The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

In order to save the face of the competition committee, both sides boarded the soul fighting stage at the beginning, and then slapped the committee hard on the face. Only Mo Wen and Feng Xiaotian were left, and everyone else jumped off the stage. Before going down, he didn't forget to cheer up his captain.

"Mo Wen, come on, kill Feng Xiaotian instantly!"

"Come on, captain! Turn around today!"

The referee's face turned green. He hadn't said anything about preparation yet. There were twelve people missing from the field. Should he say elimination?

However, Feng Xiaotian's eyes turned red and he couldn't wait to start immediately. He was the first teammate to get off the stage. Taking a step forward, he suppressed his turbulent emotions and said loudly, "Captain Feng Xiaotian of Shenfeng Academy, a level 45 attack-type fighting spirit." Zong, I have been waiting for today for a long time."

Mo Wen, who was opposite him, had an elegant posture. He was wearing a team uniform with golden epaulettes on both shoulders. He was dressed in white and shengxue. He calmly held his hands and said, "Mo Wen, captain of the Holy Path Team, a level 66 assault system soul emperor, please give me some advice." Yes, Captain Feng Xiaotian."

"Oh!" It is rare for a soul king to appear in a competition. Suddenly a soul emperor, Mo Wen, who was less than 20 years old, suddenly appeared, and the whole audience was excited.

What most people don't know is that in order to reduce the impact, Mo Wen has falsely reported his level. Logically speaking, he is actually half a soul saint, but he is unwilling to take this step before the domain is condensed. , and this was delayed.

"Gudu~" Feng Xiaotian swallowed with a slight guilt. He didn't expect that those rumors were actually true. He shook his head vigorously and saw Mo Wen holding Mo Mei, with circles of soul rings rising under his feet. , yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, six paths. He lowered his head and looked at himself. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple was missing three thousand-year soul rings.

As Mo Wen's soul ring rose, the audience cheered again, mixed with the business of giving Mo Wen a child.

No one in the Kamikaze team dared to look at it. Kamikaze had not been playing with the other elemental schools for a long time, and the news was too late. The Soul Emperor on the stage was attacking the Soul Sect, and Feng Xiaotian was afraid that he would not be able to survive.

On the viewing platform, Xue Ye smiled broadly, clapped her hands, and said enthusiastically, "It is a blessing for the country to have such a talented young man in Tiandou. I also admire Sect Master Ning's discerning eyes."

"Tch." Xue Xing and Xue Beng behind him whispered disdainfully. In their eyes, Mo Wen was just a dog from Xue Qinghe. A dog was a dog, no matter how beautiful he was, he was still a dog.

An old man with a long beard who was following the two of them raised his eyelids slightly when he heard Mo Wen's name, and then began to close his eyes to rest. To him, a soul emperor was not worthy of much attention, even if his name was Mo Wen. It's the same thing, the Soul Emperor is the Soul Emperor.

Different cultivation levels naturally have different feelings when facing the Soul Emperor. The old man disdained to look at it. Feng Xiaotian was under great pressure and was sweating profusely even before the fight. It was impossible to admit defeat. As a stumbling block in his life, he must Only by crossing over can we usher in a smooth road.

With a loud shout to embolden himself, Feng Xiaotian flew into the air and decided to directly use his moves. As a traditional soul master, he specially explained to Mo Wen, "Mo Wen, you are indeed my lifelong enemy. Today, I will show you what I have achieved in the past five years, 36 consecutive blows from the blast, and if you can succeed, I will admit defeat directly!"

Shaking the Mo Mei in his hand, Mo Wen decided to give Feng Xiaotian some respect. The child had been suppressed for too long. If he didn't release it, he might be choked. What's more, Feng Xiaotian didn't give him a chance to speak and had already started to release a series of releases. The wind blade is gone, it looks like that’s the case.

After holding it in for five full years, he felt not only unwillingness, but also fear. For the man in front of him, he didn't even look for Huo Wu. Today he must show his strength.

Gale's wings kept waving, slashing out wind blades and flying towards Mo Wen who was standing in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform.

"Ding! Ding! Ding...! Ding...!..." Using his eyebrows to catch Feng Xiaotian's wind blade, Mo Wen stood motionless, only adjusting his position with his right hand to receive the attack.

It can be felt that the sharpness and strength of the wind blade are constantly improving, but it is still within the tolerable range.

