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

Chapter 106: The first team fighting spirit training, Ning Fengzhi? Xue Qinghe?
The seven-day rest period passed quickly, and it was time for Feng Yan to see Yu Xiaogang again.

After breakfast, when the familiar school bell rang, the seven of them arrived at the playground on time.

Then, Yu Xiaogang began to lecture, "It has been three months since I came here to teach you..."

In general, Yu Xiaogang meant that everyone’s physical foundation had been almost built up, and they would then go to Soto City for actual combat, and the requirement was to obtain the Silver Fighting Spirit Badge.

The only thing that made Feng Yan satisfied was that Yu Xiaogang asked them to wear masks.

After all, recovery is still a long way off, which coincides with Feng Yan's idea of ​​hiding his identity.

After Yu Xiaogang distributed the masks, he said, "I have thought of a nickname for each of you. You can use this nickname for the competition. Just state it when you sign up, and your real name will not appear in the fighting arena."

Oscar asked curiously: "Then what is our title?"

Yu Xiaogang replied: "Mu Bai will use his original 'Evil Eyed White Tiger', and you will use your 'Sausage Specialty'. Yan Feng will use 'Wind Palm Dual Master', and as for Xiao San, let's call her 'Thousand Hands Silver Grass', what do you think?"

"That's too damn ugly!" Feng Yan got goosebumps. "My martial soul is the element of wind, and I've been using palm techniques a lot lately, so it's called 'Wind and Palm Dual'? Can you make it any more vulgar?!"

Apparently, Feng Yan is very good at scolding people. Yu Xiaogang's face became even stiffer. "So what do you think we should name it?"

Dai Mubai ignored Feng Yan and patted Tang San on the shoulder.

"Although Xiao San usually looks honest, when he gets angry, he is more murderous than any of us. I think it would be better to call him Thousand Hands Shura. Shura means killing devil, which can also have a certain deterrent effect on the opponent."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Mu Bai." Tang San said with a smile.

Ning Rongrong leaned her head closer again, smiled very cutely and said, "What do you want to be called? Paralyzed Young Master?"

"Fuck! Why don't you ask the sword to stab the little tower?"

"Bah! No ivory can come out of a dog's mouth!"

"Then you are like a dog's tooth coming out of an elephant's mouth!"

"At least I have teeth!"

"That's a dog's tooth too!"

Carrying Feng Yan, Zhu Zhuqing, who was sandwiched between the two of them, touched her forehead helplessly, but a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Yan, how about you call yourself 'The King of the Wind'?" Zhu Zhuqing recommended her idea.

"The method of reversing life, the Wind King's Order?" When Feng Yan first heard it, he thought it was the combination of the name of his new technique and his third soul skill.

After thinking about it carefully, Feng Yan smiled brightly again.

"Just call it 'The King of the Wind'!"

The rumor of living against the odds for a lifetime will eventually rise up again and return to the throne.

Feng Yan understood the meaning of this.

The nicknames of other people are basically their martial spirits, such as Zhu Zhuqing's "Netherworld Spirit Cat" and Ning Rongrong's "Seven Treasures Glazed Glass".

Although Ning Rongrong would rather call her 'Liuli Princess'.

...

The large fighting spirit arenas on Douluo Continent are usually open at night, and the Soto City Large Fighting Spirit Arena is no exception.

Within one day, all the students moved to the hotel in Soto City.

Flanders is stingy and says that he pays for his own food and accommodation, under the pretext of saving money for the college.

If there is a fight, there is nothing to say about the rumors. He can even sleep on the streets.

But Feng Yan had no interest in such fighting spirits. For those who had learned additional skills, fighting with the same title would hardly have a positive effect.

Excluding the purely auxiliary Oscar, according to Feng Yan's judgment, if it were not for the battle with the powerful Soul King, the Soul Fighting Competition in the Great Soul Fighting Arena would only have positive significance for Dai Mubai and Tang San.

The results of the first individual battle and the team battle were basically the same.

In the great soul master level fighting spirit, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong won all the battles, whether in one-on-one or two-on-two combinations, as expected.

Not to mention Feng Yan and Oscar, how could any Soul Master withstand a palm strike from the Sword Demon?
Even if they are in a team, Oscar only needs to throw Fengyan out and then be responsible for catching him.

On the contrary, Tang San, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who formed a three-person team with the highest average level, had a harder time, although they still won in the end.

Needless to say, Tang San is very good. Ma Hongjun's body movements are strange and his attack is even more fierce than Tang San who has broken through to the Soul Master level.

In the end, the one who held back was actually Dai Mubai, the level 38 Soul Master.

After finishing a round of individual battles and team battles, Yu Xiaogang gathered everyone again, "It's time to participate in the team battle."

"Since you registered late, you should be at the back of the field. Remember, you will be facing a team above level 30."

"Teamfighting is different from one-on-one or two-on-two. Cooperation between each other is far more important than the strength of a single fight. Since the opponent is fighting as a team..."

Ning Rongrong thought Yu Xiaogang was nagging and quickly interrupted him.

"I know. Zhu Qing and I can almost kill them all. What's more, if some people use their trump cards, I can handle them all by myself!"

Pointing her finger at Feng, Ning Rongrong's meaning was clear enough.

The killer weapon she was talking about was naturally Feng Yan's "Wind King Order".

"Rongrong, I don't want you to use any extra weapons. After all, the Continental High-level Spirit Master Elite Competition prohibits the use of any weapons other than martial spirits."

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded when Yu Xiaogang poured this basin of cold water on her.

Most of her fighting power comes from that sharp sword. Without the sword, Ning Rongrong can probably just run faster.

"Why are you so stupid? You're not going to kill anyone, so why are you looking for a chance to poke someone different with your fingers?" Feng Yan looked down on her on the spot.

