Douluo's personal pendant

Tang Fei was looking at the man here, but the man pointed to Tang Fei and said to the master: "Master, I, Meng Wu, want to challenge the captain of the white team. If I win him, please let me enter the list instead of him and let him get out of the list. ."

"Good guy, no one has dared to talk to me like that for a long time."

The master frowned and raised his head to look at Meng Wudao: "Meng Wu, this is the selection of the last contestants. This is not a competition field. If you want to challenge him, wait and then go down."

"I'm not convinced."

"Wait."

As soon as the master's voice fell, Meng Wu and Tang Fei said at the same time.

"Master, I want to give him a chance." Tang Fei ignored Meng Wu who stared at him, and said to the master, the master looked at him.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Tang Fei continued, and the master nodded in agreement.

With the master's consent, Tang Fei stood up and walked to Meng Wu, looking condescendingly at his dark face and the unyielding eyes in his eyes. This kind of look is a fighting emperor.

"Why do you want to challenge me?" Tang Fei asked with a smile.

"Because you are not worthy." Meng Wu calmly looked at Tang Fei and said slowly.

"Oh." Tang Fei smiled and looked at him, holding his arms.

"Our training camp has been held for almost two months. I entered the training camp a month and a half ago. It was considered early in the training camp, but even so, I can always see the black team captain, Tang Three, there are six other people who all came to the training camp fortunately, but you, the captain of the white team, I have never seen you come to the training camp, none of you have been to the training camp. Why do people occupy a seat for nothing, it can better determine our qualifications for training day and night. I don't think you deserve to participate in the competition, let alone decide whether we go or stay."

"Oh, don't you know that I am strong." Tang Fei looked at him in surprise, as if looking at aliens again.

Meng Wu stared at him tightly and said, "I've heard of it."

"Then you dare to challenge me."

"I am not reconciled. Why can you occupy a seat without hard training? I am not reconciled. Why can someone like you decide us? I am not reconciled. Can someone like you suddenly appear in the competition as a company. "

Looking at Meng Wu who was roaring, Tang Fei was a little inexplicable, but he felt that this person was a bit funny. He stepped back and stood firmly, spread his arms, and said to Meng Wu, "Come on, let me tell you why."

"Humph."

Meng Wu gave a cold snort, grabbed a deep black dagger in the air, and looked at Tang Fei with cold eyes. Three spirit rings appeared beside him. The three yellows lighted up at the same time, and his figure was next to him. Second disappeared in place, he and Tang Fei were only less than five meters away, two or three steps away, so he could attack Tang Fei in just one second.

So when he took the first step, the people below all exclaimed. Even Wu and Ning Rongrong in the group of six had their eyes widened, because when Meng Wu stabbed the dagger, he moved halfway forward. Tang Fei spread his arms and exposed his chest to face him.

Three meters, this was the distance between the two when Meng Wu stabbed the dagger. Hearing an exclamation in his ear, Meng Wu felt that his dagger could penetrate Tang Fei’s flesh and blood in the next half second. He deepened a bit more, but before he took the next step, his face suddenly changed.

Not only him, but the master sitting on the chair and Tang San's pupils shrunk slightly. The people underneath only had their mouths and couldn't even make a sound. Only Tang Fei. He smiled, opened his eyes, retracted his arms, and walked extremely slowly. Beside Meng Wu as if he was still in the air.

Slightly bent over, looked directly into his eyes, and smiled: "It can be seen that you must be working hard. This dagger must be a martial soul that you have to wield tens of thousands of times a day. What a pity, if If you have the gift and opportunity like me, maybe you can replace me, but if you don’t, you’re just an ordinary person, and I’m a strong man with a height that you can never catch up to. This dagger will never be possible. It's just a dagger, it can only be a dagger, he can't become a long sword, this is your destiny."

"The strong are always strong, and the weak are always weak. Efforts can only change the gap between you and ordinary people, but if you want to challenge me, you still haven't learned."

