I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 37 37. Being played badly

Dang——

The competition bell rang for the sixth time, and there was one minute left.

The fair duel in the center of the battlefield continued, with punches and kicks.

The tens of thousands of spectators around were shocked and fell into a long silence.

"What kind of ability is this?"

Finally, someone murmured.

"Did Xia Feng just say "Optimize?"

"It looks like a temporary strengthening of the copied spiritual weapon. Good guy, I'm so good, I suddenly want him to copy my spiritual weapon."

"Ah? Doesn't your spiritual weapon also have basic intelligence?" The person next to him looked weird and suspicious, "You don't have any special hobbies, do you?"

The man's face changed drastically, "Don't talk nonsense, I just want to know what my spiritual weapon looks like after it is strengthened! Really!"

".Okay, okay, I believe you."

"But then again, copy and optimize? These are two skills, right?"

"It seems to be right. Only spiritual weapons of B level and above have two skills, either A or B, it depends on how big its ability limit is. I think it is most likely A! "

"A or B, is it true or not?"

"Then what else, in my opinion, the level of a spiritual weapon with the ability to copy cannot be low. If it has more restrictions, it is at least B-level. Tsk~ It's really enviable. "

Zhao Jie stood in front of the window, his gray eyes flashing, and he tilted his head to look at Panda with a solemn expression: "Little Fatty, it seems that you have misjudged again."

"If Yan Xujia loses, will you really let him go to Southern Xinjiang?"

Panda pursed his lips and looked at the statue of the Fair Star God holding a scale in the distance. Under the gaze of the Fair Star God, no one dared to violate the contract, even if they were believers of the Black Moon Goddess.

Originally, Xia Feng should have been allowed to go to Southern Xinjiang.

However, he never thought that Yan Xujia would actually lose?!

Panda secretly clenched his fists, but on second thought, he felt that it was not a big problem.

After all, his primary goal - attracting Xia Feng's hatred and diluting the bond line - has been achieved. When the master comes out of seclusion, he will be able to give the master a surprise.

"As for Yan Xujia, let this idiot go to Southern Xinjiang. Anyway, it's not me who's going there." Panda sneered in his heart.

"Ding——"

At this moment, a special reminder sounded on the phone, and Panda turned his head.

Yin has been sitting on the sofa happily drinking milk tea, not caring about the game. At this time, he looked at his phone and looked up and said seriously: "The master has come out of seclusion."

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Seeing that Xia Feng turned the situation around with strange means, Freya's beautiful eyes were gentle, and she nodded with satisfaction. She tilted her head and smiled softly: "Master Chen, look again now, who will win?"

Chen Xingdao did not speak, but just stared at Xia Feng in the center of the battlefield with his hands behind his back. After three seconds of silence, he suddenly said solemnly, with a melodious tone:

"This boy has the potential to be an emperor!"

"." Freya has long been accustomed to Chen Xingdao's strange speaking habits. Although she doesn't understand, she can still roughly understand his compliment.

Sure enough, my vision is not wrong. Freya was excited, and her desire to accept Xia Feng as her apprentice rose again!

Such a young genius, if she was trained by her own hands to become a big boss, it would be exciting to think about it!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly found that Chen Xingdao beside her was gone.

Freya looked back in confusion: "Master Chen, where are you going?"

Chen Xingdao opened the door and turned back to explain seriously: "I have to say that I suddenly found that Xia Feng and I are very destined!"

Freya's beautiful eyes opened wide.

"So, I decided to make an exception and accept this boy as my apprentice!"

"?!!!" Freya opened her rosy little mouth, and when she reacted, Master Chen had already waved his hand and left.

"Master Chen, stop right there!" Freya's eyelids twitched, and she was rarely angry, and hurriedly chased after him.

When——

The race bell rang for the seventh time, which was the countdown to the game with only 20 seconds left.

Xia Feng took the Pingshan pocket watch hanging on Yan Xujia's collar in the chaos. As he was surrounded by ten wooden soldiers, no one saw it.

Then he stepped aside and watched the fair duel between ten people and one person in front of him. He stroked his chin and nodded with satisfaction. He liked the feeling of this duel.

It was easy and fair, and he didn't have to do it himself. Well, it was very suitable for a salted fish youth like him who pursued peace.

"Master~ Master~"

Selina's low and soft trembling voice echoed in his ears. Xia Feng thought about it, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said again in his heart: "Optimize."

"Eh~ Uh~~~~~" Selina, who gave birth to anthropomorphic emotions, issued a mechanical Boeing again and shouted: "No-don't!!!"

