Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 104 Tang San wants the Sword Demon Technique, Feng Yan gives him the best one, you decide whether to practice it or not
Following Yu Xiaogang's order, the crowd dispersed.

Leaving behind was Yan Feng who was sitting cross-legged, and Ma Hongjun who was standing ready.

Ma Hongjun's physique is very suitable for practicing "Sunflower Manual". Normally, it would take an ordinary person a hundred days of pure practice to complete the first level, but he completed it in just over a month.

When he came out of the customs, Ma Hongjun was not only thinner, but his skin was also as smooth as a baby's.

As the saying goes, a white complexion can hide a hundred flaws. Ma Hongjun had a good foundation after losing weight.

His long red hair, which had not been trimmed yet, was loose as he stood on the playground, with the breeze blowing in his hair. Even if he was standing in front of Feng Yan, he was still a truly handsome boy.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the middle of the playground, his face as stiff as ever, and gave orders as a matter of course, "Yan Feng, you are not allowed to use your third soul skill, the method that hardens your body. You can start now."

At this moment, Feng Yan naturally recovered the movement of his arms with the help of Zhu Zhuqing and was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Ma Hongjun was standing of course, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Yan had a lot of different meanings.

"Yan Feng, over the past month, I have also secretly watched you fight with them. I have to say... you are so beautiful!"

Feng Yan thought Ma Hongjun was going to say that he was strong, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Feng Yan was already annoyed with Yu Xiaogang, and when he listened to Ma Hongjun's hoarse voice, even though he knew that he might simply think that "Yan Feng" was good-looking, Feng Yan couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Unable to move his body and unable to improve his soul power, Feng Yan could only practice upper limb training.

Without further ado, only fighting can make Feng Yan feel a little better.

Then, he immediately demonstrated the results of his own practice over the past month.

He slapped the ground with both hands at the same time, and the terrifying upper limb strength immediately made Feng Yan leap into the air, like a silver butterfly fluttering and dancing.

"Wow!" Ma Hongjun exclaimed for a moment, and the power of "Sunflower Manual" was immediately demonstrated.

As his figure moved like a ghost, Ma Hongjun shouted, "Second soul skill, Phoenix Rising from the Ashes!"

The moment the second soul ring lit up, purple flames immediately covered Ma Hongjun's body. At the same time, the surrounding ground was demarcated by Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Evil Fire into an area that was difficult to escape.

'Yan Feng' flew up into the air, and it was difficult for him to turn in the air.

If he wants to take advantage of the opponent's force, he can either attack or return to the ground.

Ma Hongjun completed the fire coverage of the entire field in advance, which eliminated the possibility of Yan Feng taking advantage of the situation.

'Yan Feng' was unable to take advantage of the situation, so the next natural step was to launch an attack.

"The first soul skill, Phoenix Fire Wire!"

Ma Hongjun was not standing there stupidly. He moved like a ghost and arrived at the blind spot behind Feng Yan at an extremely fast speed just as Yan Feng's body was falling and starting to accelerate.

Then, the purple evil fire turned into a long stick and stabbed straight behind Feng Yan.

Everyone present was shocked, and Tang San even exclaimed: "Fatty's speed is so fast!"

"I don't know whether Fatty is lucky or unlucky. His soul power has improved rapidly, and his combat power has also increased rapidly." Dai Mubai also sighed, "Is the Sword Demon's skills so magical?"

Tang San also exclaimed in his heart: This is the "Sunflower Manual"? Compared with the "Mysterious Heavenly Record", it is probably even better... Unable to use his golden bell-like skills, it seems that Brother Yan is going to lose.

Feng Yan was somewhat impressed by Ma Hongjun's idea. Removing the root of his troubles helped Ma Hongjun make great progress.

As to why Feng Yan chose to soar into the air instead of attacking directly, it was because he had more comprehensive experience in air combat.

Besides, a direct attack would necessarily require moving close to the ground, like a dog crawling, which was considered too ugly.

In order to look handsome, Feng Yan would rather strike back and act later.

"Second soul skill, wind protection! Tai Chi, entangle! Stick! Pull! Three forces!"

