Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

The afternoon sun pierced through the clouds and shone on his face. Lu Mingfei raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight and squinted slightly.

Springtime drowsiness, autumn fatigue, summer weariness, winter hibernation—any day of the year is a good time for an afternoon nap.

He still vaguely remembers his homeroom teacher at Shilan Middle School, a middle-aged woman with a thin face and crow's feet that stretched all the way to her ears.

She would always single out Lu Mingfei for dozing off and make an example of him in front of the whole class: "Lu Mingfei, look at you! You don't act like you're in class at all. You can't even wake up properly. I can't imagine what kind of children you students will raise when you become parents."

He was confused at the time, not knowing whether the sentence was a statement or a rhetorical question.

Even if a 15 or 16-year-old yearns for romance, he would never have considered the nightmare scenario of supporting a family and raising children in the future. So he was also at a loss at the time and couldn't muster the energy to refute such sarcastic questions.

But now, squinting at these young so-called classmates beside him, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that Abbess Miejue was truly farsighted back then.

He can learn good things in three years and bad things in three days. If he were to teach children, he would be completely doomed.

This is the sunroom on the rooftop of the Sylvester City Hotel. Eight lounge chairs are neatly arranged here, with juice, fruit, flowers, ice cubes, and lemon sparkling water generously sponsored by Lu Mingfei.

The Soul Fighting Competition in Silves City has temporarily come to an end. Qin Ming gave the group a week off, and they will continue in another city next week.

On the first day of the holiday, everyone suggested that they take a break and rest for a while before going back to their rooms to practice. But who knew that even though the sun had already set by half, these seven guys were too lazy to even move.

Eight young men and women who should have been full of energy and youthful vigor were now lying lazily, exuding an indescribable sense of languor and dejection.

"Hey, hey, hey, why aren't you guys back to your training yet?" Lu Mingfei called out helplessly. Even though it was a holiday, was it really okay to be so lax?

Last year, his subconscious left and right brain automatic training skill bars were finally loaded, and he could achieve almost 70% of the effect of normal full-power meditation training, so he could be so willful.

But can you people do that too? Or do you have some kind of chloroplast constitution?

Aside from Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia, which is somewhat plausible, everyone else's martial souls are clearly beastly.

"Oh, not at all. I didn't even move. I was just following you to cultivate." Yu Feng chuckled cheekily, then took a few sips of sparkling water. "Tsk tsk tsk, now that's what you call enjoying yourself, now that's what life is all about."

Although Yu Feng usually acts quite ruthlessly, this time he truly spoke for everyone.

Shaved ice with fruit juice, sparkling water, sunbathing—they had reason to suspect that Lu Mingfei hadn't gone into any secluded cultivation at all, but had gone to enjoy himself.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and laughed in exasperation. These guys were clearly planning to use him as a shield.

"Yan Yan and I have reached a bottleneck, and there's no use in closed-door cultivation." Yu Tianheng still had some shame; slacking off was slacking off, and there was no need to make excuses.

Dugu Yan didn't speak. Snakes are cold-blooded animals, and she naturally liked to bask in the sun. At this moment, her left hand and Yu Tianheng's right hand were intertwined. If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, she probably would have already pressed herself against Yu Tianheng.

With the captain and vice-captain leading the way in slacking off, the Royal Fighting Team is definitely doomed sooner or later.

There was nothing they could do; they had won more than a dozen games in a row over the past few months, and from Yu Tianheng to Ye Lingling, the flag of pride was practically written all over their heads.

Lu Mingfei had specifically asked Qin Ming if he knew about Shrek Academy, and Qin Ming did not disappoint him. He readily admitted that he was a graduate of the academy and spoke of Dean Flander with great respect and admiration.

This further convinced Lu Mingfei that the Royal Fighting Team would definitely be the protagonist's experience pack in the upcoming storyline.

With even their own instructors being members of the main characters' group, the fate of this Royal Fighting Team upon arriving in Soto City is predictable.

However, Lu Mingfei was indeed a little curious. In just a few months, even with Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as an aid, there was no reason why Tang San could defeat Yu Tianheng by such a large level difference when he switched to the Clear Sky Hammer. After all, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Clear Sky Hammer were on the same level.

It's absolutely certain that Tang San has a new cheat code coming out.

He also decided to join in the fun and see just how outrageous Tang San's new cheat would be, so he could be prepared.

As for the unpleasant things that happened before, they are nothing. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be Shrek.

He can't just avoid Tang San because he's afraid Tang Hao might make a move, can he? Then what's the point of trying to clear the level? He might as well just surrender and become Tang's dog.

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At this time, the Shrek Seven Swords were still on their way to run with heavy loads.

The sun was blazing down in the sky, and even after more than two months of physical training, the master's daily training tasks were pushing them to their limits.

The sun was blazing down in the sky, and even after more than two months of physical training, the master's daily training tasks were pushing them to their limits.

Ning Rongrong had never suffered like this before.

Isn't it just pork stewed in a traditional earthen pot at home, and basic herbal baths from roadside herbal medicine shops?

To be honest, she, the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, had never used such a low-level auxiliary cultivation treatment in Heaven Dou City.

Fortunately, she thought that since the master could teach Tang San so many self-created soul skills, he might have some real skills. In the end, all she did was run with weights and climb mountains with weights.

They call it physical training, and incidentally, it's about fostering team spirit.

Ning Rongrong swore she really wanted to hang the master from a tree and give him a good beating. If it weren't for the Zhuge Crossbow in Tang San's hands, she would have already packed up and left.

The hidden weapons in Tang San's hands were more than ten times more important to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School than the promise of an alliance with Tang Hao.

This concerns the grand plan of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for the next few hundred or even a thousand years, so Ning Rongrong could only restrain her temper and grit her teeth to persevere.

"Rongrong, if you can't hold on any longer, give me the weight." Tang San smiled and held out his hand.

"No need, Third Brother, I can still hold on." Ning Rongrong forced a smile. She was able to persevere entirely because of her sense of responsibility towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The others thought that Ning Rongrong had become stronger after several months of training, and couldn't help but admire her. After all, Ning Rongrong now was completely different from the young lady she had been when she first arrived.

Even Dai Mubai, who initially looked down on Ning Rongrong the most, changed his opinion of her.

With the help of Haotian Douluo and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, they might actually have a chance to beat Davis in this Soul Master Competition.

"Keep going, three laps to go. If you can't take it, give me the stone." Dai Mubai, as the eldest brother, encouraged everyone.

"We are a team, don't give up easily!" Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead and encouraged them with a confident expression.

"Third Brother is right. We still have to participate in the Soul Master Competition to win the championship. How could a mere weighted run possibly defeat us?"

Ma Hongjun had long known that Grandmaster wanted them to participate in the Soul Master Competition. At this time, he was already dreaming of clinging to Tang San's coattails to win the championship, become famous throughout the Heavenly Dou Battle, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life.

However, as soon as she said this, Ning Rongrong couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, breaking her breathing rhythm: "I can't take it anymore, Boss Dai, you can have this stone, I can't take it anymore."

Hey fatso, stop making your sister Rongrong laugh.

Still want to win the championship?

Even Haotian Douluo and that master didn't think of it that way. Only a brothel-goat like you, who didn't see Lu Mingfei that night, would say something like that.