[Optimizing--]

[Second optimization failed-wood will be broken 19%]

Xia Feng frowned. Although the optimization failed, Selina's emotional changes became more and more rich, and her voice became more and more layered, more like a real person.

He activated the skill again: "Optimize!"

[Optimizing——]

[The third optimization failed——61% of the wood will be broken]

"Is it really not working?" Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He thought that he could upgrade the quality again after upgrading the quality like forging equipment.

However, it seems that it can only be optimized once. Further optimization will damage the spiritual weapon itself.

But he still didn't believe it.

"Optimize!"

"No——Wait, wait a minute~~~Master! Save me~~~~"

Yan Xuga vaguely heard Serena's soft, trembling voice, and he felt sad. How could things develop to this point? Offal! summer! maple! ! I'm going to kill you bastard! ! !

[Optimizing——]

[The fourth optimization failure - 99% of the wood will be broken]

"Master, Master~ I'm sorry, Serena was messed up~" Honkai's intermittent trembling became weaker and weaker. Yan Xuga listened to his heart twitching, and his consciousness gradually collapsed. Damn it, damn it, what? It would be like this. In his daze, he suddenly felt a trace of regret. If he had known it, if he had known it, he would not have provoked it.

"Bang!!!!"

Xia Feng was about to optimize for the fifth time, but Serena couldn't bear the number of times and collapsed.

The wooden armor covering his whole body exploded like an explosion, turning into sawdust in the fierce fire and completely disappearing from this world.

Serena is ‘dead’.

Xia Feng was slightly injured as a result.

The audience outside the venue was shocked, but not too surprised. B-level and A-level spiritual weapons have more or less side effects and limitations. For example, there is no such thing as the sudden uncontrollable ability of the spiritual weapon to explode. few.

This time, Yan Xujia lost both his wife and his troops. He failed to win the game and was sent to southern Xinjiang. He also lost a wooden general with basic intelligence.

when--

The racing bell rings for the eighth time.

"The game is over." A referee appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, and with his soft voice, a powerful spiritual pressure spread out.

Xia Feng and Mu Bing were both unable to move.

The referee came to the side of the unconscious Yan Xuga, sniffed, rolled his eyelids, nodded and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "The winner of this duel is Xia Feng!"

After a second of silence, the audience burst into thunderous applause. The waves of cheers were mixed with the screams of boys and girls, "Xia Feng, I will give birth to a monkey for you."

Although the result was very unexpected, this wonderful battle really satisfied the emotions of the audience. In short, they became fans of Xia Fenglu.

However, there were also a small number of spectators who sat blankly in their seats with expressionless faces.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have put all my money on Yan Xuga! Mader, I lost all my underwear!" Someone said in despair.

"The odds are 100 times! Xia Feng will win if you throw a little bit."

"It's a pity that if there were no ifs, the chance of getting rich overnight would be gone! Damn it!"

"Oh no, A Lin, did you say before that you bet ten yuan on Xia Feng to win?"

"Yeah, hehe~ One hundred times ten yuan, one thousand empire coins!" The boy burst into laughter, "It's so cool, I got 648 yuan at a time!"

"Dad, there are three hundred left."

"My treat!"

"Dad Lin is mighty!"

"Oh my god! Look in the group, someone said that if Xia Feng wins, he will eat shit live!" Someone suddenly exclaimed and stood up.

"Huh? So he is now"

"Yes! He said that he has no merits as a human being, and his only merit is integrity, so he broadcast live in the toilet-"

"Don't! Don't say it, I feel sick!"

The crowd was noisy, and Xia Feng showed an awkward but polite smile amidst the screams and cheers, bowed and left quickly.

"Boy, stop."

As soon as he walked out of the exit passage, Xia Feng was blocked by a strange man wearing a gray Taoist priest uniform.

With his aquiline nose, slanted eyes, and thin cheekbones, coupled with his inexplicably pale face under the dim light, he looked like an evil villain in novels who likes to make weird laughs.

Xia Feng took a cautious step back.

Daochang Chen had no idea how much people were wary of his image. He grinned with a scary smile: "Young man, do you long for power?"

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Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he shook his head quickly: "I'm not thirsty, leave!"

With that said, he took a detour and left.

Daochang Chen frowned slightly. Could it be that his smile was not sincere enough? While thinking, he raised his hands and raised the corners of his mouth, smiling horribly.

"Perfect!" After getting ready again, he turned around and walked quickly to Xia Feng. As he walked, he said in a deep voice: "Young man, I have amazing bones in this Taoist temple. You have the talent of a natural swordsman. Why don't you follow me, the old Taoist, to practice swordsmanship and spiritual clothing?"

