Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

Seven Houses.

Dark night has fallen, and now is the training time for soul masters and future soul masters.

In Douluo Continent, a large number of soul masters don't sleep much at night and directly use meditation to replace sleep.

When it comes to the next morning, you will feel more energetic.

On a bed in the middle of the left side of the room, Zhao Fan had his legs crossed and his fingers pointing upward, slowly performing the Xuantian Kung Fu.

Within the body, wisps of blue air circulate around the meridians.

On the bed to his right, a small and slender figure was lying on his side and resting.

suddenly.

"squeak~"

The dormitory door was opened. Although the visitor had tried to be careful, the sound was still so harsh in the silent environment.

Wang Sheng frowned slightly, flattened his mouth, and then covered his head completely in the quilt.

Xiao Wu, who was sleeping next to Zhao Fan, stood up instantly.

Zhao Fan also opened his eyes and stopped meditating.

He looked at Tang San who was getting closer and closer, and pointed at the bed on Xiao Wu's right.

"Your bed is over there. Go to sleep. There will be an opening ceremony tomorrow."

Tang San looked over and nodded.

"understood."

"Xiao Wu, I have to follow the teacher to get the soul ring tomorrow, so I won't be able to go to the opening ceremony; and I may not be able to come back tomorrow night."

Xiao Wu didn't reply.

She immediately turned around and lay on the bed, tightly wrapped in quilt, facing Zhao Fan.

Tang San looked towards Zhao Fan, but only saw a strange smile.

He sighed helplessly and walked towards his bed.

.........

Time passed quickly, and soon, Tang San took the master back to the academy.

However, the master seemed to be seriously injured, his face was pale, his legs were weak, and he was weak in speech.

When Tang San took care of everything and returned to Qisha, the dormitory was empty.

He hurriedly ran downstairs to the dormitory.

After getting directions from students passing by, he quickly ran towards the hill behind the college.

At this time, in a forest on the mountain behind the college, two groups of people were fighting with swords.

Xiao Wu stood at the front of the Qishe people, staring closely at the senior students opposite.

There were more than twenty people on the other side, and they were all seniors. Even Xiao Wu felt unsure.

At the back of the group of seven people, Zhao Fan breathed out in boredom; looking at the group of eleven or twelve-year-old kids in front of him, he had no energy at all.

"Brother Zhao, cheer up. There are more than twenty people on the opposite side. Without you, it would be difficult for us to win."

On the side, Wang Sheng turned back to look at him. Although his face was a little anxious, he was not panicked.

The last time Zhao Fan took the initiative, not only did he give himself a break, but they also regained their courage to fight.

Since the opponent won't let you go, then fight!

"Zhao Fan! Get out of here! How dare you attack me last time?! This time, we're one-on-one!"

"Zhao Fan! You coward! Get out of here!"

Zhao Fan frowned slightly and felt a little angry.

He pushed aside the crowd, passed by Xiao Wu, and stood at the front.

Looking at Xiao Chen opposite, there was no ripple in his eyes.

"Zhao Fan, I am the boss of Qishe, let me go first."

"Go back, you girl, what can you do?"

Zhao Fan said softly.

Xiao Wu bit her red lips gently and looked at Wang Sheng behind her; then she stamped her feet and walked back angrily.

Xiao Chen's head was still wrapped with a bandage. He covered the back of his head with a ferocious look on his face.

"Zhao Fan, don't say that I, Xiao Chen, am invincible; in this case, don't you have ten people? We will also have ten people here, who will take turns to appear. If the person who appears wins, he can fight with the next person until Until everyone on one side falls."

"As for the consequences of losing, I want you to kneel down and kowtow."

The expressions of the two parties changed one after another, and they were obviously very surprised to "kneel down and kowtow".

A person behind Xiao Chen walked up to him and whispered something.

The next second, he was kicked four or five meters away by Xiao Chen.

Several senior students quickly helped him up and checked his injuries.

It's so serious that the person has fallen into a coma.

But Xiao Chen had no other thoughts at this moment except revenge. Looking at Zhao Fan's face across from him, the anger in his heart couldn't stop rising.

After hearing this, Zhao Fan nodded noncommittally.

"But, what if you lose? Wouldn't it be unfair if only one party was punished?"

"If I lose, I will kneel down and kowtow to you!"

Zhao Fan raised his right hand and waved it, with an evil smile on his lips.

"No, no, no, just kneel down and kowtow. Wait, let me think about it..."

"Oh, yes, otherwise, just kiss the accomplice next to you; please note, it must be mouth to mouth."

Zhao Fan's words were shocking, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

Behind her, Xiao Wu covered her mouth with a look of disbelief; however, there was some strange light in her eyes.

"Boss, this..."

"What is this?! Do you think we will lose?!"

"Zhao Fan, I promise you! Come on, I will beat you to a pulp!"

Xiao Chen was the first to stand up, pointing his right hand directly at Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan chuckled and stepped forward.

The summer wind blows, and the fallen leaves gather into a spiral in mid-air; then they return to the earth in the next summer wind.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath, his hands turned into claws, and his face was serious.

"Xiao Chen, sixth-year student, martial soul, wolf. Eleventh-level, first-level combat soul master."

As he spoke, a green light emerged from between his eyebrows, and then spread throughout his body; his eyes gradually turned into green vertical pupils, his arms were raised a little, his nails became sharp and long, and his body instantly doubled in size.

Finally, a white soul ring rose from beneath his feet, indicating that he was possessed by a martial soul.

Zhao Fan knew the rules of repaying martial souls, and it seemed to be to show respect for his opponent; if he did not retaliate, the other party would most likely become his mortal enemy.

Zhao Fan had a headache and was speechless. I really don't know what the previous soul masters thought. How could any of them have reported their abilities before the fight?

"Zhao Fan, first-year student, martial soul, Yin-Yang pen. First-ring weapon soul master."

When he heard that Zhao Fan's martial spirit was a pen, Xiao Chen smiled, and the previous nervousness disappeared.

What can a pen do? Write?

But the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened.

I saw a yellow soul ring rising from Zhao Fan's feet; around the soul ring, there were actually light yellow flames burning.

"A hundred-year soul ring?! You actually have a hundred-year soul ring?!"

Xiao Chen suddenly took a breath.

He felt a little regretful in his heart. Perhaps, he should not have troubled Zhao Fan, but endured it.

But it's too late now. The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

He has offended Zhao Fan, and even if he takes the initiative to give in, it will not help; he might as well vent his anger for his own sake!

Xiao Chen's expression turned fierce and he rushed towards Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan could clearly feel that the opponent's soul power was oppressing him within three meters around him.

Look at his offensive again, an attack with absolute power, no skills at all, just a pure competition of strength.