Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

Head-to-head? Just what I want.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Zhao Fan took the initiative to greet him, and his hands turned into claw shapes.

Suddenly, the angle of Xiao Chen's downward thrust moved a little to the side.

In fact, he was hesitating in his heart whether to use all the force of his claws.

After all, he believed that he was a fighting soul master and must be stronger in terms of strength; but his opponent was most likely an auxiliary soul master.

If he accidentally crushes Zhao Fan's palm, the consequences will be very serious.

At the very least, his hands will definitely become useless.

But the speed of the attack was too fast. Before Xiao Chen could figure it out, their hands had already collided.

With a "bang" sound, green light and white light flashed instantly; around the two people, circular shock waves spread in all directions.

Among the crowd, Wang Sheng was unsteady on his feet and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful."

A hand suddenly placed on Xiao Wu's back. She turned around and saw a face that was not handsome, but attractive, appeared in front of her.

"Mistress? Are you here?"

Tang San frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with the title "Xiao San".

But the other party was a girl, and "mistress" was not "mistress"; after thinking for a second, he miraculously accepted the title.

Xiao Wu stood up straight, and Tang San stood beside her.

Seeing the fight between Zhao Fan and Xiao Chen not far away, he couldn't help but nod secretly.

Zhao Fan's strength is indeed not as simple as it appears. Even when facing battle soul masters of the same level, he always maintains a "walking in the courtyard" posture.

Of course, the opponent is indeed weak and he can defeat it easily.

Three minutes later, Zhao Fan approached Xiao Chen again, pushing and sending, followed by a right whip kick and a left hook.

Xiao Chen was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly, his handsome face turned red.

He now realizes that the other party is playing a trick on him.

The remaining sanity in his mind was instantly burned out, and Xiao Chen gathered almost all his soul power into his claws.

A faint green light flickered on the tips of the claws, giving off an impressive thorny glow.

Zhao Fan landed lightly on the ground, his hands behind his back.

He raised his eyelids slightly, pretending to be a peerless expert.

"Young man, your strength is not good enough. I have allowed you to do this, but you can't even inflict any injury on me; ugh, you're rubbish."

When Xiao Chen heard this, his veins suddenly popped out and he grinned.

He landed directly on all fours and attacked Zhao Fan like a real wolf.

The corners of Zhao Fan's mouth raised slightly, feeling extremely happy.

"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, this farce should end."

The next second, Zhao Fan suddenly became hazy; a half black and half white rotating roulette wheel also appeared on the ground.

Then, the roulette wheel began to expand rapidly, and in just one second, the entire space within ten meters around it was dyed black and white.

The world seems to have turned into an ink painting.

Black fish, white birds, ink droplets, and white frost all gathered in front of Zhao Fan; slowly, a black and white writing brush half a meter long appeared.

"One ink, one world, one stroke to transfer the soul, Yin-Yang brush, the first soul skill! Give up the military and follow the brush!"

As soon as Zhao Fan finished speaking, a stream of black and white light shot straight towards Xiao Chen.

No matter how Xiao Chen tried to stop him, it was of no avail.

As the stream of light entered his body, Xiao Chen was in a daze. The wolf claws and wolf ears on his body disappeared one after another; his straight buttocks were raised high, and the whole person was still on all fours.

What happened was so dreamy that the senior students were stunned for a while, and then immediately moved forward to take Xiao Chen back.

Zhao Fan chuckled, the Yin Yang brush disappeared, and the surrounding ink world returned to its original state.

"Brother Zhao, is this your number one soul skill? It's really amazing!"

"Yes, I really didn't expect that, Brother Zhao, you are also a soul master."

Everyone in Qishe gathered around Zhao Fan, their faces full of shock and joy.

After this victory, the senior students may no longer dare to bully their work-study students.

Zhao Fan smiled and pushed aside the crowd, coming to Tang San who was still in a daze.

Xiao Wu stayed with Tang San.

"How is it? Is it done?"

Tang San came back to his senses and glanced with some nostalgia at the place where the ink world had just appeared.

"Well, it's done."

"That's good."

Wang Sheng and others behind him looked confused. What exactly was this "thing"?

Although they were full of doubts, no one answered them.

Zhao Fan chuckled and hooked Tang San's shoulders, turned around and walked towards the academy.

"Let's go, we have classes in the morning."

"The bet?"

"What? Aren't you afraid of needle eyes? No, you don't want to see the two of them..."

"Get out! I don't want to see it."

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【Daily tasks! 】

[Please look back at the beautiful memories of your past life, and then think about every bit of this life; play pranks on your gay friends! Give him a little surprise! 】

[Limited time, no deadline; as long as there is a surprise. 】

[Mission reward, a revolver. (What is soul power? This is much more useful than soul rings)]

[Note that pistols can only be used by the owner and can only exist in the hands of the user. 】

.........

Notting City is a small city in the southwest corner of the Tiandou Empire.

Although the city is small, the happiness of its citizens is not low.

On this day, it was cloudless and the wind was gentle and sunny.

Tang San, who had just left the master, wore a "beaded belt" around his waist and walked towards the Nordin Martial Spirit Branch Hall with light steps.

He is in a very happy mood now, because he will soon be able to use the Golden Soul Coin from Wuhun Palace for free.

Ten minutes later, Tang San arrived in front of a huge palace.

Climbing up the stairs, he arrived at his destination.

Everything went smoothly. The warrant was taken out and the door was opened. Once inside, I was shocked by the magnificent scenery inside.

The twenty-meter-high dome, colorful paintings and murals, huge crystal windows, golden walls and floors all stimulated his nerves.

"Huh? Is there no one?"

Tang San was a little confused, but the guard was talking about the reception hall, and it probably wasn't the same here.

He walked along the spacious golden avenue and slowly, intermittent screams suddenly came to his ears.

Tang San stopped, calmed down and listened carefully.

The sound was a little louder and getting clearer.

"No! No! Stop moving, please stop moving! I can't stand it anymore!"

"Ah! It hurts! It's broken! It's going to break!"

"Tang San! Tang San! Come and save me! Come and save me!"

"........."

Tang San's expression changed instantly.

Zhao Fan? ! He was killed!

Tang San didn't have time to think too much and immediately ran towards the direction where the sound came from.

On both sides, murals praising Wuhun Palace flashed past; he put on his spare sleeve pin on his right hand, and his soul power quietly activated.

Zhao Fan's voice got closer and closer, and the screams became more and more heartbreaking.

Tang San was almost dying of anxiety, but now that Ghost Shadow and Shadow had been used, there was no way he could increase his speed.

Suddenly, his body paused and his pupils instantly dilated.

On the ground not far away, a pool of red liquid had become viscous; a six-year-old child's arm was soaked in the liquid, and blood was still flowing from the fracture.