Douluo: I'm Really Ordinary

On the fighting spirit arena.

Amid cheers all over the sky, Bai Che helped Jiang Cheng off the stage, looking worried.

"Brother Jiang, how do you feel now?"

The clothes on Jiang Cheng's body looked like they were burnt, especially his wrists, which were a bright red, as if they had been burned. Fortunately, there were no internal injuries.

Jiang Cheng had a headache when he thought of the scene just now.

In the match just now, it can be said that he was at a disadvantage. After all, his soul power level was lagging behind that of his opponent. It was good that both sides were injured by that collision.

It was said that both sides were injured, but he estimated that Jiang Qingyi was not injured at all, and was just forcibly pushed away from the ring.

"My whole body is soft, and my feet are cramped. I, heh... slow down."

"Then I'll take you to rest first."

Bai Che was shocked, but he didn't forget to quickly collect the money from the soul fighting victory.

Over there, the disgraced Jiang Qingyi stood up with half of his hair blown off. He was so angry that he stamped his feet. When he was not convinced, he was ready to rush over to argue.

"Come here for me."

The old man pulled Jiang Qingyi and frowned.

"You and Wen Youshuang stay here well for now. Don't plan to go anywhere. I'll go see the child."

"Grandpa, what are you doing? It's obviously me who's embarrassed. Just don't comfort me, and you're still helping outsiders!"

Jiang Qingyi was so wronged that she almost cried. Her 12-game winning streak was gone. The image she had established in the audience collapsed almost instantly. She was about to collapse.

"I blame others for my lack of academic skills. Go back and reflect on it."

The old man turned around and said, "Youshuang, you two go over first."

"Yes, Great Elder."

……

Bai Che dragged Jiang Cheng to the service desk. He always saved money as well as his life. He decisively took out a Gintama coin and booked a room.

The room is not big, only thirty square meters. There is a simple small bed opposite the door, next to the window, with a green plant next to it, and then there is the bathroom.

Jiang Cheng sat down with his back against the head of the bed, drank some water, and frowned.

"It's strange. I can't tell what's wrong with me now, but I just feel weird."

"Ah? Then do you want to hire a doctor..."

"Bang, bang," two knocks on the door interrupted Bai Che, and an old man's voice rang out.

"Young hero, I am the person you fought with just now. Jiang Qingyi's grandfather, Jiang Li, can you open the door and let me take a look at your little friend's condition?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, nodded, and motioned for Bai Che to go over and open the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, Jiang Li's frown slightly relaxed, he smiled, and came to the bedside.

"If you can trust me, young hero, just stretch your hand over and let me take a look."

Jiang Cheng stared at Jiang Li in front of him, and an instinct told him that this person in front of him was untouchable, at least at the soul emperor level.

Besides, this person shouldn't have any ill intentions. Even if he did, there was no need to speak to him so peacefully. Let everything take its course.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, and Jiang Li held his wrist. He pondered for a moment, and a gentle purple soul power was released, lingering on the surface of his skin.

"Destroy."

In an instant, all the discomfort in his body disappeared. Jiang Cheng felt like a snail that had shed its shell, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

"Huh, it's much more comfortable."

Jiang Cheng flicked his wrist and smiled.

"Thank you senior."

"You're welcome. I guess it's because you've been exercising all year round or your physical fitness is very good, so this purple thunder power didn't hurt your roots."

Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief, looking much more relaxed than Jiang Cheng, and smiled.

"Otherwise, if you injure your body at such a young age, it would be tragic for me, an old man, to have to deal with the aftermath for my granddaughter."

Jiang Cheng frowned.

"So serious? And senior, what is the purple thunder power you just mentioned?"

"This one……"

Jiang Li pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Bai Che, "This little friend, please stay away for now."

"Oh, okay... then, Brother Jiang, please speak slowly and call me if you need anything."

Bai Che quickly understood, waved to Jiang Cheng with a worried look on his face, left and closed the door.

Jiang Li then turned his head, stared at Jiang Cheng, sighed, and showed a wry smile.

"What Qing Yi used in the soul fighting arena just now was our sect's self-created 7-year-old soul skill, the Nine Heavens Thunder Drawing Technique..."

"puff!"

Jiang Cheng turned his head and squirted out a mouthful of water. He knew he shouldn't drink water at this time!

"Wannian, create your own soul skills? Ahem."

Although Jiang Cheng was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

Jiang Li waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.

"Don't get me wrong, young hero. What Qing Yi used was just the basic sword style of the Nine Heavens Thunder Drawing Technique, the Thunder Sound Style."

"With her current level of performance, the power of a thousand-year soul skill is already the limit."

"But the Thunder Sound Style is, after all, part of the Nine Heavens Thunder Drawing Technique, so its upper limit is very high and the damage it causes is huge."

"The purple thunder energy in your body is the residue after the thunder attack. It will only paralyze your body at first, making you feel weak and weak. This is also a normal phenomenon."

"If it is not cleared for a long time, it will even destroy the soul power in your body and make it difficult for you to improve your cultivation. It is very dangerous."

Jiang Li's face was serious.

"So young hero, don't worry, I will definitely ask Qing Yi to come and apologize to you personally to make up for her mistake."

"I see."

Jiang Cheng slowly calmed down and blinked.

"Senior, I'm much better now. In fact, my problem is not big and I don't need to apologize, but can I... make a small request?"

"This... you tell me, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Jiang Li nodded.

"This matter is our ancestors' fault. Even if you don't mention it, I still have this plan."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and gritted his teeth.

"Uh, that's right, senior, you should have seen it."

"I also used my own soul skill in the soul fighting arena. It's called Fufeng Style, which I created two years ago."

"But until now, I have fallen into a bottleneck in my cultivation and have never been able to make a breakthrough based on the original foundation. I would like to ask my seniors for some pointers."

Now that you have finally met a master, let's give it a try and seize the opportunity.

Jiang Li nodded.

"I noticed at that time that your soul skills did have many imperfections, but there was still room for improvement. You said you created this yourself?"

"That's right, I realized it by chance. In addition, my father is also a sword cultivator, and I figured it out after a lot of research..."

"I see, if you can still move around now, go out and practice and show me."

Jiang Li was also concise and to the point.

"can."

Jiang Cheng looked excited, got out of bed, and followed Jiang Li to a room.

What comes into view is a fifty-square-meter training platform. It is obvious that this is a training room, and it is still in the spirit fighting arena. I'm afraid the rent is not low.

Jiang Cheng came to the training platform. Under Jiang Li's nod, he took a deep breath and summoned the sword spirit.

"Wind Shadow Kill."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Cheng completed the prelude of Feng Ying Kill, and then the soul power lingered on the tip of the sword.

"Fu Feng style!"

The fan-shaped sword energy shot out, and its power was obviously increased by more than one level compared to before.

Jiang Li stared at this scene and frowned.

"This Fufeng style of yours seems to be self-made, but it is not self-made. It is powerful, even comparable to a normal 900-year-old soul skill."

"It's just that it's difficult to improve at the moment. The reason is that your soul skills limit its growth."

"Strictly speaking, this is not a self-created soul skill. At most, it can be regarded as the second attack of your Feng Yingsha."

Jiang Li shook his head and smiled, "Your Fufeng style can be regarded as a success for Xiao He, or a failure for Xiao He."

"It's really interesting."

Jiang Cheng nodded repeatedly.

"What's your opinion, senior?"