You are a bitch, and your whole family is a bitch! Xia Feng glanced, "Who are you?"

"Oh yes, this is the business card——"

A black business card was handed over.

Xia Feng glanced at it, and it read clearly——

[The Seventh Team of the Imperial Holy Ministry-Captain Chen Xingdao]

[Honorary Professor of Sword Spirituality at Imperial Weiyang College]

[President of Sunflower Sword Style Research Association]

[Contact number: 139******]

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Although Xia Feng didn't understand what the Sunflower Sword Style was, the first two names were quite powerful.

Not only a beast, but also a captain-level figure? It seems to be on the same level as Teacher Fu? Xia Feng stopped on the trail: "What do you mean, do you want to accept me as your disciple?"

"Exactly, I just watched your game. The released spirit clothing is perfect in both the starting position and the spirit structure. The basic skills in fighting are also very solid. It is very suitable for learning the difficult swordsmanship spirit clothing! How about it? Xia Feng, I am still a professor of sword spirit, follow me——"

"reject."

Before Chen Xingdao finished speaking, a bright boring sword suddenly lay across the side of his neck. A mature female voice exuding a terrifying aura said displeasedly and coldly from behind him: "Old Chen, are you trying to steal your apprentice from me?"

Xia Feng was shocked. He was facing Chen Xingdao, but he didn't notice a red-haired woman appearing behind Chen Xingdao.

He took a closer look and realized that this person was Freya.

However, Freya's expression at this moment was completely gone from her usual gentleness. Her loose martial arts uniform was windless and automatic. The moment the terrifying spiritual pressure unfolded, Xia Feng seemed to see a sky-covering tigress looking down at all living beings with indifferent eyes.

Chen Xingdao's body stiffened for a moment, his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "So it turns out that the apprentice the Sword Demon mentioned before was Xia Feng?"

"That's right." Freya said confidently.

"Eh? Wait! Teacher Fu, I haven't agreed to be your apprentice yet!" Xia Feng said quickly.

Freya's face stiffened.

Chen Xingdao's eyes suddenly lit up, he calmly opened the blade with his fingers, turned around and said, "It turns out it was just the sword demon's wishful thinking, that's easy to explain."

"." Freya narrowed her beautiful eyes, but seemed to suddenly remember something, and slowly put down the knife without stopping.

"Little friend Xia Feng, I will soon be a fourth-level spiritual master, and Captain Fu will still have to linger at the third level for a long time. It is obvious who to choose as the master, right?"

"Ah?" Xia Feng glanced at the big knife on the side of Chen Xingdao's neck in surprise, then why do you look like you don't dare to fight Teacher Fu?

"How about it, little friend Xia Feng, would you like to join my Sunflower Sword Sect?"

"Sunflower Sword Gate?" Xia Feng looked confused.

"Exactly!" Daochang Chen looked seriously and said confidently, "The B-level spirit clothing Sunflower Sword Style has the ability to dispel evil and evil. Its power is even comparable to many A-level spirit clothing. Moreover, we have also vaguely discovered how to improve it into The method of A-level spiritual clothing is now only one step away from the beginning, but I don’t know where the mistake went. Well, it’s a long way to go~”

With a slightly feminine look, his eyes were serious and a little hopeful, "How about it? Before learning this method, you only need to cut off two ounces of meat from your crotch. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to carry forward this method." Light--"

"Pfft~" Freya stood aside and listened silently. When she heard this, she really didn't hold back and laughed softly.

Daochang Chen frowned, tilted his head and sneered: "Sword Demon, why are you laughing? Do you think little friend Xia Feng is a vulgar person like you?"

Xia Feng: "."

Freya ignored Chen Xingdao and just looked at Xia Feng gently with her beautiful eyes raised at the corners of her lips: "What do you think, Xiaoxia? Do you want to learn the sword from him or from Teacher Fu?"

Daochang Chen also turned his head, looking forward to it.

Sorry, I'm a layman. Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly and he cupped his hands towards the man in Taoist robes: "Ahem~ Taoist Master Chen, to tell you the truth, the student's biggest dream is to marry a beautiful wife."

Hearing this, Chen Xingdao frowned and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He originally thought that such a genius would be a fellow believer who wholeheartedly pursues the Tao, but he didn't expect that he would still be burdened by the filth of this world.

He doesn't understand, what's so good about sleeping with a woman?

Did you sleep well with Jianjian? The sword is his sword. He usually likes to sleep with the sword in his arms. Isn't this more interesting than women?

"So, you agree to become my disciple?" Freya smiled slightly.