Almost at the moment when the purple fire column attack formed by Ma Hongjun's first soul skill arrived, Feng Yan's body began to spin rapidly in all kinds of incredible angles like a silver shuttle flying in the air.

The purple evil fire was like a tangible object, being firmly grasped or blended by Feng Yan.

By the time Ma Hongjun's first Phoenix Fire attack ended, Feng Yan had already rolled the Phoenix Evil Fire into a ball and completely controlled it in his right hand.

Feng Yan in mid-air was enveloped by the sky-blue wind. He was not afraid of the evil fire that was eroding his bones like a maggot. Instead, he had already adjusted the direction of his body and faced Ma Hongjun sideways.

Before the Death Spider King's poison was resolved, Feng Yan was in poor health. Now that he can practice external martial arts, he naturally has to mention the number one external martial arts skill.

Even if he is not allowed to use Ni Sheng, Feng Yan can still use Tai Chi and Jiang Long.

The moment the three forces of Tai Chi controlled the evil fire, Feng Yan's soul power surged, and powerful and terrifying palm power condensed. For a moment, there was even a faint sound of dragon roars.

The first half of this move originally required leaping into the air, and now the conditions have been met.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Feng Yan bent his right arm inward at the same time, and while shouting loudly, he suddenly slapped Ma Hongjun with both palms downward.

Even though Ma Hongjun moved like a ghost, he already realized that he was no match for this palm.

But the moment Ma Hongjun wanted to escape, the evil fire in Feng Yan's palm suddenly turned into a purple-red dragon and rushed towards him.

But as soon as the dragon arrived, it exploded, completely blocking Ma Hongjun's sight.

But Feng Yan's palm power is the key. The palm wind he attacked can actually hit Ma Hongjun's shoulder across the air.

Under the fierce palm force like a dragon, Ma Hongjun flew out immediately.

If Feng Yan had not held back, this hard palm would have hit Ma Hongjun on the head, and watermelon juice would have flew everywhere.

When the purple evil fire on the ground dissipated as Ma Hongjun flew backwards, Feng Yan landed on the ground and sat cross-legged again.

Oscar came over immediately, handed over the recovery sausage, and exclaimed: "Oh my god! Brother Yan! What's this new trick of yours? Did you practice it by playing with that big iron ball recently?!"

Then Oscar ran to Ma Hongjun and gave him one as well.

Feng Yan took a look and saw that his face didn't look good, but he smiled at him, and Ma Hongjun felt a chill again.

In order to immediately divert attention, Feng Yan replied to Oscar: "What is Pan Tie Tuo Zi? That's called horizontal training!"

Recently it has been rumored that she is still living with Oscar. Anyway, he is not arrogant, so naturally they have the best relationship.

The iron lumps Oscar mentioned were the stone locks and dumbbells that Feng Yan used to practice palm kung fu.

When practicing various power techniques, the flying objects were just lumps of iron in Oscar's eyes.

"Fatty, you can do it too! I feel like your two soul skills are even more perverted than Boss Dai's." Oscar also greeted Ma Hongjun at the same time.

“Hehe…” Maybe he was hurt by Feng Yan, but Ma Hongjun smiled shyly and spoke slowly, “Xiao Ao, it’s the “Sunflower Manual” that’s so powerful. If you want to be like me, you can do it too.”

"Uh...thank you and your whole family! I won't practice even if I can!" Oscar jumped three feet away.

Others, especially Dai Mubai, looked wandering and were even unwilling to look at Ma Hongjun.

Except Yu Xiaogang.

Feng Yan noticed this, and when Ma Hongjun came out of retreat, he tempted him, "Xiao Ao, if you practice this, you can practice three or four months longer than him at most, and I guarantee you will be just as good."

"Brother Yan! You are making fun of me too!"

"Hahaha!"

The small playground was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere, even Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth and chuckled.

Although it started quickly and ended quickly, the fight was finally over.

Normally, Yu Xiaogang would continue to arrange other fights and also make some summary speeches.

But this time Yu Xiaogang seemed to be different. He couldn't make any assessment of Yan Feng's battle. This had become the norm, and it was nothing.

