Douluo: My martial spirit is Xuanyuan Xia Yujian

The next day, the ninth round of the Soul Master Competition started as scheduled.

There is still some time before the start of the game, but the stadium is already full. The audience and major colleges are all eagerly waiting for the first collision between two strong teams since the start of the game.

In addition to the audience supporting their favorite or optimistic teams, the major colleges are all looking forward to the two teams losing. If Meng Yiran and Zhang Wei are unable to play again, it will be great news for them.

Of course, there are also many people who are worried about the girls of Royal Dou Sentai, and even speculate whether Royal Dou Sentai will give up and admit defeat.

After all, Zhang Wei's soul skills are too intimidating to girls. Even if there is a soul king in the Imperial Fighter Team, there is no guarantee that no one will fall for it.

Everyone in the Imperial Fighting Team is stunningly beautiful and comes from a good background. How can these arrogant and proud women of heaven stand this? No matter who is accidentally tricked, it will definitely leave a lifelong psychological shadow.

At the VIP table, Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Salas also arrived early and paid the highest degree of attention to this crucial game.

Emperor Xue Ye's face was a little solemn. His daughter was also on the field, and she was the weakest one in the team. If the majestic imperial princess suffered a humiliating injury, not only would Xue Ke be embarrassed from now on, but the Tiandou royal family would also be Losing face.

He could not accept both of these results. Xue Ke was now the hope of the Tiandou royal family and there must be no room for mistakes.

He looked at Ning Fengzhi uneasily, "Sect Master Ning, what do you think of this battle?"

Everyone pricked up their ears, and Ning Fengzhi said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, there will be no surprises in the outcome. The Imperial Fighter Team will definitely win a beautiful victory."

Emperor Xueye felt a little at ease and asked, "Will no one get hurt?"

Ning Fengzhi said: "Absolutely not. Your Majesty, with the strength of the Imperial Fighting Team, you will not give Zhang Wei a chance to act cruelly."

Emperor Xue Ye finally showed a smile, "That's good."

Salas snorted coldly and said with a strange tone: "Sect Master Ning has full confidence in the Imperial Fighting Team. A team with a Soul King may be able to defeat the Shrek Team, but I'm afraid it can't guarantee that the teammates will not be harmed, right? Especially Princess Xueke, Caihunzun is so powerful that he may not be able to block Zhang Wei’s attack.”

Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly: "How come Sir Salas knows that there is only one soul king in the Imperial Fighting Team? You will have to wait and see whether His Highness Xue Ke can stop Zhang Wei."

A hint of coldness flashed in Salas's eyes, and his expression darkened.

In the stands of the participating colleges, Feng Xiaotian ran up to Huo Wu with a flattering look on his face, "Sister Huo Wu, who do you want to win?"

Huo Wu glanced at Feng Xiaotian and said coldly: "Call me Huo Wu, we are not that familiar."

Feng Xiaotian nodded and said, "Okay, Huo Wu, who do you want to win?"

Huo Wu said calmly: "Nonsense, of course I hope Huang Dou Team wins. That Zhang Wei is disgusting enough. It would be great if Huang Dou Team can teach her a lesson."

Feng Xiaotian chuckled: "I'm afraid that Huang Dou Team won't dare to play. Tianshui Academy has decided to abstain from facing Shrek Academy. Huang Dou Team is also an all-female student body. Do they dare to play? As long as they play, with Zhang Wei's strength , the probability of someone being tricked is as high as 90%. Even if they are not afraid of losing face in public, will the man behind them agree? "

Huo Wu frowned and said impatiently: "What do you want to say?"

Feng Xiaotian said: "Huo Wu, I know you are also afraid of Shrek Academy. Don't worry, I will defeat Shrek Academy to vent your anger. You are afraid of them, but I am not afraid of them. I..."

Huo Wu said: "Are you looking down on me? Why should I vent my anger?"

"Huo Wu, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that. I just care about you,"

"Smug."

At this time, it's game time.

"The game begins, please enter the first group of ten teams."

As the referee's voice fell, the ten teams came out of their respective lounges, and Feng Xiaotian trotted to stop the Shrek team.

"You must win, don't let me look down on you."

Feng Xiaotian hit a snag with Huo Wu, and was feeling angry when he saw Tang San and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Tang San said: "Who are you?"

"I am Feng Xiaotian, captain of Shenfeng Academy."

"Do you also have a grudge against the Imperial Fighter Team?"

