Rebirth: The Redemption Heroine in Douluo

The hidden weapons that Tang San gave to everyone a few days ago were undoubtedly a great shot in the arm for everyone.

Most of them have reached around level 30. Their own strength has been greatly increased by the illusion, and with the addition of hidden weapons, they are confident that they can fight against the Soul Sect.

But the master's words sounded a severe alarm bell for everyone.

Yes.

Unconsciously, they have regarded hidden weapons as part of their own strength. Although this statement is not wrong, it is ultimately an external force.

Once their hidden weapons are used up or fall out of their hands, their overestimated strength will be greatly reduced, which is very disadvantageous in battle.

For a moment, everyone lowered their heads, feeling terrified.

The master looked at this scene calmly, feeling even more relieved.

The reason why the chosen ones of heaven are superior to others is that, in addition to their top-notch talents, they also have a tenacious heart and the courage to reflect and correct themselves.

Such courage and wisdom will inspire their greatest potential and support them to go further.

"Ma Hongjun, do you agree to my request now?"

The master spoke to attract everyone's attention, pointed his finger at the bowl placed on the tree stump, and emphasized

"Break the bowl without any external force or contact with your body, and I'll treat you to a delicious meal."

Ma Hongjun has always been unable to resist any temptation of a big meal, and he agreed immediately without hesitation.

The fat body staggered to the tree stump, raised his eyebrows proudly at everyone, and his arrogant voice reached everyone's ears.

"Guys, when the master treats me to a feast, I'll pack it for you~"

Dai Mubai raised his eyebrows, folded his hands over his chest, and raised his eyebrows as if he was watching a show.

Xiao Wu pouted unhappily and muttered

"I don't want you to pack it. It will all turn into crumbs after you take it, just like the gift from Dai Lao Da."

Dai Mubai, who was standing aside, hated himself for having such clever ears and eyes. His face darkened and he cautiously glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing beside him with a cold and indifferent look.

sad.

Not even a glance from Xiaoqing.

He quietly stretched out his little finger to hook those delicate hands, but was slapped in the face, turning it red.

"hiss--"

Oscar was making a bet with Ning Rongrong, laughing wickedly.

"Rongrong, I bet three pieces of tender tofu that this guy will never get a big meal. If you lose, I'll let you eat my tofu."

"Get lost! Who wants to bet with you on stinky tofu?"

...

Ma Hongjun looked at his unreliable friends with resentment, and finally turned his expectant gaze to Tang Wuyou and Tang San.

These two people are usually the kindest, definitely——

"Baby, let's go out for lunch at noon. Call the teacher and Xiao Wu out. We haven't eaten together for a long time. By the way, let's go to the dessert shop on East Street to buy your favorite strawberry cake."

"Okay, okay, but brother, how do you know which strawberry cake I like best?"

"How could I not know what you like?"

Tang San smiled tenderly and affectionately, and stroked Tang Wuyou's furry hair softly with his big hands.

Ma Hongjun: ...No one cares about me?

The master whispered to the side

"Student Ma Xiaopang, stop trying to struggle. Just try. The get out of class has to end early because I want to go eat with Xiao Wuyou and the others."

Ma Hongjun:.

"drink!"

The loud shout successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked at Ma Hongjun jokingly.

His face was flushed red, he was doing horse stance, his arms raised, his palms facing the bowl not far away, and there was a faint sense of soul power condensing in his arms.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly fragile bowl didn't move at all.

A long time passed like this, and the whispers around became more and more intense. Ma Hongjun finally couldn't help it. His body flashed red and he was actually possessed by the martial spirit.

The huge fiery red wings flapped and carried his body into the air, and the strong wind swept everything around him.

The bowl was blown to the ground, with a crisp sound.

Ma Hongjun fell to the ground, feeling delighted.

"The bowl isn't broken, Fatty, but your feast is gone."

The master's calm voice came, and although it was clearly a mechanical and emotionless tone, he could hear a sense of gloating.

Your meal is gone...

The dinner is gone...

The meal is gone...

Gone...

NS...

Ma Hongjun widened his eyes with disbelief on his face, and ran quickly to where the bowl fell, only to see the bowl spinning non-stop.

It just won't break after falling from such a high place!

Ma Hongjun beat his chest and stamped his feet, slapping his thigh in regret.

The master stood aside, hiding his merit and fame.

Are you kidding? A group of Soul Venerables and Great Soul Masters can create any energy vortex to smash the bowl. Can he really take out a porcelain bowl honestly?

He came here to attend class, not to be slapped in the face!

"Uh, cough, next one, Dai Mubai."

Ma Hongjun retreated unwillingly, while Dai Mubai walked forward leisurely with confidence on his face.

In his dictionary, there is no such word as "no"!

The master looked at his proud expression and didn't say much, but just stretched out his hand to signal him.

"let's start."

Dai Mubai exhaled lightly, and soul power gathered in his palm.

Although he does not have the fat man's wings that contain explosive power, he can also use his own super high soul power to create soul power gale to put pressure on the bowl.

But right.

Judging from the fact that the bowl was smashed to the ground just now without even a crack, you can tell with your toes that it is definitely not an ordinary bowl.

Maybe it’s made of iron.

A smile appeared on Dai Mubai's lips.

How could someone as smart as him follow the old path of a loser?

He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, his upper body muscles tensed suddenly, and a low growl escaped his mouth.

"break!"

Everyone only felt a strong wave of soul power surging out from his palm, and an energy stronger than before swept towards the bowl.

With such a strong force, the bowl will break this time, right?

Everyone looked at the tree stump with some anticipation.

Dai Mubai had withdrawn his attack at this moment and looked over with confidence.

The bowl lived up to everyone's expectations and flew up into the sky, then landed slowly and heavily on the ground in the spotlight of everyone.

Not broken.

Dai Mubai looked like he was about to break.

His pupils were so shocked that they almost overlapped into one, and his voice was distorted.

"How can it be?!"

"Okay, let's move on, next is Tang San."

The master ignored the man's petrified and stiff body, and mercilessly kicked him and Ma Xiaopang into the same camp.

Dai Mubai was so shocked that he couldn't recover. He walked back with unsteady steps and his eyes were dull.

But fortunately, I received very warm comfort from Ma Xiaopang

"Hey, Boss, it's just a bowl. If it's not okay, then it's not okay. There's nothing wrong with us admitting it!"

Ma Hongjun spoke righteously, even clenching his fists, and cheered Dai Mubai seriously.

Dai Mubai's face darkened. He took a deep breath, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his ears, shouting with all his might:

"I'm very capable!"