But when it came to Ma Hongjun, Yu Xiaogang didn't say a word. He just stared at Ma Hongjun in silence.

Finally, under Tang San's reminder, Yu Xiaogang said: "Okay, the three-month devil training is over. I will give you seven days to adjust your condition. After seven days, start the next stage of training!"

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang left without looking back.
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The morning sun always warms people's hearts, and with a seven-day holiday, it really makes people feel happy.

However, it didn't matter to Feng Yan whether he had these or not. After all, Zhu Zhuqing ignored him, so he could only go back to lift weights.

It’s just that the holiday starts today, and there seem to be a lot more people free.

"Brother Yan, let's go." Oscar walked forward, ready to carry Feng Yan to the dormitory.

But Oscar's eyes and brows were much more eager than before.

Feng Yan looked to the side and saw that Tang San had not left but was walking towards him.

Dai Mubai waved his hand and went to the dormitory first with Ma Hongjun, presumably to meditate and practice.

Just when Feng Yan was feeling strange, Ning Rongrong's head appeared in Feng Yan's sight.

"what are you doing?"

Looking at Ning Rongrong's sweet smile, Feng Yan's heart tightened, wondering if her little witch switch was turned on again.

"Master Yan, are you going to Soto City? I'll treat you to a feast."

It’s a good thing to have a big meal. Normally, Fengyan has nothing to do anyway, so he might as well eat it.

However, with the little witch smiling like that, how could he dare to agree?

Feng Yan's head immediately shook like a rattle, "No, I want to practice."

As expected, Ning Rongrong's face turned pale and she said impatiently, "Then where is my Wind Demon Art?"

The corner of his mouth twitched and Feng Yan was speechless. It turned out to be because of this matter.

In the past, when Feng Yan’s mental power was strong, all he had to do was pat Ning Rongrong on the head.

Now he had to write it out stroke by stroke, and he even had to draw pictures for some unclear parts.

It must have been drawn in the next month, but Yu Xiaogang just likes to exhaust his physical strength, and Feng Yan only thinks about lifting weights, and has long forgotten about this matter.

Since Ning Rongrong brought it up, just give it to her.

"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier? I'll give it to you."

"Wait, Oscar, lend it to me for a while, and I'll return it to you later."

"what?"

Who would have thought that Ning Rongrong would pick up Feng Yan, pull Yan Feng aside in front of Tang San and Oscar's confused gazes, and start whispering to him.

"Don't give it to me yet. Just say it's in your dormitory and you can go back to get it!" Ning Rongrong said in a low voice that only Feng Yan could hear.

"Why?" Feng Yan naturally didn't understand. "Hey, go to your dormitory and I'll tell you."

"Oh." Feng Yan saw Ning Rongrong pointing at Tang San, and he knew that there was something inconvenient for others to hear.

"What are you doing? You put "Wind Demon Jue" in my dormitory, eh..." Feng Yan immediately raised his voice and said.

"Go, go, go! Hurry!" Ning Rongrong was afraid that Feng Yan might do something weird, so she immediately grabbed him and ran towards the dormitory.

Tang San and Oscar looked at each other and could see that the other was confused.

But I didn't suspect anything, after all, these two have always been so inconsistent.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Ning Rongrong kicked open the door, put Feng Yan on his bed, and immediately jumped to the door and closed it.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

Having experienced that kind of thing so many times, Feng Yan suddenly became panicked.

Just when he was thinking about how to knock Ning Rongrong unconscious and run away with the bucket, Ning Rongrong closed the window again.

After doing all this, Ning Rongrong rushed in front of Feng Yan.

Feng Yan did not dare to hesitate and immediately handed over the manuscript, thinking that while Ning Rongrong was distracted, he could strike back, "Here, Wind Demon Art!"

Ning Rongrong took the manuscript very smoothly and said as she flipped through it, "Didn't you see it?"

"What do you see?"

Feng Yan was shocked and asked: What are you doing? Confession?!
But just when Feng Yan was about to chop Ning Rongrong's large intestine meridian Tianchuang acupoint with a knife to knock her out, Ning Rongrong stood up again.