Tang Fei gently broke his finger, and threw the dagger to the ground, chuckling softly: "This is why I can decide you, you understand."

After that, Tang Fei snapped his fingers softly and withdrew the effect of the killing domain ability.

Meng Wu's legs slumped on the ground, and Tang San and Master sitting on the seat stood up from the chair and looked at Tang Fei in shock. If Master’s memory is correct, this is the first time Tang Fei has been there. He shot in front of him, and this shot really shocked him.

"Domains, what you just used was a realm."

The master asked Tang Fei softly.

Tang Fei smiled and nodded, without words, he returned to his seat and sat down without even looking at Meng Wu.

Meng Wu lay on the ground, panting heavily. Under the influence of Tang Fei’s killing domain, the others were only affected by power and speed reductions. He was facing Tang Fei, but he received a positive impact from Tang Fei’s murderous aura. Legs are soft.

The master seemed to understand Meng Wu's current situation, and hurriedly called a few people to lift him away, then turned his head to look at Tang Fei, his expression was very shocked.

"Master, hurry up and choose someone."

After being stared at by the master for a long time, Tang Fei always felt his back hurriedly said.

The master was silent for a while, then sat down and ordered to continue.

And Tang didn't say any more while sitting, because he felt that nothing happy would happen next, and he just sat there thinking about when it would end.

He was holding a pen, and when he recalled the names of those beautiful girls in his mind, he heard Tang San's voice. He turned his head and saw that Tang San had already approached him. It turned out that when Tang Fei was in a daze, everyone had already finished introducing them. Now the master is standing in the front and summing up the time of the training camp this month, by the way, give them two time and write their names.

"Fly, what more do you think."

"Ah, brother, what's the matter."

"Are you still thinking about Meng Wu."

"Brother, what are you doing, how can I miss him."

"Hey, Fei, let me tell you, that Meng Wu was a poor man. When he first awakened his spirit, his spirit power was only two levels. It was his hard work to stand here, so he hates those who don’t. People who work hard, we complained that you stayed in the bamboo house to sleep, he will provoke you today, don't worry about others."

Tang Fei looked at Tang San with a worried expression, "Brother, I'm that kind of person. In your eyes, Tang Fei is such a caring person."

Tang San shook his head and said, "No, I'm just, hey, forget it, just don't worry about others."

After a few sighs, Tang San retracted his body, and then wrote two words on the paper before his eyes, Tyrone,

Tang Fei glanced at him, thought for a moment, and chuckled: "Good guy, whether you did it on purpose or not, you are quite courageous to use this method to make me remember your name, so, then Just choose you."

When he finished, he wrote two words on the paper: Meng Wu.

The master in front turned and walked back, took a look at the paper in front of Tang Fei and Tang San, and then wrote it down in the notebook, then walked back and said the names of the three selected.

At this point, the training camp is over.

Chapter 82 Advanced Elite Soul Master Academy Competition (2)

In the Academic Affairs Office of Shrek Academy, Flander squinted his eyes and rubbed his hands, smiling at the Shrek students who were playing with the yellow-green clothes in their hands and carrying various marks in front of them. How about it, are you satisfied with our competition suit."

"satisfaction?"

Tang Fei looked at the trademarks with various signs on his clothes in obvious locations. Among them, Tangsla related to the majority of them. He didn't know whether he should be satisfied or not.

Tang Fei was contradictory, but the others couldn't help it.

Wu fiddled with this shit-yellow school uniform back and forth disgustingly, and said dissatisfiedly to Flander: "Principal profiteer, do you want us to wear this shit-like dress to the competition?"

Ning Rongrong threw his clothes on the chair, and smiled faintly: "Dean, don't joke with us. Get out the real team uniforms quickly."

Flender looked at the people who were staring at him, with a look of expectation in his eyes, put his hands on his back, put a smile away, and said solemnly: "I didn't joke with you, this is our team uniform."

"Ah, isn't it."