Douluo: I will never forget the night Ah Yin bowed his head.

Chapter 126 Zhao Wuji’s invitation to fight

The sky was getting hazy, and a loud voice woke Chen Mo up.

Opening the door, it turned out that Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King, had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"senior!"

Chen Mo slightly arched his hands.

"Zhou Peng, come and spar with me. Seeing how passionate you are with those little guys these days makes me, Old Zhao, feel itchy in my heart."

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly.

In the grass a hundred meters outside the house, Ma Hongjun and Oscar poked their heads out.

"Do you think Teacher Zhao Wuji will win?"

asked Oscar.

Ma Hongjun immediately rolled his eyes at Oscar, as if he were looking at an idiot: "What nonsense are you talking about? Teacher Zhao Wuji is a soul saint, and he is just a soul sect. What does he have to lose?"

"But isn't it true that Teacher Zhao Wuji can only use soul skills of Soul Sect and below?"

Oscar curled his lips: "I see that Zhou Peng has been really strong in the battle these days. Boss Dai has no backhand against him. Xiaosan doesn't know what to do recently. He is practicing meditation with the master."

"Then there's no way we can lose, Soul Saint. If we can lose, I'll cut off my head and let him kick it as a ball."

Ma Hongjun snorted coldly.

"Cough cough."

Oscar coughed dryly.

"What are you doing? Your throat feels uncomfortable."

Ma Hongjun turned his head in displeasure and said, "Teacher Zhao Wuji, Zhou Peng, what a coincidence. Why are you here too? Are you here to bask in the sun together?"

"I listened to what you just said."

Chen Mo smiled slightly.

Zhao Wuji strangled Ma Hongjun's neck and whispered: "Although I will win, you can't say that. It sounds like I am bullying others. Do you understand that we are competing normally?"

"Ahem, okay, okay, Teacher Zhao, let me go quickly, I'm already dying."

Zhao Wuji let go of his hand.

Chen Mo shook his head slightly and smiled. He was not sure about using a second soul skill to defeat Zhao Wuji.

Face off against a Soul Saint.

difficult.

If you are interested, you can try the Z move, but that will expose all your background.

"Come on, young man."

Zhao Wuji said.

"Wait, senior."

Chen Mo called to stop.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ma Hongjun said with a smile, taking advantage of the power of others.

"According to the agreement, you have to pay extra for this."

Chen Mo said lightly.

Zhao Wuji's face froze: "This money, this money...how much does it cost?"

"Three hundred gold soul coins."

Chen Mo laughed.

"Three hundred? All my money was taken away by Flanders, and I only have a few dozen private money left, which is not enough."

Zhao Wuji paused, then fixed his gaze on Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

"No, Teacher Zhao, don't, really don't, that's the gift money for my wedding to Cuihua, that's my coffin book, don't touch it, don't touch it!"

Ma Hongjun was about to cry but had no tears. He was lifted up like a rabbit and shook there, and the gold coins exploded out desperately.

"270 nine..."

Well, very good, there are some parts and some parts.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I washed the garlic..."

Ma Hongjun was crying and drawing circles.

Zhao Wuji looked at Oscar again.

Oscar consciously added that this was 21 gold coins.

After collecting three hundred, Zhao Wuji stuffed it into Chen Mo's arms: "Is this enough? If you want more, I, old Zhao, won't be able to get it."

Chen Mo paused: "That's enough."

He also wanted to test the strength of Soul Saint.

By the way, I would like to evaluate for myself what level of power the Z move is equal to a strike.

Of course, the duel with Soul Saint cannot be chosen outside Chen Mo's small house.

The venue was chosen in the college's playground, an open space.

Naturally, it attracted many people to watch.

Flanders stuck his head out strangely: "Where did Lao Zhao get the money? Haven't I already deducted all the money?"

"Report to the dean that Ma Hongjun's money was robbed by teacher Zhao Wuji."

Oscar's accurate snitching. "I see."

Flanders nodded, but for a moment he realized something was wrong: "No, I should have deducted all of Ma Hongjun's money. Where did he get the money? He still owes the college more than 1000 gold coins."

"He said it was his gift money, the coffin book."

Oscar replied.

"Bullshit, what's the coffin book? Where is he calling him now? He dares to hide private money. It's lawless."

Flender snorted coldly.

"Report, Ma Hongjun should find a place to cry now, I don't know where."

Oscar said with a smile.

Flanders didn't say anything more, but looked towards the middle of the playground.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San walked to Flanders.

"What happened? Why did Zhao Wuji start a fight with Zhou Peng?"

Yu Xiaogang said in surprise.

Tang San's eyes were on Chen Mo. These days, he had been studying with his teacher on how to defeat his skills.

"What else can I do? This guy, Lao Zhao, has itchy hands."

Flender smiled mischievously.

Around the venue, Zhu Zhuqing also came here, with a hint of worry in his eyes, but also some expectation.

After these days of special training, she knew that the knowledge Chen Mo showed was just the tip of the iceberg, and he still had many methods that he had not yet shown.

She wanted to know what kind of person Chen Mo was, and why he wore a mask every day, hiding his head and tail even though there was nothing wrong with his appearance.

So mysterious and so good.

Your future should not lie with a libertine.

She also needs to work harder.

This morning she discovered that her soul power had exceeded one level.

It's the result of the special training these days.

Chen Mo looked at Zhao Wuji over there.

"Everyone is so idle, so we have to join in the fun."

Zhao Wuji laughed, and then looked at Chen Mo: "Keep the promise, I will only use the first four soul skills."

"Row."

Chen Mo nodded, thinking about how to fight.

"Let's start then?"

Zhao Wuji asked.

"Then let's get started."

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back.

It was quiet for a while.

"Why don't they fight?"

Oscar was stunned.

"They're waiting for the other side to make the first move."

Flanders paused.

Seeing that neither of them made any move, Zhao Wuji laughed: "Haha, young people are quite cautious, so I'll attack first."

"Second Soul Skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji exerted force on his feet, and his whole body exploded towards Chen Mo like a cannonball.

Chen Mo took a step back.

"Copy, Xuanshui Shield!"

The shield was propped up, but was shattered by Zhao Wuji's palm.

Chen Mo jumped sideways to avoid it, but the impact of the huge power took Chen Mo a while to stabilize his body.

"Here we go again."

Zhao Wuji struck Chen Mo with his palm again.

Chen Mo jumped up and used his super high jump to avoid Zhao Wuji's attack.

"Keeping jumping is not a good idea. The third soul skill is gravity increase!"

Zhao Wuji shouted, and Chen Mo frowned and fell from the sky. Fortunately, he hit the ground with his palm and held on without kneeling directly.

"Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji struck with another palm.

Chen Mo wanted to move, but was unable to move due to the gravity. This was much stronger than the gravity of the academy.

She Rankong should like this environment.

"Copy! Rockfall!"

Chen Mo shouted loudly, and the stone pillars on the ground suddenly protruded, holding Chen Mo up and avoiding the palm.

After slightly adapting to the gravity, Chen Mo stood up again.

(End of this chapter)