My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 71 Gentleman Ye Fan, the winner has been decided

"Bang!" There was just a soft sound, and his body shot out in an instant, like an arrow leaving a string.

Hu Liena frowned, gritted her silver teeth, endured the pain in her hand, raised her hand, and the light spread all over her body.

His figure gradually enlarged, and the pair of dragon claws grasped his hands fiercely.

"Hiss~" The pain in her arm made her cry.

While she was in pain, she was also a little angry. Didn't she know how to be gentle?

The light layer of light on her body was a protective layer formed by the condensed soul power, but under his claws, it was like tofu, rotting at the touch.

Naturally, there were many cuts in the sleeves of her clothes. It was not difficult to see that the fair skin inside was already red. Wherever there were gaps in the clothes, the exposed skin must be stained with red.

There were a lot of rips in her clothes, and the belts were mostly on her arms and some parts of her body that were not private parts. He had done this deliberately.

She looked very delicate, curling up like a wounded fox, licking her wounds, and casting resentful glances at him from time to time.

Some people in the audience took the opportunity to feast their eyes on it, while others sighed in their hearts: "Is this the disciple that the Pope has accepted? I am really ashamed of myself."

This battle is about to end, and it will end with Ye Fan's victory. After this time, he has once again become famous in the academy.

Most of his fame before was due to his identity, but now he is famous because of his excellent strength.

At this time, Ye Fan had also quickly taken out a set of ordinary linen clothes from the storage ring that he had worn in Holy Soul Village.

Walking towards Hu Liena, whose face was filled with pain and resentment, Ye Fan said sheepishly: "Well, let me help you up and take you to the infirmary."

He held out his hand to her, looking apologetic.

His shy appearance at this time was completely different from his resourcefulness and calmness during previous battles.

This made her curse in her heart: "Humph, you can really pretend."

With a slight snort, she turned her head stubbornly and ignored his kindness. Her raised mouth expressed her current dissatisfaction.

He was a little embarrassed at first that she was making him unable to get off the stage, but when he saw the wounds on her body, he couldn't help but blame himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well. It's my fault." There was almost no wound on her body that was not bleeding, and some of the wounds were so deep that the tender flesh could be faintly seen.

Ye Fan has rarely experienced soul master battles. He has just become a soul master and does not have a clear understanding of his own strength.

Hu Liena glanced at him and still ignored him. At this moment, Xie Yue walked up.

When he saw his sister being injured, he was the first one to come up feeling distressed, and as soon as the battle was over, he was the first one to come up to her.

"How are you? Nana, are you okay?" Xie Yue looked at the scars on her body and asked distressedly.

"No...Brother, Xiao Ye Fan was too harsh. You have to help me get revenge."

The injuries on his body looked serious, but he was still measured. They were all superficial injuries and would not take long to heal.

But as sinister as she was, how could she answer so honestly? Instead, she looked like she was seriously injured and looked at him pitifully.

Seeing this, Xie Yue felt even more distressed, but how could he possibly take on her?

While holding her shoulders and lifting her up, he said: "Let me take you to the infirmary first. Don't wait too long. It will be bad if there are hidden dangers and injuries."

Xieyue is no match for him. He is only two months older than Hu Liena, and his strength is not much stronger than hers.

He asked himself that after fighting her so many times, he had never won as easily as he did.

Naturally, he couldn't help her vent her anger. Not only would others talk behind her back that she couldn't afford to lose, but he would also suffer from the bitter taste of failure.

Hu Liena did not ask him again, knowing that it was difficult to deal with him, and she was no longer arrogant and unreasonable.

They followed him and left obediently. Just when they were about to leave, Ye Fan suddenly came over.

He frowned, not knowing what he was going to do.

Ye Fan took off his clothes and put them on her: "Put them on, your clothes are torn in many places and you will catch a cold."

How could a soul master catch a cold under normal circumstances?Hu Liena was stunned for a moment and then laughed at his far-fetched reason.

She felt warm in her heart, knowing that he was trying to prevent her from being exposed and to protect her purity.

With a charming smile, she put on his clothes without hesitation, not shying away from the distinction between men and women. After putting them on, her pretty face turned red, but she had no idea of ​​taking them off.

Hu Liena found that although the clothes he handed her were ordinary, just made of linen and coarse cloth, the warmth they brought to her was unmatched by the brocade clothes and embroidered jackets she had worn before.

The clothes carried his faint body fragrance, and a fresh smell hit her face. She liked this smell very much.

When the people in the audience saw this, their eyes flashed with gossip, and when they saw her face blushing with shame, many boys who admired her in their hearts beat their chests and almost burst into tears.

You know, there were many people who pursued her in the past, but they were either driven away by the Yan beside her, or she declined them with a smile.

Even if she rejected him, those people still couldn't forget her.

Among them, the status of those suitors is not lacking in noble status, either as a young master from a sect, or as a young master from a certain kingdom, etc.

They were self-aware and knew that it was impossible for her to have an intersection with them. The gap in status and talent meant that there was no parallel between them.

But even so, when they saw her wearing other men's clothes, the uncomfortable feeling in their hearts was still enough to suffocate them.

Many people are already scarlet-eyed, and they are eager to find Ye Fan for a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

But it was only temporary. When they were not influenced by their emotions, when they thought of his identity, they could only feel dejected.

Ye Fan walked off the stage and Xing Mei said: "No one has shortcomings in this battle, but there are also some remarkable things."

She had to admit that he had just deceived her and lured her enemy to her.

With the danger comes a greater chance of gaining an advantage in one fell swoop.

At first, his handling of details in the battle was immature, but when she saw his subsequent routines, she couldn't help but be impressed and admired him.

She would not ask her students not to use this kind of trick of surrender. For her, the mind is also part of the strength.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, sat down behind her, and focused his eyes on the other soul fighting stages that had not yet been completed.

Watching their fight, he just felt bored, yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep, his mind sinking into his system.

"System, check the task panel."

(End of this chapter)