Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Blade, what is your fourth soul ability?" Flender looked at Daofeng with his sharp eyes.

Dao Feng smiled and said, "Let me be a fool."

His eyes were on Tang San.

Flender nodded.

Tang San's situation is not optimistic, not to mention that the impact of the spirit ring's attached spirit power on his body is almost due to his physical collapse, even the mere invasion of the soul's remnants may kill him.

To say that the one who is most worried is no different from the master, Xiao Wu.

But Dao Feng still felt that he couldn't die, a strange intuition.

Tang San's mental power was not bad in Dao Feng's opinion, but his control over mental power was too low, otherwise he would be beaten back and forth in his own soul space.

But it is no wonder that he has not received professional training and development after all.

Xiao Wu was already crying anxiously, and everyone was very anxious.

Dao Feng thought: If you really reached the limit and haven't saved yourself, then let's do it.

This is suffering, but also an opportunity—an opportunity to peep into the power of the soul level!

I don't know if Tang San can grasp it.

Blade had some expectations.

Ning Rongrong looked at Dao Feng touching his chin with great interest and looking at Tang San, he couldn't help but be exasperated, this heartless guy!

Wait quietly.

When seeing Tang San's skin start to ooze blood, Tang controlled it.

A huge crypt demon pig was approaching him step by step from the silk thread, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Dao Feng said lightly in his heart: Is this the limit?

The concentration of spiritual power between the brows...

"Brother!!" Rabbit Jing rushed over and hugged Tang San's body, crying.

Um?reverse?

The blade retracted the condensed mental power.

"Xiao Wu, I'm fine."

Looking at the two hugging each other...one person and one rabbit, Dao Feng felt a little pity, after all, he hadn't seen the power of the soul level.

After Tang San coaxed Xiao Wu to tell the master that he was safe, Dao Feng smiled and said: "Congratulations, Xiao San, you have recovered a little life on the verge of death."

Tang San smiled wryly, indeed.

"It's impossible to die, it's really enviable!" Dao Feng looked up at the dark green poisonous mist at [-] degrees.

Ning Rongrong knocked him on the head and said angrily: "Are you still expecting third brother to fail? Huh?"

Dao Feng ignored her, came to Tang San and squatted down, and said to Xiao Wu who was still lying in Tang San's arms: "Sister Xiao Wu, you can hug her enough later, now let me help Xiao San recuperate. "

It was only then that Xiao Wu realized that the posture of the two of them was really inappropriate, she quickly jumped up, her little face blushed all over with wet tears, she hurriedly covered her little face and walked to Ning Rongrong's side.

"Dao Feng, this myself..." Tang San looked at Dao Feng with some difficulty and said.

Dao Feng waved his hand: "Okay, okay, do you think I want to touch you? Look at your dirty hands?"

He grabbed Tang San's hand and said in disgust.

"Then you still..."

"Remember when you helped me connect my palm bones in the Rose Hotel? I hate being in debt to others, understand?" Dao Feng poked Tang San's face and said.

Tang San felt so ashamed, so he could only nod hastily.

Only then did Dao Feng nodded in satisfaction: "Give me the other hand."

After grabbing Tang San's hands, soul power flowed into Tang San's body from Dao Feng's body through the palm of his hand to adjust his muscle texture, visceral position, damaged blood vessels, etc.

This kind of subtle and precise manipulation of a large area surprised Tang San deeply.

Looking at the two smelly men holding hands in the arena, Ning Rongrong whispered in Xiao Wu's ear: "Xiao Wu, what happened to the Rose Tavern that the third brother mentioned?"

Of course she knew what the Rose Tavern was, after all it was a very famous love hotel in the Heaven Dou Empire.

How could he go to such a place?

Most importantly—who did he go with? !

Xiao Wu whispered in his ear what happened at that time.

When he learned that Dao Feng was alone, Ning Rongrong curled his lips in disdain: "Going to a love hotel alone, this guy really has a thick skin."

I let out a long breath in my heart, it's okay.

At that time, Dai Mubai was inevitably mentioned here.

After Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Dai Mubai indifferently, he didn't move any more, but his heart dropped when he heard that Dao Feng was alone.

Is there a time when he's that depressed?