Chapter 37 37. Being messed with
Dang——
The game clock rang for the sixth time, with one minute left.
The fair duel in the center of the battlefield continues, with punches and kicks.
The surrounding audience of tens of thousands of people was shocked into a long silence.
"What the hell kind of ability is this?"
Finally, someone whispered.
“Did Xia Feng just say something about optimization?”
“It looks like it’s a temporarily strengthened and copied spiritual weapon. Good guy, I’ll be honest. Good guy, I suddenly want to He copied my spiritual weapon."
"Huh? Doesn't your spiritual weapon also have basic intelligence?" The person next to him looked strange and asked, "You don't have any special quirks, do you?"
The man's face changed drastically, "Don't talk nonsense, I just want to know what my spiritual weapon will look like after it is strengthened! Really!"
".Okay, okay, I believe you."
“But having said that, copying and optimization? These are two skills, right?”
“It seems right. Only spiritual weapons of B level and above will have two skills, either A or B, it depends on how limited its capabilities are. I think it’s probably A!”
“A or B, is it true?”
"Otherwise, in my opinion, the level of a spiritual weapon with the ability to copy cannot be low. If there are more restrictions, it will still be B level. Tsk~ It's really jealous."
Zhao Jie stood there In front of the window, gray eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at Panda, who had a solemn expression: "Little fat man, it seems that you have made a wrong prediction again."
"If Yanxujia loses, you guys Are you really going to let him go to southern Xinjiang?”
Panda pursed his lips and looked at the statue of the Just Star God holding a scale in the distance. Under the watchful eye of the Just Star God, no one dared to violate the contract. Even if they are followers of the Black Moon Goddess.
Xia Feng was originally supposed to go to southern Xinjiang.
However, he never expected that Yan Xuga would actually lose? !
Panda secretly clenched his fists, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not a big problem.
After all, his primary goal - to attract Xia Feng's hatred and dilute the bond line - has been achieved. After all, he will be able to give his master a surprise when he comes out of seclusion.
“As for Yan Xuga, if this idiot wants to go to Southern Xinjiang, he can go to Southern Xinjiang. It’s not me who is going there anyway.” Panda sneered secretly in his heart.
“Ding——”
At this moment, a special alert sounded on the mobile phone, and Panda turned around.
Yin was always sitting on the sofa, drinking milk tea happily, not caring about the game. At this time, he glanced at the phone, raised his head and said seriously: "The Lord is out of seclusion."
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Seeing Xia Feng turn the tide of the battle with strange means, Freya's beautiful eyes were gentle, she nodded with satisfaction, tilted her head and laughed softly: "Tao Zhang Chen, let's see now, who will win?"
< br>Chen Xingdao did not speak, but just stared at Xia Feng in the center of the battlefield with his hands behind his hands. After three seconds of silence, he suddenly said seriously and in a melodious tone:
"This boy has the qualities of an emperor!"
"." Freya has long been accustomed to Chen Xingdao's strange speaking habits. Although she doesn't understand it, she can still roughly understand what he means by his praise.
Sure enough, my vision is not wrong, Freya's heart was excited, and her desire to accept Xia Feng as her disciple increased again!
If such a young genius was personally trained by her to become a big boss, I would be excited just thinking about it!
As she was thinking about it, she suddenly found that Chen Xingdao beside her was missing.
Freya turned back in confusion: "Master Chen, where are you going?"
Chen Xingdao opened the door, turned around and explained seriously: "I have to say that I suddenly discovered that Xia Feng is very destined to be with me!"
Freya’s beautiful eyes widened.
"So, I decided to make an exception and accept this boy as my disciple!"
"?!!!" Freya opened her rosy mouth. When she realized what she was doing, Daoist Chen had already said He waved his hand and walked out.
"Mr. Chen, stop!" Freya's eyelids twitched, she was rarely angry, and she quickly chased after him.
When——
The game clock rings for the seventh time, which is the countdown with only twenty seconds left in the game.
Xia Feng took advantage of the chaos and took away the 'Pingshan' pocket watch hanging on Yan Xujia's collar. Because he was surrounded by ten wooden soldiers, no one saw it.
Then he stepped aside and quietly watched the fair duel between the ten people in front of him against one person. He rubbed his chin and nodded with satisfaction. He somewhat liked the feeling of this duel.
It's easy and fair, and you don't have to do it yourself. Well, it's very suitable for a young man like him who pursues peace.
"Master~Master~"
Selena's soft and trembling voice echoed in his ears. Xia Feng thought for a while, raised his hands to cover his chest, and said again in his heart: "Optimize."
“Eh~uh~~~~~” Serena, who was born with anthropomorphic emotions, issued a mechanical voice again and shouted: “No-no!!!”
