Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Meng Xingchen suppressed the shock in his heart, straightened his face, and said solemnly to Daofeng.

Daofeng smiled: "Of course I have considered this? After all, it is no fun to be frozen into a popsicle."

"But as long as you condense your soul power on the body surface like you did before? Wouldn't it be enough to block the heat loss?"

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback when he heard the words, is this the reason why Senior Meng is not afraid of the severe cold?

It's too simple, isn't it? !

In my case, it might be possible...

Meng Xingchen glanced at Dao Feng contemptuously: "Boy Dao, it's not that the old man underestimated you."

"Although your talent is not bad, your brain is still quite clever? The principle of this method is indeed simple, but can you do it?"

"You know the old man was..."

Meng Xingchen's breathing was stagnant? His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost? It was full of disbelief.

This, this, this, this...

"Master? Isn't that so? It's really simple." Dao Feng clenched his fist and smiled at Meng Xingchen.

His hands are wrapped in a milky white soul power condensed into a substance? It emits a dreamy milky white halo.

Dao Feng, who was admiring his beautiful hand, remembered something, and looked at Meng Xingchen, who was absent-minded.

"By the way, what happened to you, old man?"

"No, nothing."

"But you kid, don't get carried away. These are just simple tricks, and they won't make it to the stage."

Meng Xingchen preached to Daofeng with a straight face.

"You're right." Dao Feng accepted the instruction with a smile.

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The soul power in Zhu Zhuqing's hands dissipated again.

She felt that she was so useless, the villain obviously did it easily, but she couldn't do it after trying several times.

As soon as the soul power was released, it began to dissipate before she could condense it.

From the perspective of Senior Meng, this shouldn't be difficult.

Sure enough, she was so useless! ??o·(????????????)?o·?

"However, even if you are like this, you will still have a narrow escape from death in the extreme cold hell!" Meng Xingchen said lightly.

"You always go on."

"Let's not talk about anything else, you can't maintain the hidden state just now, can you?"

"It's natural, but it's not bad for life-saving at critical moments."

"Okay, this barely counts as your qualification, but how long is your soul power enough to maintain your soul protection? Don't tell me that you don't need to consume soul power."

"Well, normally, if one side recovers and there is no other situation that consumes the soul power, it should be able to last for a month." Dao Feng frowned with his fingers and roughly calculated the time.

"One, one what?!"

"Choo Choo Choo?!"

One, one what? !

Meng Xingchen couldn't speak well, so how could he have time to care about this little thing with tongues!

a month? !

What international joke are you making about Douluo Dalu? !

It is a miracle that the little soul sect survived for two hours with soul power!

However, Meteor in the blade soul guide was not surprised.

Even if it is a strong man in the sky in Pingyang, he can't be measured by the standards of this barren land!

Although the blade's control over the body and soul power is so strong...

"One month, what's the matter?" Dao Feng looked at Meng Xingchen suspiciously.

Is this old man so useless that he can't even hear his words clearly?

very pitiful.

"No, nothing." Meng Xingchen forced himself to be calm.

His heart was hit three times in a short time.

For the first time, Meng Xingchen felt what it meant to compare goods with others, and to compare people with others.

This is not fair!

"Well, although a month is a bit short, I don't think it will take too long for what I want to do, and I have a second hand, so it's not a problem to quickly replenish my soul power."

"What about encountering an overlord-level soul beast like the Ice Phoenix?"