It was called the 36-Continuous Slash of Gale, and it definitely only had 36 attacks. If it were to be superimposed at this level, it would only make Mo Wen's hand numb in the end.

The fact was just as Mo Wen expected, Feng Xiaotian's attacks were continuous and highly lethal, but this high was only for Soul Sects of the same level.

As a preparatory soul saint, he is not an ordinary preparatory soul saint. For him, this kind of strength can only be regarded as scraping.

Seeing Mo Wen accept his attack easily, Feng Xiaotian was also furious, and subconsciously increased his soul power output, as if he didn't care, even if he fell from the sky, it didn't matter.

Finally, No. 30's six slashes fell, and Mo Wen smashed it with his sword. He then used the black sword energy to catch the unconscious player Feng Xiaotian who fell from the air with a face full of unwillingness, and handed it directly to the Kamikaze team members.

"Thank you." Kamikaze vice-captain holding Feng Xiaotian quickly thanked him after taking over the captain. Kamikaze people like to get into trouble, but that doesn't mean they are rude.

Facing the superior Mo Wen, they didn't even have the heart to challenge him. If Feng Xiaotian can reach the top, he deserves respect.

With the referee's verdict of "Holy Path Team Wins", Mo Wen's debut in this competition was successfully completed.

Compared with the previous competition where he took the initiative to turn the tide, this time he was completely at ease. He could stun Feng Xiaotian, who was in the top five on paper, just by standing still.

The audience did not hesitate to give their applause, like thunder, to both of them at the same time, and the cheers were deafening.

Xiao Wu and the others who had left the stage were waiting under the Soul Fighting stage. Little Rabbit kicked his legs and jumped into Mo Wen's arms. He said excitedly, "Mo Wen, you are so awesome, great."

After rubbing the malicious and cute little rabbit, Mo Wen did not shy away from the intimate contact and walked towards the lounge amidst the comments from the audience.

"What's going on? Is that Xiao Wu Mo Wen's girlfriend?"

"Mo Wen, you don't want to fall in love!"

"Mo asked!"

"That ugly guy, let Mo Wen go!"

Xiao Wu, who was hugging Mo Wen, was so angry that she hugged her even harder. She even stuck out her tongue at the person who scolded her, and even kissed her in a hurry, which attracted more abuse.

In contrast, Mo Wen could only fully cooperate with Xiao Wu and showed no resistance at all, which made Ning Rongrong who was following behind feel confused.

When he arrived at the door of the lounge, he didn't find an unexpected person standing there. He had obviously been waiting for Mo Wen for a long time.

"Long time no see." Luo Luo waved to Mo Wen generously. Shui Bing'er smiled lightly and was wearing an ice blue close-fitting dress. She was extremely beautiful.

"Huh?" A soul beast that doesn't protect its food is not a good soul beast. Xiao Wu frowned and stood in front of Mo Wen, expressing her resistance with all her body.

After a little comfort to the little rabbit, Mo Wen said to Shui Bing'er helplessly, "Are you coming too?"

Leaning forward slightly, Shui Bing'er stared at Mo Wen with her beautiful eyes, and said nonchalantly, "Of course, you are so strong, I want to give it a try. Losing is just a loss, of course, I don't Feng Xiaotian is so stubborn, how about we play a team battle, a normal seven-on-seven?"

Facing Shui Bing'er's naughty side, Mo Wen felt hot all over his body. He looked away a little and said nonchalantly, "I don't care. It's only two games in the knockout round anyway. By the way, are you Tianshui ready?" What secret weapon is there to use against me?”

"Guess." After blinking at Mo Wen, Shui Bing'er released her charm, turned around and jumped away.

"Hmph, vixen!" Defining Shui Bing'er categorically, Xiao Wu looked at the departing graceful figure with great displeasure and wanted to take a sip, but held back.

Mo Wen could only pat his head and comfort Little Rabbit. He was also helpless with the way these people always wanted to challenge him to do big things. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It always makes him tired.

After accepting another challenge, Mo Wen reluctantly led a group of chicks back to Holy Dao Academy. On the way, Liu Erlong kept teasing him, saying, "Win a game and Mo Wen will become famous."

For such an evaluation, Mo Wen could only accept it happily and said to Du Qianqiu and Yang Lin, "Tian Shui must have hidden tricks. You two go back today and think about what big tricks they have, and give me the answer tomorrow morning."