[Optimizing— —】
[The second optimization failed - 19% of the wood will be broken]
Xia Feng frowned. Although the optimization failed, Serena's emotional changes became more and more abundant, and her voice became more and more intense. Full of layers, more like real people.
He activated the skill again: "Optimization!"
[Optimization in progress -]
[The third optimization failed - 61% of the wood will be broken]
"It really doesn't work." Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He thought that like forging equipment, after the quality is upgraded, the quality can be upgraded again.
However, it seems that it can only be optimized once, and further optimization will damage the spiritual weapon itself.
But he still doesn’t believe in evil.
“Optimize!”
“No—wait, wait~~~Master! Save me~~~~”
Yan Xuga vaguely heard Serena's soft, trembling voice, and he felt sad. How could things develop to this point? Offal! summer! maple! ! I'm going to kill you bastard! ! !
[Optimization in progress——]
[The fourth optimization failed—99% of the wood will be broken]
“Master, master~ I’m sorry, Serena is being played Damn it~" Honkai's intermittent vibrato became weaker and weaker. Yan Xujia listened to his heart twitching, and his consciousness gradually collapsed. Damn it, damn it, how could this happen? In his daze, he suddenly felt a trace of emotion. Regret, if I had known it earlier, I would have known better not to provoke it
“Bang!!!!”
Xia Feng was about to optimize for the fifth time, but Serena couldn't bear the number of times and collapsed.
The wooden armor covering the whole body exploded like an explosion, turning into sawdust in the fierce fire and completely disappearing from this world.
Selena is ‘dead’.
Xia Feng was slightly injured as a result.
The audience outside the venue was shocked, but not too surprised. B-level and A-level spiritual weapons have more or less side effects and restrictions, such as this sudden inability to control the spiritual weapon. It is not uncommon for capabilities to explode.
This time, Yan Xujia lost both his wife and his troops. He failed to win the game and was sent to southern Xinjiang. He also lost a wooden general with basic intelligence.
When——
The racing bell rings for the eighth time. "The game is over." A referee appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, and with his soft voice, a powerful spiritual pressure spread out.
Xia Feng and Mu Bing were unable to move.
The referee came to the side of the unconscious Yan Xuga, sniffed, rolled his eyelids, nodded and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "The winner of this duel is Xia Feng!"
The audience was silent. A second later, there was thunderous applause, and the wave-like cheers were mixed with the screams of "Xia Feng, I will give you a monkey" from boys and girls.
Although the result was very unexpected, this wonderful battle did greatly satisfy the audience's emotions. In short, they became fans of Xia Fenglu.
However, there were also a small number of spectators who sat blankly in their seats with expressionless faces.
"If I had known, I would have known that I wouldn't have bet all on Yanxuga! Mad, I lost all my underwear!" someone said in despair.
"A hundred times the odds! Xia Feng wins if I put a little bit of money"
"Unfortunately, there is no if, the chance of getting rich overnight is gone! Damn it!"
"Oh, that's not right, A Lin. , did you say before that Xia Feng would win if you bet ten yuan?” , I have 648 at a time!”
“Dad, there are three hundred left”
"My treat!"
"Dad Lin is so powerful!"
"Oh my God! Look in the group, someone said that if Xia Feng wins, he will eat shit live!" Someone suddenly exclaimed Stand up.
"Huh? So he is now"
"Yes! He said that he has no merits in life, the only merit is integrity, so he broadcast live in the toilet——"
"No! Don't say it, I'm disgusting!"
The crowd was noisy, Xia Feng showed an awkward but polite smile amidst the screams and cheers, bowed and left quickly.
"Boy, stop."
As soon as he walked out of the exit passage, Xia Feng was blocked by a strange man wearing a gray Taoist priest uniform.
With his aquiline nose, slanted eyes, and thin cheekbones, coupled with his inexplicably pale face under the dim light, he looked like an evil villain in novels who likes to make weird laughs.
Xia Feng took a cautious step back.
Daochang Chen had no idea how much people were wary of his image. He opened his mouth and showed a scary smile: "Young man, do you long for power?"
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< br>The corners of Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he shook his head quickly: "I'm not thirsty, leave!"
With that said, he took a detour and left.
Daochang Chen frowned slightly. Could it be that his smile was not sincere enough? While thinking, he raised his hands and raised the corners of his mouth, smiling horribly.
"Perfect!" After getting ready again, he turned around and walked quickly to Xia Feng. As he walked, he said in a deep voice: "Young man, I have amazing bones in this Taoist temple. You have the talent of a natural swordsman. Why don't you follow me, the old Taoist?" Practicing swordsmanship and spiritual clothing? "
You are a bitch, and your whole family is a bitch! Xia Feng glanced, "Who are you?"
