul Fighting Arena temporarily changed Hook Nose to become his opponent. However, this should not be the intention of some of the leaders of the Soul Fighting Arena. Instead, the enchanting man should have a lot to do with him.

If it is true, then the enchanting man influencing the leader of the Soul Fighting Arena and replacing Chen Mo's opponent must have a high status and must be very powerful.

Although Chen Mo could not see the details of the enchanting man, Chen Mo was certain that the enchanting man's soul power was definitely above level [-], because only the Soul Saint could block Chen Mo's mental perception.

So, what is the purpose of such a strong man targeting himself?

kill me!

Test me!

Chen Mo denied the former without even thinking about it. There was no injustice or hatred, and the enchanting man would not kill him.

So why are you testing me?

For the medicine pavilion?

This is the only reason Chen Mo can think of at the moment.

Regardless of whether it was for this reason or not, the hook-nosed man looked like he wanted to eat him alive. It was obvious that he would not let him go easily.

This battle will not be easy. It will not only be a battle, but also life and death. Chen Mo does not dare to be careless and fights with all his strength.

However, before knowing the enchanting man's purpose, Chen Mo decided to hold back and would only use his apparent strength, not the Dongtian or Red Snake Treasure Techniques...

A gleam of cold light reflected in Chen Mo's pupils, and the sickle brought up the cold wind and hit him head on.

"The second soul skill, Qing Yan Fang Ding."

The second soul ring lit up, and Chen Mo struck out with a palm. The green flame square cauldron appeared in front of his palm and hit the scythe.

bang.

The scythe vibrated violently, causing Hook Nose's arm to go numb. For a moment, the vibration flowed down his arm and spread throughout his body, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

He was startled, "Hiss... what is this kid doing? He's so strong!"

The Qing Yan Fang Ding flew upside down, was put into the palm of Chen Mo's hand, and flew out with the force of overlapping waves.

The other hand of the hook-nosed man held the scythe. The scythe rotated half a circle, and the huge scythe blade was placed in front of him, as if a shield blocked the Qingyan Fangding. With a roar, both the man and the scythe were knocked upside down.

"The second soul skill, whirling sickle."

The aquiline nose released his hands, and the sickle came out of his hand, flying upside down. At the same time, he quickly spun around in mid-air, landed behind Chen Mo, and attacked.

Chen Mo ignored the danger behind him and rushed straight towards Hook Nose.

"The first soul skill, Explosive Flame Red Training."

The moment Chen Mo rushed out, green flames surged out of his body and turned into three red snakes, rushing out faster.

The moment his hooked nose hit the ground, three Chilians rushed in front of him, neighing in unison, and wrapped around his arms and neck.

Zhi la la... The green flames were so hot that they immediately burned his skin and muscles, dripping with blood, and even gave off a smell of meat.

"what……"

The pain distorted the hook-nosed face, bared his teeth, and let out a low roar from his throat.

The hooked nose will not let go of Chen Mo easily, and Chen Mo will not let the hooked nose go easily.