Gourd of Douluo

The master ignored the two people fighting and turned his eyes to Xiao Wu, "You use soft skills, your whole body is as soft as bones, plus your rabbit spirit and charm skills, why not call it the soft-bone charm rabbit. "

"Sounds pretty good." Xiao Wu suddenly smiled happily.

"Ning Rongrong's martial spirit is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. There is no better way to describe you than the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile. After all, the martial spirits of you direct disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect are all like this. As for Zhuqing, let's use her martial spirit as ours. The name is the most suitable. Nether Civet Cat is a good name in itself."

"As for Wang Xiaofeng, how about just calling it Colorful Gourd?"

"I have no requirements for the title." Wang Xiaofeng nodded and accepted.

Now everyone's titles were decided. In order to keep themselves in the best condition, everyone stayed in the hotel to cultivate their soul power and wait for the night to come.

Now except for Dai Mubai, everyone else is at the Iron Fighting Spirit level. Among them, Dai Mubai has 106 points and Ma Hongjun has 73 points, which is considered the second highest.

Wang Xiaofeng actually doesn't have many wins. After all, he prefers studying things to fighting, so he currently has three points.

Oscar and Dai Mubai participated in two games and won both, so they had the same two points as Tang San Xiaowu. Zhu Zhuqing has won one game and currently has one point. Finally, there is Ning Rongrong who has never been to the Great Soul Fighting Arena and currently has zero points.

While everyone was silently cultivating their soul power in their respective rooms, night came quietly.

The Soto Grand Fighting Spirit Arena repeats the excitement every night. Bustling crowds began to gather here from all directions. As the most traditional and popular entertainment, it welcomes many audiences every day.

At this moment, a team of ten people caught the attention of the crowd who were preparing to enter the Great Soul Fighting Arena. Because, among these eleven people, eight of them wore the same mask. However, there are all kinds of people who come to the Great Soul Fighting Arena, so passers-by just glance at it and look elsewhere.

The master pointed to the registration point and said: "Okay, you can sign up for one-on-one and two-on-two first. Flender and I have other things to do, so we won't be with you."

"By the way, remember to change the name and stagger the time to avoid civil war."

"Master, doesn't he have Alzheimer's disease? He just reminded us, and now he says it again." Xiao Wu secretly smiled.

Tang San knocked Xiao Wu on the head and said angrily: "You can't talk about teacher like that."

"Okay, okay, since the master told us not to bump into each other, let's sign up in batches. Fatty and I will sign up for two versus two first." Wang Xiaofeng didn't want to eat dog food here, so he mentioned it to everyone. He dragged Ma Hongjun to the two-on-two registration office.

The work efficiency of the Great Soul Fighting Arena was unparalleled. Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun soon changed their names and also signed up for two versus two.

"Xiao Feng, it's over. Master seems to have told us to all sign up to compete in the No. 13 Fighting Spirit Arena!" Ma Hongjun, who successfully signed up, suddenly slapped his head and pointed at the number nine on the sign and shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay, I have already signed up for the No. 13 Fighting Spirit Arena. The data here are all interconnected. You can sign up at any window."

Wang Xiaofeng asked doubtfully: "You have played so many games here, don't you know this?"

Ma Hongjun immediately shook his head and said seriously: "I'm just reminding you, I'm afraid you'll forget."

Wang Xiaofeng rolled his eyes and led Ma Hongjun to find the others. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing signed up for one-on-one, while Tang San and Xiao Wu signed up for two-on-two like Wang Xiaofeng, but the time was different, so it should be We can't fight the civil war together.

Everyone came to the lounge, and soon a staff member came over and asked: "Is the Colorful Fire Phoenix Group here? They are ready to play."

"I didn't expect that we were so lucky today. The two of us took the lead in the first game." Wang Xiaofeng said with a smile.

Ma Hongjun clenched his fists and said, not to be outdone, "Let me give you a good start."

The Grandmaster and Flender sat on the viewing stand with the large audience. Today is the weekend for ordinary people, so there are a lot of spectators in the big spirit fighting arena, and there are shouts and shouts.

Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun walked onto the stage silently under the introduction of the host, and suddenly there was sparse applause.

The last two-on-two match between the two of them was two years ago, which was similar to that of newcomers, so naturally there was no cheering.

"Next, let's invite the opponent of the Colorful Fire Phoenix Group, the Invincible Loneliness Group. Everyone is familiar with the Invincible Loneliness Group. They have already won three consecutive victories, can they win another victory tonight?"

"How lonely it is to be invincible, how empty it is to be invincible." Neat slogans suddenly rang out from a small audience seat under the stage, and a tall and thin man waved a very simple-looking white flag that read: Invincible It's just loneliness.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the spectators outside the stadium speechlessly. It was the first time he saw someone raising a white flag before the game started. However, he couldn't guess the martial spirits of the two people on the opposite side from the name of the group. He didn't expect that there were smart people in the big spirit fighting arena. He thought they would just stupidly use martial spirits as the name of the group.

Soon, amid the enthusiastic cheers and applause of the fans, the Invincible Loneliness Group boarded the Soul Fighting Stage.

The two soul masters who came up were a man and a woman. The woman was slender and looked to be in her twenties. She had extremely eye-catching short fiery red hair and sharp eyes.

The man looked older, probably around thirty years old, but compared to his dark green hair, his strong body was more eye-catching.

The Invincible Lonely Group stepped onto the soul fighting stage, and naturally saw the masks on the faces of Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun. The red-haired woman snorted disdainfully: "Pretending to be mysterious, it seems that this is another battle with no suspense."

"It seems that both sides are ready, let's start the battle!" The host saw that both sides were already in place, and did not dare to waste time. He immediately announced the start of the first two-on-two spirit battle in the Thirteenth Soul Fighting Arena.

As soon as the host finished speaking, both sides began to summon their respective martial spirits.

"Possessed by a martial spirit!" The red-haired woman and the green-haired man received their soul power at the same time. Their bodies quickly transformed, and a hot breath suddenly came from their bodies.

The red-haired woman's face suddenly more than doubled in size, her hands and feet were slightly bent, and she was lying on the ground.

The green-haired man had a huge volute on his back. The heat that was constantly emitting from the volute was even felt by Wang Xiaofeng, who was standing more than ten meters away. It was obviously not an ordinary snail spirit.

Both of them have three soul rings floating clearly on their bodies. The woman has two yellow and one purple soul rings, which is the best configuration. The man has one white, one yellow and one purple. However, his soul power feels much stronger than that of the woman. It feels like Around level thirty-nine.

"It seems like there was a lot of fighting in this game."

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