Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

Chapter 47 Is there anything better to fight?

"Murong is Murong, what the hell is Gusu?" Ning Rongrong looked disgusted, thinking that Murong Fu's name was not nice.

"It's just a title anyway." Murong Fu didn't care.

Soon, the Soul Arena arranged a match for Murong Fu. Under the guidance of the staff, Murong Fu came to a ring.Soto City has 24 arenas of various sizes.There are more small arenas for single and double players, and less group battles.The auditorium of the No. 22 ring where Murong Fu was located was also small, with only two to three hundred seats. At this time, the attendance rate was less than half.

"There will be more audiences in the afternoon and evening of the Soul Fighting Arena. After all, most people still have to work during the day!" The staff seemed to have noticed that Murong Fu was looking at the auditorium and explained.

At this time, on the arena, some staff members were cleaning up the blood on the arena.

There are no rules in the Soul Arena.It's not uncommon to encounter a delicate point and stop it, and to encounter a ruthless one, to become disabled or die.

Murong Fu's opponent was a tall man with a mask, his face and age could not be seen.

"Mask..." Murong Fu muttered.

"Should I buy one for you? There should be some for sale in the Soul Arena." Ning Rongrong asked.

"Ah, no need, you may not come back in the future, there's no need to hide your identity." Murong Fu shook his head with a light smile.However, he made a secret note that he had to wear a mask when he competed at Xing Luo's side.

"That's hard to say." Ning Rongrong shook his head, "Many high-level schools require students to participate in the spirit arena to gain practical combat experience. After all, there is still a big gap between fighting in the spirit arena and the competition between classmates!"

Murong Fu smiled and didn't say much.

After the staff cleaned up the arena, they greeted the two to go on stage.

"Why is there a hairy kid here?" Someone in the audience yelled strangely: "It's not that the arrangement is wrong, this place is at the level of the soul master."

"That's it!" A voice echoed.

The contestant opposite also looked at the referee with some hesitation.

The referee was a handsome woman, holding a loudspeaker device for unknown reasons: "The contestants have confirmed that they are correct, the soul master of the third ring, Gusu Murong will face the soul master of the third ring, and the fire will kill the god!"

Murong Fu couldn't help showing a smile when he heard the other party's name.In the past life, many green forest people with little ability, just like to take a big nickname, and the result is that they are displeased and die.And here, it seems to be the same.Although the other person could see that his limbs were very strong, he should have some skills, but the center was empty, with typical weakness in the waist and abdomen, and the kung fu was not in the right place.

The two sides stood on the ring, the middle-aged man was half a head taller than Murong Fu, his eyes behind the mask were full of disdain, and his mouth was full of sarcasm: "Little devil, go down obediently and admit defeat. I have already won five consecutive victories. I'm about to get extra points, I'm in a good mood, and I'll give you a chance to admit defeat."

"Extra points?" Murong Fu was at a loss.This is something he doesn't know.

"What a rookie!" Lie Huo Killing God sneered, "Hurry up and get out, otherwise, it won't be as easy as breaking a few bones!"

Murong Fu shook his head, raised his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Little ghost, you're asking for trouble, you can't blame anyone!" As he stepped on the ring with his right foot, a phantom of a leopard surrounded by red flames appeared behind him, and three soul rings of white, yellow, and purple slowly rose under his feet. rise,

"Woo~" There was a mocking sound in the auditorium.

"Huozi, you are so serious about dealing with a child!"

"That's right, victory is not martial, victory is not martial!"

The Fierce Killing God ignored it, wandered around for two steps, the second spirit ring suddenly lit up, his whole body turned into a blaze and rushed towards Murong Fu.

Raging Fire Killing God rushes, Raging Fire Killing God rushes over, Raging Fire Killing God rushes out of the ring, Raging Fire Killing God loses...

Between lightning and flint, the game is over.

Li Huo Shashen, who fell out of the ring, was stunned, the referee was stunned, and many in the audience were stunned.The mocking expressions of many audience members have not been withdrawn...

"Sure enough, the middle plate is empty, and the speed is fast, but as soon as the balance of movement is disrupted, the control of the body is immediately lost. It's too bad!" Murong Fu shook his head, with a boring expression on his face, facing the other side who was still in a daze The referee said: "Miss, I won, right?"

"Ah!" The referee finally came to his senses, looked at Murong Fu with a look of surprise, but still said loudly: "Arena No. 22, Gusu Murong won."

"what's the situation?"

"Why did Huo Zi lose?"

"Is it a fake match?"

"Shady, shady!"

There was an uproar in the audience.There is no way, every match in the fighting spirit field has a handicap.Obviously, few of the bets placed by the audience were on Murong Fu.

However, the audience only dared to shout there, causing trouble in the Soul Arena?Someone tried it, and the results were disastrous!

"Arrange the next match as soon as possible, it's best if the opponent is more decent!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Okay." The referee responded, turned around and went to register the result for Murong Fu.

"Hey, how did you do it?" When Murong Fu got off the ring, Ning Rongrong leaned over: "Why, when you touched him, that fire leopard flew out as if he lost control all of a sudden."

"Hey, it's just a coincidence!" Murong Fu smiled, and didn't intend to explain the mystery of the shifting stars.

"Hmph, not to mention pulling down." Ning Rongrong was annoyed by Murong Fu's attitude, and gritted his teeth resentfully.

Although there were not many spectators, there were quite a few contestants in the spirit fighting arena, and soon Murong Fu was arranged for another match.But this time it was changed to the NO.15 arena.

The smaller the ring number, the larger the audience.There are almost [-] seats in this arena, and most of them are filled.

This time Murong Fu's opponent was a young woman, also wearing a mask, with a hot body.

The women's competition name is Xue Qiangwei, and the martial soul is a rose vine, which can be regarded as a weapon martial soul.Seeing the vines, Murong Fu couldn't help thinking of Tang San, who also had a plant spirit, but he didn't know what happened to that boy from the Tang Sect who also came from the Central Plains like himself.

Seemingly having learned about Murong Fu's previous matches, Xue Qiangwei didn't attack rashly, but showed her martial soul to attack from a distance.However, the game process did not become longer because of her caution.

When Xue Qiangwei's rose vine tip stabbed at Murong Fu to test, Murong Fu suddenly took a step sideways, and then rushed forward quickly, the speed was eye-catching.The distance of more than ten meters has been crossed almost in a blink of an eye, eight steps to catch the cicada!

The woman wanted to retreat, but the weapon soul master martial soul's bonus to physique in the early stage was very limited, how could it be faster than Murong Fu?Murong Fu stretched out his left hand, wrapped around the woman's arm like a spirit snake, and pressed his thumb on her veins to output soul power, the woman's martial soul immediately dissipated due to the barrier of soul power.Then Murong Fu raised his palm and tapped lightly on the outside of the woman's elbow.Half of the woman's body went numb.

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong, who had changed into a ring, saw this scene with a strange expression.Murong Fu used this method to restrain her that night, and the feeling of half of her body being paralyzed and unable to move is deeply remembered.

Sure enough, Xue Qiangwei also couldn't move, Murong Fu pushed her lightly and sent her off the ring.

Looking at another referee with a surprised face again, Murong Fu smiled brightly: "Is there anyone who can hit better?"

　Murong: I want to hit ten!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)