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

Chapter 47 Xiao Wu: It’s over, I’m completely dirty
"Rabbit, even if you transform and rebuild, your soul power is level 29. Can you still drown?"

"It's too dark! The water is deep! Isn't it all your fault for scaring me?! Also! Close your eyes, Sister Xiaowu!"

"Tsk, you skinny rabbit, I'm not afraid to look at you."

Grabbing the long branch handed over by Fengyan, the rabbit finally jumped onto the shore.

Feng Yan really closed his eyes, threw the branch behind him, and walked away muttering, "You wasted my firewood..."

Xiao Wu, who had just been washed clean, didn't even bother to wash anymore. She put on Feng Yan's coat and followed him.

Seeing that the rabbit was wet, Feng Yan threw a towel to her to dry her hair and lit the fire first.

The silly rabbit is just silly. He can even smile foolishly while warming his hands by the fire.

She only smiled for a while before her face fell again. She looked at Feng Yan who was still looking for firewood and asked warily, "Can you hear me even when I'm speaking so quietly?"

"Why can't I hear it? Hearing the wind is originally a talent of the Fengjian Sect. It is a passive skill." Feng Yan said as a matter of course.

Xiao Wu was stunned at first, then her face turned red, "That morning..."

"It's not a big deal. I heard it all."

You know, Xiao Wu was talking about Feng Yan's matters this morning.

In other words, Feng Yan didn't ask much, just complained.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard everything, so Xiao Wu continued with the topic Xiao Xi had asked: "Then don't you want to wait until your soul power level is high enough before hunting me?"

Seeing that she had asked so many times, both openly and secretly, Feng Yan knew that he had to give her an explanation, otherwise there would be no end.

Holding the firewood he had just picked up, Feng Yan returned to the fire and added more firewood while saying, "To others, your hundred thousand year soul beasts are some extraordinary treasures, but in reality, they are just that."

"What do you mean by just so-so?" Xiao Wu felt greatly insulted again, "Aren't transformed soul beasts like me the most precious treasures in the eyes of you humans?"

But Feng Yan's expression remained unchanged. "I stripped off all the spirit rings and spirit bones on my body and fused them into my martial spirit, completing the materialization of my martial spirit."

"It is said that the Sea God of Sea God Island did the same thing, except that he stripped off the golden trident after becoming a god."

“So, after completing all of this, I realized that I still have to return to being human.”

Feng Yan raised a long stick as straight as a sword and pointed it towards the sky, then stood up and fell into memories.

“Just imagine, after breaking through level 100, the power of those spirit rings and spirit bone skills will remain the same, there won’t be much change, and they will never be comparable to the claw of the big black dragon.”

"In the final analysis, no matter how powerful the spirit ring skills and spirit bone skills are, they are locked under the divine skills and can never reach the sky. Because the spirit skills are not created by you, you can't go further."

"To create a divine skill, it is impossible to use spirit rings or spirit bone skills. You have to do it yourself. Even if it is like the old Qian family, where the ancestors appeared in spirit, the divine skills were not obtained by their ancestors hunting spirit beasts."

Feng Yan meant that even if it was a soul skill of 100,000 years, once it was obtained through hunting, its power would be fixed, and it would never be able to reach the level of a divine skill like the Emperor Tianlong Divine Claw.

After all, it was a 100,000-year-old soul beast. Xiao Wu probably understood what he said. She pulled the corner of her mouth unhappily and said, "So you didn't kill me because you dislike me?"

Feng Yan did not stop waving the branches at all, but instead waved faster and faster.

He said while dancing with the sword: "It is, but not entirely."

"You have already transformed into a human, and I don't covet your spirit rings and spirit bones, so you are no different from an old lady working in the fields."

"We know each other and have had meals together. Why would I kill an old lady for no reason? I am a gentleman!"

If translated, Feng Yan's words mean: No innocent people will be killed indiscriminately.

In addition, under the shining stars in the middle of the night, the sword dancing posture was truly peerless.

Only at times like this, Sword Demon Douluo lived up to the world's evaluation of him -

The wind blows silver threads from the sky.

Even though he was a man, Xiao Wu, who was originally a soul beast, felt from the bottom of her heart that he was so beautiful that he was beyond measure.

When she came to her senses, Xiao Wu's breathing had become rapid.

He is not some playboy Yan Feng, the man in her dreams is the Sword Demon!

But such a good-looking person always has nothing nice to say. Xiao Wu stood up angrily and pointed at her nose, as if asking Feng Yan to take a closer look and organize his words.

"Me?! An old lady from the farmland?! You are a sword demon, but you are blind!"

But Feng Yan didn't stop. He was in high spirits and just glanced at Xiao Wu, jokingly saying, "You exposed yourself!"

Xiao Wu didn't tie Feng Yan's coat, so she was missed at this stop.

Xiao Wu's face turned redder with anger. She quickly pulled up her coat and hugged her arms.

However, her eyes did not leave Feng Yan's branches, which were changing in thousands of ways and attacking fiercely. Because the more she looked at them, the more familiar they became.

Xiao Wu finally exclaimed: "Is this the sword technique Rongrong used to defeat Third Brother?"

Xiao Wu was not mistaken. She did not recognize it at first because Feng Yan's move was too fast and too perfect, far better than Ning Rongrong's whose stab was not accurate.

Until Feng Yan practiced the penultimate arrow-breaking style.

"What would happen if you competed with Third Brother?" Xiao Wu didn't have the brains to evolve her sword skills, so she asked immediately after thinking about this.