"Oh, yes, this is a business card -"
A black business card was handed over.
Xia Feng glanced at it, and it read clearly -
[The Seventh Team of the Imperial Holy Ministry - Captain Chen Xingdao]
[Honorary Professor of Sword Spirituality at Weiyang Academy of the Empire]
< br>[President of Sunflower Sword Style Research Association]
[Contact number: 139******]
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Although Xia Feng doesn’t know what the Sunflower Sword Style is, the first two names are quite powerful.
Not only a beast, but also a captain-level figure? It seems to be on the same level as Teacher Fu? Xia Feng stopped on the trail: "What do you mean, do you want to accept me as your disciple?"
"Exactly, I just watched your game. The released spirit clothes are no matter the starting position or the spirit child structure. They are all very perfect, and their basic skills in fighting are also very solid. They are very suitable for learning the difficult swordsmanship spirit clothing! How about it? Xia Feng, I am still a professor of swordsmanship, follow me-"
"Reject."
Before Chen Xingdao finished speaking, a bright boring knife suddenly lay across the side of his neck. A mature female voice exuding a terrifying aura said displeasedly and coldly from behind him: "Old Chen, are you trying to steal your apprentice from me?"
Xia Feng was shocked. He was facing Chen Xingdao, but he didn't notice a red-haired woman appearing behind Chen Xingdao.
He took a closer look and realized that this person was Freya.
However, Freya's expression at this moment was completely gone from her usual gentleness. Her loose martial arts uniform was windless and automatic. The moment the terrifying spiritual pressure unfolded, Xia Feng seemed to see a sky-covering female tiger looking down. All living beings, their eyes are indifferent.
Chen Xingdao's body stiffened for a moment, his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "So the apprentice the Sword Demon mentioned earlier refers to Xia Feng?"
"That's right." Freya said confidently.
"Eh? Wait! Teacher Fu, I haven't agreed to be your apprentice yet!" Xia Feng said quickly.
Freya’s face froze.
Chen Xingdao's eyes instantly lit up, he calmly opened the blade with his fingers, turned around and said: "It turns out it was just the sword demon's wishful thinking, that's easy to say."
"." Freya's beautiful eyes He narrowed his eyes slightly, but seemed to suddenly remember something, and slowly put down the knife without stopping.
"Little friend Xia Feng, I will soon be a fourth-level spiritual master, and Captain Fu will still have to linger at the third level for a long time. Is it obvious who to choose as the master?"
"Huh?" Xia Feng was a little surprised. I glanced at the big knife on the side of Chen Xingdao's neck, then why do you look like you don't dare to fight Teacher Fu?
"How about, little friend Xia Feng, would you like to enter my Sunflower Sword Sect?"
"Sunflower Sword Sect?" Xia Feng looked confused.
"Exactly!" Chen Daochang looked seriously and said confidently, "The B-level spirit robe sunflower sword style has the ability to dispel evil and evil. Its power is even comparable to many A-level spirit robes, and its power is still faint. I have found a way to improve it into an A-level spiritual garment. Now I am only one step away from the goal. I just don’t know where the mistake went. Well, it’s a long way to go~"
With a slightly feminine look, his eyes were serious and a little hopeful, "How about it? Before learning this method, you only need to cut off two ounces of meat from your crotch. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to carry forward this method." Light——"
"Pfft~" Freya stood aside and listened silently. When she heard this, she really didn't hold back and laughed softly.
Daochang Chen frowned, tilted his head and sneered: "Sword Demon, why are you laughing? Do you think little friend Xia Feng is a vulgar person like you?"
Xia Feng: " ."
Freya ignored Chen Xingdao and just looked at Xia Feng with her beautiful eyes raised: "What do you think, Xiaoxia? Do you want to learn the sword from him or from Teacher Fu?"
Daochang Chen also turned his head, looking forward to it.
I'm sorry, I'm a layman. Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he cupped his hands towards the man in Taoist robes: "Ahem~ This Taoist Master Chen, to tell you the truth, the student's biggest dream is to marry a beautiful woman Wife."
Hearing this, Chen Xingdao frowned and felt a little disappointed. He originally thought that such a genius would be a person who is dedicated to the Tao, but he did not expect that he would still be burdened by the filth of this world. .
He doesn’t understand, what’s so good about sleeping with a woman?
Does it sound good to sleep with Jianjian? The sword is his sword. He usually likes to sleep with the sword in his arms. Isn't this more interesting than women?
"So, you agree to become my disciple?" Freya smiled slightly.
(End of this chapter)