Chapter 63 It must be the evil soul master!
Lin Feng had a strange look on his face. Was he encountering some kind of heaven-defying expansion, a clone of some extraterrestrial evil spirit in Douluo Continent?
Qian Renxue snorted coldly: "I'm just giving you a lesson. As a soul master, you should cultivate your moral character.
In this kind of environment, you dare to look evil, and you don’t know how indulgent you are in your daily life.
Just be secretly glad that I didn't completely blind you, and hurry up and find a healing soul master. If it takes a long time, you'll have to wait to wear a blindfold! "
Although Lin Feng had the breath of life, he did not intend to give it to them.
Their wanton looks and teasing words just now, a little punishment has already given them an advantage.
Lin Feng was never a saint. Although he would not kill someone who offended his own women, they would not be able to escape the physical pain.
"You guys, wait, we will come back! I, the three ghosts of the Huang family, are at odds with you!"
The middle-aged man on the high platform frowned:
"Shut up! There are rules in the spirit fighting arena. Choosing a game and not harming your life is within the rules.
Have you forgotten that you burned your opponent's skin to ulcers the previous two times?
If I couldn’t control my eyes, how could I be like this? Leave quickly! "
The two ghosts of the Huang family were speechless by the middle-aged man's rebuke. Although they were angry in their hearts, they could only glare at Qian Renxue and Lin Feng with the remaining eye.
He staggered out of the spirit fighting arena, his steps were fast, as if he couldn't wait to find his big brother.
Seeing them leave, the middle-aged man began to brag about the rise of a new generation.
"There is no time to mourn the departure of the two ghosts of the Huang family. Now on the stage is the biggest dark horse in the future spirit fighting arena-Liu Feng Huixue!
Let us cheer for their supreme strength!"
"Oh oh oh - Xiao Feng is so handsome!"
"I'm going to give him a monkey!"
The moment the words fell, Qian Renxue's warning gaze swept over him. The man's tone was suffocated and he remained silent.
"Ah."
Qian Renxue chuckled lightly, held Lin Feng's hand in a show-off manner, and glanced at Ling Yuan who was smiling slightly on the high platform.
Immediately walked backstage.
Lingyuan shook her head helplessly, and she flashed forward to join Lin Feng and the other two.
"Xiaofeng, Xiaoxue, in this kind of spirit fighting arena, apart from a life and death fight, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a spirit master who can fight with you.
Today, those two spirits are still restrained by you, so the battle can bring even less understanding. "
Qian Renxue nodded. The so-called will-o'-wisps might be able to entangle an ordinary soul master and drain them of their strength, but they would have no effect on themselves.
After the ice and fire alchemy, she has long been immune to the two elements of ice and fire, and only simple control can limit her.
Specifically, she can only be trapped with igloos and fire walls, but she cannot be harmed.
However, the best feature of those two people's will-o'-the-wisps is not control. If they forcefully move in the direction of control, their own control ability will become weaker.
Not to mention Qian Renxue's own soul power characteristics. In front of her, those two people had no qualifications for her to use other soul skills.
A deliberate punch is enough.
Lin Feng thoughtfully said:
“Sister Lingyuan, do you think we should change to a more difficult opponent?
Although I can usually spar with you and Grandpa Ju, competitions at the same level and competitions between soul masters from more factions are also indispensable. "
Lingyuan smiled and nodded:
"That's right, Xiaofeng. These opponents in the spirit fighting field are destined to be unable to truly hone your strength, unless it is a life and death battle.
The real challenge is not just fighting, but also the tempering of one's character and the battle of wisdom under extreme pressure. "
Qian Renxue wiped the broken hair from her forehead and said casually: "Sister Lingyuan, do you have any recommendations for a place to go?" Lingyuan pondered for a moment: "Besides the Soul Fighting Arena, there are other places you can go to. Go and accept the reward. Our Spirit Hall has been secretly hunting down fallen soul masters. Desperados like them, their methods are more ruthless than ordinary soul masters.
For you, he is a good opponent. The opponent is already dying, so you don't have to worry about taking action. "
"Okay, you can try to take it in the future."
Lin Feng nodded. The fallen soul master in Dou Yi was not the evil soul master in Dou Er.
You can't be defined just by the characteristics of a martial soul.
What?
Does Bluesilver Grass have devouring properties? Can you absorb the soul power of soul beasts and people to drive your own growth? evil!
Must be evil! He is undoubtedly the evil soul master!
What, the martial spirit brought evil fire?
It must be an evil soul master too!
When defining the new soul masters, those people did not expect that the eight spider spears of their ancestor Tang San had even greater devouring capabilities.
But today's fallen soul masters only look at what you do.
A soul master is born out of a commoner, and the power he suddenly gains will inevitably lead to changes in his character.
At the same time, in the process of growing up, one's superior status also affects oneself. In extreme cases, it is common to have all kinds of negative consequences.
In a fit of rage, he destroyed an entire village, or he slaughtered people in a city, oppressed good people, and took other people's wives.
At the bottom, it happens eventually.
The Wuhun Palace is the backbone of the effort to deal with these guys, after years of hard work.
The Killing City has become a paradise for the fallen, because they know that the only thing waiting outside is to be hunted down by the Spirit Hall.
Although entering the killing city is also a matter of death, it is obviously easy to choose between dying early and dying late.
Of course, on the way to the Killing City, their fate is not something they can choose.
Lin Feng looked into the distance.
Suddenly he laughed:
"Tell me, do those two guys just now really have an older brother."
Qian Renxue became interested and poked Lin Feng: "Speaking of Xiaofeng, how do you know their eldest brother's name? You also know the soul rings they absorbed and what soul beast they came from."
"You guessed it, they are very similar to the old friends I have seen in books, and their soul skills are very similar."
"Is that so, the two ghosts of the Huang family, plus their eldest brother, are the third of the Huang family?"
Lingyuan chuckled:
"What a bad name, it makes me want to laugh when I hear it, but your group's name is still nice, Liufenghuixue."
Ling Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and a pair of plain hands came from behind and wrapped around Lin Feng's chest.
"Xiao Feng, if you and I form a team, have you thought of a name for the team?"
Qian Renxue coughed lightly and pulled off Lingyuan's Rouyi without leaving any trace.
"Well - it's good to call me Feng Yuan."
Ling Yuan rolled her eyes at Lin Feng:
"Xiao Feng, aren't you biased? The combination of Xiao Xue and you can come from poetry, why are you so perfunctory with me?"
The corners of Qian Renxue's lips lifted slightly, feeling very proud.
Lin Feng thought about it carefully, and when the book was used, he regretted it. He really couldn't think of a poem with wind and kites, so he gritted his teeth:
"How about we call it Xunfeng Miyuan?"
Lingyuan's eyes lit up:
"Okay, that's it!"
When Qian Renxue heard this, was it okay? We must have some more support to suppress Sister Lingyuan!
Pulling Lin Feng towards the inn:
"Xiao Feng, where is the full text of that poem? Come back quickly and tell us!"
(End of chapter)