"Hiss! What you said makes sense, but why do you deserve a beating?"

"Just tell me if you can poke it!" "Yes! Of course I can... But you can only poke a little bit, it will hurt your fingers..."

"Oh yo yo~ I see you just a little bit~"

"Bah! If I were to poke you with my beautiful hands, I'd poke you blind first!"

"Lululu, you should keep it for stabbing yourself!"

Amid the two of them bickering, they came to the waiting area and waited.

The previous battle had consumed some energy, so she still needed to restore her soul power. Even Feng Yan did not disturb Ning Rongrong's rest.

His own soul power was stagnant bad enough and he didn't need to recover at all. He just sat in a special wheelchair and closed his eyes to rest quietly for a rare moment.

While the seven people were practicing silently and waiting to appear on stage, a burly man who was over eight feet tall and extremely strong suddenly walked towards them.

The sturdy man looked to be in his thirties, with his upper body naked, revealing exaggerated dark muscles. One could tell at a glance that he was a power-type soul master.

As soon as the man approached, Feng Yan opened his eyes.

It was nothing. This person's target was Zhu Zhuqing. "Hey? Little girl, you have a nice figure. Why are you covering your face? Let your brother take a look."

The seven people were wearing masks, so their ages could not be seen, and Feng Yan, the most attractive face, was no longer noticeable.

The most eye-catching person was naturally Zhu Zhuqing, whose figure was far better than Ning Rongrong's.

Zhu Zhuqing had originally opened her eyes, and the word "get lost" was her character.

However, Feng couldn't stand it any more and immediately started to mock him, "Brother, if you need anything, go to the brothel. If you run into someone you can't afford to offend, you'll be dead at such a young age, right?"

When this person saw Feng Yan sitting next to Zhu Zhuqing, he immediately laughed jokingly, "Hey? You're so eager to come forward, your girlfriend? How high is she that she's so arrogant?"

"It's probably around level 30, not much. It's more than enough to kill you." If the Sword Demon could keep his mouth shut, Feng Yan wouldn't have been given this title.

"You! Are you shameless? Boy! Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

As he spoke, the man raised his big hand.

Originally Feng Yan was planning to turn around and slap him, but when he moved his ears, he heard some familiar but unusual noises.

"Qinghe! Don't worry, wait and see."

Ning Fengzhi? ! Xue Qinghe? !
Feng Yan’s cerebellum almost crashed on the spot.

When he came to his senses, the sturdy man's slap was about to hit him on the head.

What are you looking at!

Feng Yan roared in his heart.

It was originally a good opportunity for him to show his masculinity and protect his girlfriend.

Do you dare to seize this opportunity now?

The sturdy man really slapped Feng Yan on the head, but he, Feng, couldn't be beaten to death in such a place, right?

The sturdy man clapped his hands, but his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he immediately exclaimed, "What the hell?!"

Because not only did his palm fail to shake Feng Yan, but his skin also turned pale, yet incredibly as white as jade.

But there was one thing that was very inconsistent, because Feng Yan's face was full of grievance and it couldn't be faked, everyone could see it even with a mask on.

Just as the frivolous man was stunned, he had already lost his last chance to leave.

Feng Yan stretched out his right hand and immediately grabbed the sturdy man's wrist, and an almost irresistible force came from him.

The sturdy man was grabbed by the wrist and spun 360 degrees, and Feng Yan swung him like a wooden stick, throwing him to the ground from left to right.

During this process, Feng Yan formed his five fingers into claws and used the power of the Dragon Claw Technique to dislocate the joints of the sturdy man's arm on the spot.

"Ah...Ahhh!" The strong man was stunned for a while after being thrown down. Then he hugged his arms and wailed with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Stop! Don't you know that you can't fight privately in the fighting spirit preparation area? This is the rule of the big fighting spirit arena. If you want to fight, go to the fighting spirit stage."

At this time, a neutral voice suddenly interrupted, and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties strode forward and immediately stood in front of the burly man.

Seeing this middle-aged man, the sturdy man who was howling suddenly changed his expression and pointed at Feng Yan and shouted: "Manager Ao, it was this guy who started it first!"

"Shut up! Crazy Rhino, I don't know what kind of person you are." The middle-aged man called Supervisor Ao
Then he looked at Feng Yan with a strange look, "You must be the new group Shrek Seven Devils that registered today."

"You don't have to argue here. It just so happens that you are opponents on the fighting arena today. If you have any grudges, you can go to the fighting arena to resolve them."

Then, Supervisor Ao looked at the burly man named Kuang Xi fiercely, "Kuang Xi, if I see you causing trouble in my territory again, don't blame me for being rude to you! This is the last time I warn you, remember this."

"Yes, yes, it won't happen again. It won't happen again." The strong body of the Crazy Rhino and the smirk on his face made him look extremely wretched.

When Kuang Xi's gaze turned to Feng Yan, he pressed his dislocated arm back into place.

At the same time, his eyes immediately became cold and he stretched out a little finger and pointed at Feng Yan.

"Boy, I wasn't paying attention just now. When we get on the field, do you dare to challenge me in a one-on-one duel?"

At this moment, almost everyone looked at Kuang Xi strangely, even Dai Mubai, who had the worst relationship with Feng Yan.

Only Zhu Zhuqing looked at Feng Yan with helplessness in her eyes.

After all, if Feng could tolerate this kind of thing, then he would not be the competitive sword demon.

Sure enough, Feng Yan glanced at Kuang Xi sideways, reached out and took Zhu Zhuqing's small hand, put it close to his nose and sniffed it, then smiled.

"Is it that the seven of you are fighting me alone, or is it that I am fighting the seven of you alone?"

(End of this chapter)