Feng Yan versus Tang San? The Nine Swords used all kinds of moves and variations, and the latter struck first. The result was actually self-evident.

This exercise exhausted all the strength Feng Yan had just recovered.

After Xiao Wu asked this question, Feng Yan completed a Qi-breaking stab and then retracted his move, lying down next to the fire.

While wiping his sweat, Feng Yan replied: "Let him take the first move. I won't use my soul power. If I have no physical problems, he will basically end up like the soul king who used the kitchen knife."

Yes, Xiao Wu thought of Soul King Tianya who was killed by Feng Yan with a dagger, and of course the Bear King of that year.

"Doesn't that mean that if I practice your swordsmanship, I can become invincible on the continent?"

Feng Yan shook his head. If it was that simple, he wouldn't have to evolve the Wind Demon Art that best suited him based on the Nine Swords.

"How can it be that simple? When a soul master reaches the level of a soul saint, or a powerful soul emperor, or even a ten thousand year soul beast, the attack power and speed will exceed the limitations of the moves."

"Without the support of powerful spirit power and powerful moves, I can't even pierce the hair of the bear you mentioned."

"Even if no moves are better than moves, it's just about making the moves exquisite. If you can't break through physical defense, or encounter a large-scale attack that you can't avoid, won't you still lose?"

As he spoke, Feng Yan took off his shoes, revealing his toes which were even prettier than Xiao Wu's.

Rubbing the instep of his foot, with blood vessels clearly visible, Feng Yan exclaimed: "I'm so tired..."

In the reflection of the campfire, Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat at Feng Yan's simple action, and she couldn't help but curl up her toes along with Feng Yan.

Xiao Wu screamed in her heart: He, he, he! How come he is even more…

However, Feng Yan was the strongest person who had ever been closest to breaking through level 100, so Xiao Wu forced herself to shake off the memories of that dream.

This opportunity is rare. Xiao Wu thought that if there are some problems that are impossible to solve, maybe she could ask Feng Yan.

In order to emphasize the method, Xiao Wu pretended to be disdainful and said, "Humph! That sounds good, but without spirit rings and spirit bones, can you break through the hundredth level with just your own spirit skills?"

Sure enough, the competitive gossip can't stand the provocation of counter-gossip.

"What kind of skills and techniques do you think I taught Zhuqing and Rongrong? Even if it was those, they were only created before I was 18 years old. If I hadn't spent the last ten years researching and developing spirit ring and spirit bone skills, I would have broken through level long ago."

"boast!"

"Why am I bragging? If it wasn't twelve years ago... Never mind, I can't tell you!"

The rabbit was obviously not a master of negotiation, and he ruined the conversation after just a few words.

Seeing Feng Yan poking at the fire without saying anything, Xiao Wu could only feel anxious.

However, after Feng Yan stared at the starry sky above his head for a while, he realized that it was too late.

I thought that even if I was exhausted, I had to go back before dawn, otherwise it would be considered a night out. Moreover, we had to set out to hunt souls for Oscar at dawn, so we had to gather.

By that time Feng Yan and Xiao Wu will both not be in Shrek Academy, oh no, it’s all over.

God knows what the kitten will think then.

Therefore, the safest option is for both of them to return to the dormitory before dawn.

If Feng Yan wants to achieve this plan, he cannot leave Xiao Wu alone and run away.

So Feng Yan looked at Xiao Wu again, but Feng Yan was unwilling to tell her directly that he should take a rest and leave quickly.

Feng Yan was afraid that Xiao Wu was sensitive in this aspect, and could guess his thoughts and use this to threaten him. It would not be nice if she said "tell Zhu Qing" afterwards.

Seeing her loose hair, Feng Yan found a roundabout way to talk about it, hoping to bring it up inadvertently.

"You're not going to tie your hair up? Your hairstyle is quite complicated. Do you want my help?"

Xiao Wu, who was originally anxious, was stunned and subconsciously asked in surprise: "You even know this?"

So the invincible sword demon was provoked again, "Who are you looking down on? Although I am not as old as you who are 100,000 years old, Rongrong's short hair has been combed beautifully by my hands countless times!"

Xiao Wu had a good idea of ​​Feng Yan's personality, so she immediately discovered his blind spot: "Were you forced by Rong Rong?"

"Just tell me if you want help or not! If not, hurry up, it will be dawn soon!"

He was anxious, he was anxious! Everyone stood up!
Xiao Wu covered her mouth and tried to hold back her laughter. How could she not be happy when the number one person in the world suffered such a humiliation?
"Okay, okay! Sister Xiao Wu, I believe it. The Sword Demon's craftsmanship is definitely the best. It's my honor. Come on!"

As she spoke, Xiao Wu stood up and lifted up her long hair that had fallen to her calves and was now only slightly damp.

Sure enough, the best idea was to not provoke Feng Yan and just stroke him. Xiao Wu's praise actually calmed Feng Yan down.

"Originally, I would still help you, an old rabbit, because you don't stink after taking a shower." As he spoke, Feng Yan walked behind Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu held back her response and praised her unhappily, "Yes~ You must have tied it better than Sister Xiao Wu did it herself~"

"Of course!" Feng Yan took out a wooden comb from his space soul guide, treating it as a sharp sword and immediately danced with it on his fingertips.

Xiao Wu was stunned when she glanced at him. She seemed to remember something and cried in a trembling voice, "Wait a minute!"

"What are you waiting for? It will be dawn if you wait any longer!" Feng Yan didn't even bother to listen to what was said. He combed Xiao Wu's hair thoroughly with just a few clicks.

(End of this chapter)