Feng Xiaotian smiled and said: "No hatred, I just can't stand their self-righteousness. Is the Soul King great? If I wanted to, I would have been the Soul King long ago."

Tang San glanced at him, noncommittal, and said calmly: "We will defeat the Huangdou Team, please get out of the way first."

Feng Xiaotian chuckled, turned around and left. When passing by the Imperial Battle Team, Meng Yiran said: "Feng Xiaotian, you seem to look down on me, right?"

Feng Xiaotian said: "The arena is a stage for men, so women shouldn't come out to steal the limelight. I know you, you just cultivated to Soul Master two years ago, and now you are Soul King. Xiancao is really a good thing, with Xiancao Pig They can all take off. But what I want to say is that real geniuses never bother to rely on external forces. I probably know why the man behind you became the Soul Emperor at the age of seventeen. Hehe, he is so famous. Head. Haha, to be honest, I’m disappointed.”

Meng Yiran said angrily: "Feng Xiaotian, who are you scolding? Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense? Wait until you become the Soul King and the Soul Emperor before you talk nonsense. Some people are not qualified for you to evaluate. Don't let your anger go to the family. It invites disaster.”

Feng Xiaotian sneered: "I have a mouth, and I can say whatever I want. Why, is this a threat? How can you stop everyone's mouth? Even His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope are not as domineering as you. "

Zhu Zhuyun said: "Okay, Yiran, what should you say to a guy who is blinded by jealousy?"

Zhu Zhuqing also made a rare addition: "It's just sour grapes if you can't eat them. Power is power, regardless of the source, as long as it is easy to use. If you are angry, just teach him a lesson later in the game."

"Hmph, just wait. I hope your strength matches your spirit and you don't get too scared to play."

Meng Yiran glanced at Feng Xiaotian coldly, then turned and walked towards the ring.

"Feng Xiaotian, you said that people rely on external forces to improve their strength, so does absorbing soul bones count as relying on external forces?"

Huo Wu looked on with cold eyes and said with a half-smile.

"Of course that doesn't count. Soul bones are one of the ways for soul masters to improve their strength. This is two different things from taking fairy grass."

"It's obviously the same thing. You're just jealous. Zhu Zhuyun is right. If you can't eat the grapes, you'll say the grapes are sour."

Feng Xiaotian's face turned ugly, "Am I jealous of them? Are you mistaken? A group of pseudo-geniuses who rely on external forces to improve themselves. Even if their soul power is higher than mine, what's the point? The strength of strength is never just about the level of soul power. Otherwise, if everyone just competes with each other to determine the winner, what else is there to do?”

Huo Wu smiled and said: "Feng Xiaotian, I appreciate your arrogance. Haven't you been pursuing me? Okay, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can defeat the man behind the Royal Dou Team, I will agree to date you. . Since you look down on him and think that his strength is improved by external forces, you must think that you are stronger than him. In the soul master world, the strong are respected. If you can't even surpass the people you look down on, then who are you? I don’t know that the so-called clown is not qualified to pursue me.”

Feng Xiaotian perked up. This was the first time Huo Wu personally admitted that he admired him. He even began to fantasize about their married life.

"Sister Huowu, this is what you said. Xuanyuan Qingli is just a soul emperor. I just focused on creating my own soul skills before. As long as I am willing to use all my energy on cultivation, in five years I can become the Soul Emperor within a few years. If you give me five years, I will definitely defeat him!"

"Then I'll wait for your good news. Since you agreed to the five-year agreement, don't pester me again before you complete our agreement. Talking without words will only make me look down on you."

Huo Wu smiled with a smile on his face, but secretly cursed a fool in his heart, "Don't you think others will make progress if you make progress?" Even if you are lucky enough to become the Soul Emperor in five years, will they still be waiting for you in the Soul Emperor realm?

You don’t really think that someone who became the Soul Emperor at the age of seventeen relied solely on external force, right?

However, what she made was a request that Feng Xiaotian could never fulfill. The strength gap between Soul Saint and Soul Emperor will only become wider. What kind of blow will you bear when the time comes?

In Huo Wu's heart, Feng Xiaotian's tragedy was doomed from this moment on.

"Huo Wu, don't worry, I will abide by the agreement. I will not pester you again until I defeat Xuanyuan Qingli. You wait for my good news."

Seeing Feng Xiaotian leaving happily, Huo Wushuang shook his head secretly.

Has all this guy's brain been used to create his own soul skills? It doesn’t matter if you have low EQ, but why is your IQ starting to fall behind?