Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Ma Zhibin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "I never thought that your Xiaoba could tie with my Xiaoliang!"

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "Your mistress can actually defeat my eighth brother, not bad."

The two of them sighed almost in unison.

"Xiao San?" Ma Zhibin suddenly choked and glared at you, "Don't say that. If Xiao Liang defeated your Xiao Ba, if it wasn't a ring battle, but a life-and-death battle..."

"Humph, you can say that I won in face but lost in substance."

Then, Ma Zhibin frowned and sighed: “Xiaoliang, he is still too impatient and lacks combat experience.”

Chen Xiaojun shook his head and said, "That's not the case. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to defeat my eighth brother."

"Although his combat experience is a little insufficient, his choices were wise and he made reasonable use of the rules."

"More importantly, he has a strong desire to win. In comparison, my eighth brother is a little lacking in this aspect."

"This battle is not only a test of their strength, but also a test of their will and fighting spirit."

Chen Xiaojun continued to analyze, "After the two of you used your soul skills against each other, your mistress's meridians were in a state of ups and downs, and you forcibly used your family's Spiritual Transformation and Fire Controlling Technique, one of the Four Absolutes, the Phoenix Sky Sword, which caused the meridians to be damaged and the blood and qi to surge."

"However, this kid has a strong and decisive character, and I like him very much."

"Moreover, he has comprehended the Phoenix Heavenly Sword at such a young age. His comprehension is quite good. I will accept him as my brother."

The Four Ultimate Spiritual Masters are at the same level as the Seven Ultimate Sword Masters.

Ma Zhibin was stunned when he heard this and stared at him, "How did I become your little brother?!"

Chen Xiaojun glanced at him and smiled: "No? As for how to subdue him, that's my business."

Ma Zhibin shrugged helplessly: "Okay, okay, as long as you can discipline him well, let alone being a little brother, you can even be a good son."

Chen Xiaojun: "..."

Then Chen Xiaojun broke the silence. He turned to look at Ma Zhibin and asked, "How long can you stay here?"

Ma Zhibin was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "Why, you're going to start training him now? If you start now, we can stay as long as we want."

Chen Xiaojun nodded and said, "Give me three days. Don't ask or interfere during these three days. After three days, I will give you a complete and more mature Ma Liang."

"As long as there are no missing limbs, it's fine." Ma Zhibin smiled when he heard this: "Three days? Are three days enough? Do you want a few more days?"

Chen Xiaojun shook his head: "If it works, three days will be enough. If it doesn't work, no matter how much time you have, it will be useless."

Ma Zhibin nodded when he heard this: "Okay, I'll stay for at least a few days. I don't have anything to do anyway."

Chen Xiaojun glanced at him and jokingly said, "Nothing? Aren't you still the deputy commander of the Fighting Spirit Corps? Why are you so free?"

Ma Zhibin smiled and said, "It's almost time for a change of leadership, so I'm relatively free."

Chen Xiaojun's eyes sparkled when he heard this, and he nodded thoughtfully: "Oh? So that's how it is."

Suddenly, Chen Xiaojun seemed to remember something: "By the way, how old is your son? What level of soul power is he now?"

Ma Zhibin was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "He is one year older than you, eleven years old; his innate soul power is a bit low, and it took him five years to reach level nine, almost level ten."

Chen Xiaojun nodded: "That's good, it's very good."

Ma Zhibin looked at him in confusion: "???"

Chen Xiaojun explained: "When he obtains his first spirit ring, I suggest that he take three eighth-grade purple ganoderma together; or, you can bring him here for us to take a look."

Ma Zhibin's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

He turned and hurried away.

………………

As the referee, Zhu Yanfeng stepped steadily onto the ring.

He looked at Ma Liang, then raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you want to continue the competition?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhu Yanfeng's voice, but it also seemed quite friendly.

When Ma Liang heard this, he immediately perked up, met Zhu Yanfeng's gaze, and a smile appeared on his face.

He wiped off the blood, dusted himself off, stood up straight, his eyes flickering with the fire of unwillingness to admit defeat, and responded: "Of course, old man, I haven't had enough of the competition yet."

Zhu Yanfeng stroked his beard and said slowly, "Good boy, you have great ambition. Do you want to defend the title, or continue to challenge our Chen family heroes?"

He paused, then continued, "Just now the old man said that those who surpass the two young heroes of our Chen family will receive a special gift."

Hearing this, Ma Liang's eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "Of course I will continue the challenge. There is actually a gift. This is really a pleasant surprise!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, eager to give it a try.

Zhu Yanfeng looked at Ma Liang's eager look, thinking he had won before the fight even started, and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He said unhappily, "You still have one stick of incense to adjust your breathing. Hurry up and recover."

Upon hearing this, Ma Liang chuckled, then sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

But he still muttered: "Okay, wait until I recover, I will beat the next guy to a pulp."

Zhu Yanfeng smiled and shook his head, feeling both amused and appreciative of the young guy's fighting spirit.

"Wait, this is Purple Cloud Silver Leaf Pill, it can help you recover from your injuries."

As Zhu Yanfeng spoke, he took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle from his arms.

He carefully poured out a pill that was glowing with a faint purple light and handed it to Ma Liang.

Upon hearing this, Ma Liang took the pill without hesitation and put it into his mouth immediately.

His eyes remained unchanged, without the slightest hesitation, and it was obvious that he trusted the reputation of the Chen family and the friendship between the two families.

The Chen family would never do anything to destroy themselves in public.

As soon as the pill entered the mouth, it quickly turned into a ball of cool saliva.

The cool feeling flowed along the meridians like a clear spring pouring into a dry riverbed, bringing Ma Liang incomparable comfort.

The meridians that had been turbulent just now gradually calmed down under the soothing of this cool feeling.

Ma Liang could clearly feel that his injuries were recovering rapidly.

At this time, Zhu Yanfeng turned to face the audience and announced loudly: "Everyone, the rules of this competition have been adjusted."

"In order to allow the young heroes to fully unleash their talents, this competition specifically allows them to take things that can heal their injuries during the breaks."

Upon hearing this, the audience immediately started talking about it.

Generally speaking, in such a competition, the participants can only regulate their breathing and are not allowed to take any medicine.

But since the Chen family proposed such rules so generously, they naturally would not object.

After all, such rule adjustments will undoubtedly make the competition more exciting.

Ma Liang thought to himself: "This Chen family is really good."

Such rules are undoubtedly beneficial to him.

He closed his eyes and quietly felt the therapeutic effect of the elixir.