"Oh? Avalokitesvara's Demonic Eye?! I guessed it! It is based on the Breaking Style! This is the complete Wind Demonic Art!"

Ning Rongrong, who was sighing, of course saw Feng Yan's raised knife hand and immediately asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm practicing palm techniques!" Feng Yan immediately waved his palms.

"Zhu Qing's Plum Blossom Hand?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Ning Rongrong seemed to remember something and closed the manuscript of Wind Demon Art. "Let's not talk about this for now. Can't you see what Tang San wants to do?"

"What does he want to do?" Feng Yan blinked in confusion.

"Tsk! Don't you think about it? Oscar is not counted. Tang San can only barely defeat Dai Mubai now."

"Looking at Ma Hongjun's performance today, I'm afraid Tang San can't win. And you are his cousin, what do you think he is going to do?" Ning Rongrong said unhappily.

"How should I know?" Feng Yan chose the substitution method, imagining himself as Tang San, and came to a conclusion, "Tang San wants to spar with me?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately clapped her hands with the manuscript of "Wind Demon Art" in annoyance, like a teacher who wanted to teach a stupid student a lesson.

"Stupid! He will definitely ask you for your father's skills!"

"hiss…"

Feng Yan is not good at disguise. He has solved the identity problem and behaves the same as before.

To put it bluntly, he didn't consider himself "Yan Feng".

Ning Rongrong originally wanted to ask Yan Feng if he was willing, but she didn't expect Feng to speak first.

"I don't want to give it to him. Rongrong, do you have an idea?"

After Ning Rongrong's reminder, how could Feng Yan not understand?

Tang San is not really his cousin as rumored.

Even if Tang Yuehua is really his wife, Tang San is at most his nephew.

What's more, there is no such relationship at all. Feng Yan even knows that Tang San is a time traveler.

The key point is that they had a conflict before, and Tang San's white moonlight Xiao Wu became his woman, and now they have a child.

This skill cannot be given to you at all. If you give it to me, wouldn’t it be helping the enemy?
Ever since Shui Bing'er gave Feng Yan an idea, Feng Yan understood.

If he couldn't figure out something, he would simply ask someone who could figure it out.

For someone like Ning Rongrong, Feng Yan thought that the worst that could happen was to ask her in a roundabout way.

"I told you that you didn't want to give it to me, and I've never heard you call Tang San cousin." Ning Rongrong understood.

"You do this, call Tang San in later and see what he says first. Then..."

After hearing this, Feng Yan, beaming with joy, immediately gave a thumbs up, "Rongrong, I have to say it's you! When we join forces, we're invincible!"

"What are you talking about?"

...

When Ning Rongrong opened the dormitory door, Tang San and Oscar were already outside the dormitory.

Oscar naturally returned to his dormitory normally, but Tang San followed him in.

Looking at the manuscript in Ning Rongrong's hand, Oscar was like a curious baby, "Rongrong, is the Wind Demon Art powerful?"

Tang San also stared at him intently.

"Of course!" Ning Rongrong raised her little head, she was so happy.

"Cousin, do you have something to talk to me about? Or do you want to talk to Oscar?" Feng Yan spoke at this time.

Seeing Ning Rongrong and Oscar looking over curiously, Tang San was a little embarrassed, but it seemed that because Yan Feng called him cousin for the first time, he immediately showed joy.

"Indeed, I am looking for you, brother Yan, for something." Tang San nodded solemnly.

After saying that, Tang San looked at Oscar and Ning Rongrong.

The meaning was very clear, what Tang San and Yan Feng talked about was not convenient for outsiders to know.

Oscar understood immediately, "Oh~ I have something else to do, I have to go out for a while. Rongrong, don't you want to go back and watch "Wind Demon Jue"? "

"I'm not in a hurry. When it comes to cultivation, haste makes waste." Ning Rongrong seemed like she didn't understand or hear anything.

Tang San just thought that Ning Rongrong was worried about Yan Feng, but when he was about to say something to comfort Ning Rongrong, Yan Feng spoke.

"Cousin, just say whatever you want to say. Oscar is our brother, and Rongrong is not an outsider either. Let's be frank, we are all a family from now on."

