Douluo's self is the sun!

As the 2v2 match ended, the four returned to the lounge.

Xiao Wu had a bitter look on her face, as if she had eaten a bitter melon, listless, her face was completely sunken, and she thought to herself: I will definitely not be careless again in the future.

Oscar's face was glowing red at this time.

"Xiao Wu, do you know what your problem is?" Flanders said calmly.

"I understand, Dean..." Xiao Wu lowered her head and said.

"Okay, don't let this happen again in the future." Flanders looked at Xiao Wu's self-reproach and said no more.

"Next game! Tyrant Holy Crow Combination vs. Iron-Blooded Combination!"

I heard the host say.

Dai Mubai and Zhang Yang walked towards the passage.

Under the gaze of everyone, the two people stepped onto the soul fighting stage. As the audience cheered, the atmosphere became more and more shocking.

"Next on the stage is the legendary one! Golden Crow!"

"And the Holy Tiger, who has become famous recently!"

"Both sides get ready!" the host shouted excitedly.

Possessed by Zhang Yang and Dai Mubai's martial spirits, the phantoms of the three-legged golden crow and the evil-eyed holy tiger appeared behind them, and their bodies also changed.

Two pairs of wings appeared on their backs respectively, one pair was pitch black and the other was pure white.

"The soul fighting begins!" The host shouted excitedly after seeing this scene, finally seeing the interaction between these two in his lifetime.

Zhang Yang is now going to hone his skills in using guns in this game. After all, someone who has never touched a gun suddenly wants to practice shooting. Actual combat is definitely indispensable. The gun is the king of weapons, so he must have it. The reason is that after all, it was said in the previous life that guns are the most difficult. When he obtained the fourth soul ring, Zhang Yang secretly practiced marksmanship. There is an old saying, a stick of the moon, a sword of a lifetime, a gun of a lifetime.

Set up the gun, press the gun, collapse the gun, block the gun, dance the gun, twist the gun, carry the gun back, and turn the gun back.Zhang Yang has practiced.

"Xiao Bai, let me do this soul fighting..." Zhang Yang suddenly said seriously.

Dai Mubai saw Zhang Yang like this and took the lead to get off the Soul Fighting Platform, leaving Zhang Yang alone.

The audience and the host were stunned.

Several people in the waiting room were also stunned.

"What is Shenghu doing?! Leaving Jinwu alone on the stage! This is an unprecedented move!" the host shouted excitedly.

Several people in the waiting room also expressed doubts: "What is Brother Yang doing?!"

Just look at Zhang Yang looking at the two people opposite him indifferently on the soul fighting stage. Their martial souls are the Fiery Tiger and the Ghost Shadow Sword respectively. They are both at the soul king level, but they seem to be quite old. They will be at most... It can only reach the Soul Emperor realm.

"You kid, do you look down on us? You will stop looking down on us when I chop your face off later!" The man with a sword and martial spirit said fiercely.

Zhang Yang ignored them, the fourth soul ring under his feet lit up, then he held his hand in the air, and a golden spear appeared.

"Good boy!" The man with the tiger martial spirit shouted and rushed towards Zhang Yang. The man with the long sword was not to be outdone, and the two of them rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang didn't panic at all, he took the lead in attacking with a spear, and the flowers of the gun danced.

The two of them saw how fierce Zhang Yang's attack was, so they could only block it.

Zhang Yang found a gap between the two of them, holding the Sun Spear with both hands behind his back, like twisting a towel, and suddenly took a lunge and collapsed the spear!

The force that burst out knocked them all away.

Seeing this scene, the audience, the host, and several people in the waiting room were stunned again.

But Zhang Yang didn't have a chance for the two of them to react. Upon seeing this, Zhang Yang moved his gun across his back and launched a fierce attack on the two of them.

The two of them had never seen such a scene before, looking at each other to activate their soul skills.

"The tiger roars!"

"Ghost Shadow Slash!"

The man with the long sword jumped up and slashed in mid-air. Zhang Yang did not release any soul skills. He simply wanted to use the two of them to hone his spear skills.

Zhang Yang blocked the sword energy of the man with the long sword, and at this time the roars of the tiger man also swarmed away. For a moment, Zhang Yang's ears felt a harsh sensation, and the force of the block was also reduced.

The sword energy knocked down Zhang Yang's Sun God Gun, but the Sun God Gun was extremely sharp and the head of the gun stuck sideways into the ground.

The man with the long knife also fell from the air. Seeing that Zhang Yang was disturbed by the roar of the tiger man, he rushed straight towards Zhang Yang with the long knife in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang recovered from his previous state, holding the long spear stuck on the ground, and then flipped the stem of the spear. The spear came out like a dragon, and rushed straight towards the man with the long sword like a drill.

At this time, the man with the long sword could not dodge at all, and could only be forced back continuously by such attacks.

Finally, the man with the long knife stopped when he reached the side of the tiger man, but Zhang Yang could not give him this chance. He held the tail of the gun with his right hand and rotated his body 720 degrees. The spear had already been bent into a semicircle, and he kicked it out.

The curved gun body is like a fully drawn bowstring, and the gun head shoots out like an arrow.

The man with the long knife shouted in pain: "Ah!" He was obviously hit by the attack just now, and blood was flowing from a long and deep scar on his left chest.

This move is the essence of marksmanship. The ancients said: "The stick is afraid of nodding, and the spear is afraid of roundness." Once the spear starts to shake, the tip of the spear will swing wildly, and even gods will be hard-pressed to prevent it.

Not saying that the man with the long sword was hit, Zhang Yang took advantage of the situation and swung the spear with all his strength.

The tiger man hid, so Zhang Yang danced with a spear on his back and attacked the tiger man.

Seeing this fierce attack, the tiger man secretly panicked and kept thinking about how to escape this attack. With this thought, Zhang Yang seized the opportunity.With one strike, he took the gun and stabbed the tiger man straight in the chest, causing blood to splash everywhere.

Zhang Yang held a spear in his hand, and the head of the spear fell only [-] centimeters on the face of the tiger man. He said lightly: "You...lost!"

Zhang Yang smelled a foul smell next to him, and immediately frowned, holding the spear away, and knocked the tiger man unconscious with the stem of the spear.

"Let us congratulate you! Golden Crow Soul Master! One against two! Success in the level-up challenge!" The host almost shouted at the top of his voice.

For a moment, the stage was filled with cheers, and everyone was shouting "Golden Crow!"

Zhang Yang walked back to the passage calmly, as if he was tired of hearing these compliments, oh, this damn charm.

He pushed open the door of the waiting room, and as soon as he entered, he saw eight eyes staring directly at him.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yang asked confused.

"When did you practice this marksmanship?" Tang San asked.

"Did I practice when I got the fourth soul ring? What happened?" Zhang Yang replied.

"Brother Yang! I want to learn the shooting technique just now, please teach me! Brother Yang!" Oscar suddenly hugged Zhang Yang's calf and said mournfully, "If you don't teach me! I won't get up!"

"Teach me, teach me!" Zhang Yang said, swinging his legs, "Let go of my legs first! I will definitely teach you! Okay."

After hearing Zhang Yang's answer, Oscar let go of his calf and returned to the red face he had just finished the game.

"Brother Yang..." Before Ma Hongjun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Yang, "Teach them all! Okay! I'll teach them all!"

……

After fooling around, a few people came out of the waiting room.

Tonight's classes were over, and Flanders took them back to the academy.