Douluo: I Am Feng Xiaotian

A [-]-level, [-]-year-old male healing soul sect, the martial soul is a green willow branch, and a twenty-eight or nine-year-old beautiful soul master, the martial soul is food buns.

With these two people around, there would be no problems with normal injuries and uncrowded spirit power, and it would be easy to play five games a day.

After watching three boring soul fighting contests, it was finally Feng Xiaotian's turn.

On the soul fighting stage, a male host held a microphone and said loudly: "The next soul fighting will start now. We will invite the power player Wang Tiehammer to appear, the [-]th-level assault system soul master, Wuhun and his name." The same is a powerful hammer, and he has won all three battles so far, can he continue his victories?"

Under the host's announcement, a short-haired man in his twenties appeared amidst the voices of thousands of people.He has a huge body at least two meters high, with lumpy muscles all over his body.

"Wang Tiehammer has shown ruthlessness and determination in these three battles. Two of his opponents died and one was disabled. I wonder who our next opponent will be?"

During the shouting of the host, many audience members shouted Wang Tiehammer's name.

"Hammer."

"The hammer will win, we are optimistic about you."

Players of this brutal and powerful type can often attract the attention of the audience and get support.

"Next, we will invite his opponent, the silver-faced Sirius, to fight, a [-]th-level attack-type soul master. The martial soul is a wolf-swallowing wolf with three wolf heads."

Under the host's narration, the nine-year-old Feng Xiaotian appeared wearing a silver mask, standing in front of the two-meter-tall King Iron Hammer, looking a little funny, the difference in height and shape between the two was too great.

When the host said that he was a battle soul master of the assault system, there was a burst of booing. Many of these people were fans of Wang Tiehammer, and they also bought Wang Tiehammer to win.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian enter the arena, the host said again: "It's the first time this silver-faced Sirius player participates in the soul fight. What level will he perform? Will he be able to end Wang Tiehammer's winning streak? Let's wait and see, please let me know." Wuhun."

"This guy is finished, both of them are attacking, what kind of power does this short guy have?"

"Great, today I bet all my wealth on Wang Tiehammer to win, and the odds are one to three, I'm going to win."

In the stands, almost no one was optimistic about Feng Xiaotian.

Chapter 39 Winning [-] games in a row, the next game is Soul Sovereign?

After the host finished speaking, the two of them released their martial spirits one after another. This is the rule of the Great Soul Fighting Arena. The first step in the fighting spirit is to reveal the martial spirit.

But Feng Xiaotian was a little different, he didn't release the spirit ring, he just released the martial spirit, after all the second spirit ring was a millennium spirit ring, it was too dazzling.

After the martial soul is released.Everyone found that Feng Xiaotian did not release the soul ring, but this is not surprising.

A soul master can control the display of his own soul rings, either all of them will be revealed, or none of them will be released.But to use soul skills, one must release the soul ring.

The audience didn't think so. There were many soul masters whose first soul ring was white, and they were embarrassed to show it. They had seen this kind of situation a lot.

They thought the silver-faced Sirius in front of them was the same, and the spectators booed Feng Xiaotian once again.

The host also shook his head, a soul master with a white soul ring also rushed to the big soul fighting arena, he was looking for death, and announced immediately. "The soul fight begins."

This start completely aroused the enthusiasm of the audience in this big soul fighting arena, and almost everyone shouted the word "Ice Hammer".

But the one who really knows how to do it didn't make a sound at this moment, and watched all this silently.

Feng Xiaotian's martial soul was not simple at first glance. With such a martial soul, how could it be weak, how could it be a white soul ring.

"Short boy who dare not leak out the soul ring, believe it or not, I can blow your head off with one move, it should look pretty good when your brain bursts. The first two people I fought with had their heads blown off by me. "Shaking the big hammer of Wuhun in his hand, he said confidently.

The hammer and the hammer handle together are taller than Feng Xiaotian, and it is very powerful in his hand.

"It's all nonsense, let's start quickly." Feng Xiaotian said lightly.

"Looking for death." Wang Tiehammer said angrily. He raised the hammer and rushed towards Feng Xiaotian without using his soul skills. When he was about to get close to Feng Xiaotian, he immediately raised the hammer and threw it at Feng Xiaotian's head.

This person is a bit overbearing, he doesn't even use soul skills, and just smashes it like this.

"Do you think your hammer is the Clear Sky Hammer?" Feng Xiaotian whispered.

The moment the hammer was about to hit Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian moved, very fast.

A dodge moved behind Wang Tiehammer.

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Feng Xiaotian punched Wang Tiehammer firmly on the back.

This person is very strong, he must weigh about [-] jin, and he can fly four or five meters away after being hit by Feng Xiaotian like this.

The audience in the audience were stunned, this short man still has such strength.

When a powerful player like Wang Tiehammer met a soul master like Feng Xiaotian who could attack both forcefully and sensitively, he was really powerless to fight back.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you." Wang Tiechui stood up enduring the severe pain in his back and said, the veins on his body looked terrifying.

"The second soul skill, a powerful blow." Wang Tiehammer's two yellow soul rings lit up at the same time.

It hit Feng Xiaotian just now with a slamming sound, but Feng Xiaotian had already left.

This time Feng Xiaotian moved to Wang Tiechui's side, clenched his fists, jumped up and punched Wang Tiechui on the head.

This punch was powerful and heavy, and Wang Tiehammer flew four or five meters away again.

After falling to the ground, he never got up again. Although there was no brain burst, thick blood flowed from his head.

"What? You beat Wang Tiehammer to death without even using your soul skills?" Some audience members were dissatisfied.

"Yeah, it's too fast. Isn't he an assault type? Such a strong force, and such a fast speed? It's a mistake!"