"Brother Yan..." Oscar didn't expect Yan Feng to take him with him, and he was immediately touched.

To Oscar, Yan Feng's words almost made him feel like his brother-in-law.

If Oscar had not seen Ning Rongrong's murderous eyes, he would have continued to be moved.

Tang San probably also thought that Yan Feng wanted to bring Ning Rongrong and Oscar together, which was a good thing, and Tang San thought it was great.

At the same time, he also felt that what Yan Feng said made sense.

So, Tang San pressed on his belt and placed a manuscript, a Zhuge magic crossbow, a sleeve arrow, and something like a flying claw hook on Feng Yan's bedside table.

"Cousin, what do you mean?" Feng Yan's mouth twitched, but he pretended to be confused.

"Brother Yan, everyone has seen today that Fatty has become so powerful. Recently, I feel that I can't catch up with you guys."

Tang San's mood was a little low, but he seemed to be speaking sincerely.

Feng Yan remained calm and followed Ning Rongrong's instructions to listen to Tang San finish his words first.

As he spoke, Tang San handed the Xuantian Baolu to Yan Feng, "It's like this, this is my Tang Sect's Xuantian Baolu, and there is also a mechanical expansion type hidden weapon I made by myself. Brother Yan might as well take a look."

Taking his eyes away from the smiling Tang San, Feng Yan took over the "Xuan Tian Bao Lu" and began to read it calmly.

Feng Yan guessed that Tang San was probably thinking, "It's just a glance, I can't see it all." That's why he used the most important Tang Sect technique as a token of sincerity.

But it depends on who will be the winner.

Not to mention that Feng Yan's realm was already beyond Tang San's imagination. He had previously seen the route of Tang San's martial arts running in his body, and it could be said that he had seen it all.

Besides, Feng Yan’s memory is not in vain, so the camera is almost clicking.

In other words, Feng Yan looked down on this crude Taoist technique, otherwise Tang San's little trick would have been a waste of time.

In Feng Yan's opinion, the only highlight of "Xuantian Baolu" is that it records some of his ways of using natural treasures.

Feng Yan flipped through the pages almost every breath and said, "Cousin, what do you want to do..."

Tang San was relieved to see Yan Feng was reading a picture book, and smiled again, "I hope Brother Yan can teach me a technique of equal value in exchange. These hidden weapons are just extras!"

"That's not necessary." Feng Yan quickly finished reading it and handed the "Xuantian Baolu" back. "Cousin, you can take them all back. I don't need them."

Tang San's smile froze, and an extremely embarrassing feeling surged in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after Tang San took her back, Feng Yan smiled and said, "Although you and I have different surnames, we are one family. Why should we have different opinions?"

Then, Feng Yan shouted to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong, can you give your cousin a copy of the Wind Demonic Art?"

"what?"

Ning Rongrong's face sank and she looked reluctant.

But her exclamation also resonated in Tang San and Oscar's hearts. They also didn't expect Yan Feng to say this.

However, Yan Feng's attitude seemed very genuine, "What? You want me to write it again? How can you bear to do that to me? Wow! Ning Rongrong, you are too cruel!"

"Okay, okay! Isn't it okay for me to give it to you? I'm so annoyed with you!"

Seeing that Yan Feng and Ning Rongrong almost quarreled, Tang San was even more moved, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Yan Feng also continued, "The other martial arts are just so-so, I think my cousin wouldn't think highly of them either."

"I will copy the key points of Dan Shi for you later. I think this skill is most suitable for you. If you reach that level, you will be able to master this skill."

Give me another unique skill? Tang San was even more moved, his voice was hoarse, "Brother Yan..."

"Cousin, there's no need to be like this. You and I are family!" 'Yan Feng' once again emphasized that they are a family.

Finally, Yan Feng was still a little disappointed, but he also reminded him considerately: "It's just that I can't understand this "Wind Demonic Art". My father just wrote it in my head, and you need to understand it yourself."

"No problem!" Tang San immediately comforted Yan Feng, "Brother Yan, don't worry about it anymore. I'll take care of everything else!"

(End of this chapter)