Douluo's personal pendant

This time, there was no need for waiters anymore. Two soldiers in silver armor ran up to the stage, picked them up to recover, and the brawny tiger with his upper body left naked.

On the high stage of the host, there was an excited and excited shout from the hostess: "Congratulations to Young Master Qingxu for winning the game, and then please prepare for the players who have drawn the third lottery."

Accompanied by the shouts of the audience, Young Master Qingxu walked off the stage indifferently. When he passed by Tang Fei, he looked at Tang Fei's expression specially, but just as he disappointed the tiger and brawny, Tang Fei's face was not With the expression of worship he believed in, but the expression on Young Master Qingxu's face remained unchanged, he thought to himself.

"Well, maybe he still doesn't know what tricks I used. When he really faces me, I will personally let him experience the power of the Soul Guidance Device. Then he knows that I am willing to accept him as his disciple. You will be grateful."

Young Master Qing Xu was thinking that the game was still going on in full swing, but apart from Young Master Qing Xu and an old man, there was no real Soul Guidance Device duel anymore. The other five groups of games were ordinary Soul Masters.

Soon, the second round of the competition had begun. Eight people were divided into groups. Tang Fei's opponent was an ordinary fifty-three level attacking type Golden Claw Soul King, and he was still the first group to compete.

Because the Golden Claw Wolf Soul King was the last group of contestants in the previous round. He fought bloodily with his opponent for more than 30 minutes. At this time, standing in front of Tang Fei, he was still in the form of a werewolf, with golden wolf claws of ten centimeters long , White bloodshot fangs, slender wolf pupils full of fierce light, and scars all over his body, a big hole in his forehead, blood constantly flowing out of it, making his originally unfriendly appearance become very possessive Suffocating.

Tang Fei put a black shield in front of him on his right hand, looking worriedly at the brawny werewolf whose wound is still bleeding, "Uncle, do you want to take a break."

The brawny werewolf pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a cruel smile. His eyes reflected in his eyes the lucky boy Tang Fei, who was holding a shield and had a huge face. He slowly said, "Son, just your luck is just right for the second place. Lun's white face is still worried about Lao Tzu."

The brawny werewolf patted his chest, which was covered with scars, old and new.

"If you see it, this is the symbol of a macho. It is impossible for a white-faced person like you to understand what a strong man is. You can still pity me because you are afraid that you will be torn to pieces by me."

The brawny werewolf roared unfriendly with his eyes widened.

Tang Fei twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, thinking in his heart, "Am I just turning a handsomer person? How do these people look at their faces?"

At this moment, the brawny werewolf narrowed his eyes. Years of combat experience let him know that his opponent was distracted. He hurriedly launched an attack. His martial spirit was a wolf-like martial spirit, a sensitive attack system in the assault system. , The speed was so fast that before the audience could react, he had already reached Tang Fei, raised his sturdy arm, and the golden wolf claws emitted a dazzling golden light with chill.

In order for the strong werewolf to attack so quickly, he watched that the strong tiger was taken away by the son of Qingxu who was similar in size to this son. The strength of the strong tiger was not much different from him because he was too proud. In the defeat, he dared to despise the opponent, after easily frightening the opponent with words, he immediately launched an attack, knocked the opponent down, quickly solved the opponent, and won the game.

The brawny werewolf thought he would hit the blow because the speed was so fast that the blood drops that had fallen on the bridge of the nose were blown toward the corners of the eyes that were already crescent.

But to his surprise, Tang Fei actually reacted and raised the shield.

Bang, every bit.

The wolf claw hit the shield, and then he drew it down. The brawny werewolf hurried back, looking at his trembling arm with a look of horror. When he saw Tang Fei lifting the shield, he didn't care about it, thinking about putting this shield. He smashed it, or shattered the thin arm behind the shield, so he tried his best.

But when his arm touched the shield, a counter-shock force came to his arm, and his arm seemed to be pressed against the arm by a huge beast at that moment.

The brawny werewolf grabbed the trembling arm with his other hand, and forcibly stopped the trembling of the arm. He raised his head and groaned at Tang Fei, who was looking at him with a smile on his face.

At the moment of the fight, he understood that this soul master was not as powerful as him.And when the werewolf brawny first started, he knew that the werewolf brawny was not as fast as him.After he fought back, his body still couldn't recover quickly, and it seemed that his body was not as good as him.

Tang Fei thought for a while, and he felt calm. He thought what was going on with the Soul King, was that the same, so he said calmly: "Uncle Werewolf, are you still coming."

"Asshole." The werewolf grinned, because the sudden attack just now caused the old and new injuries on the body to erupt. The pain on the body coupled with Tang Fei's taunts made his gray-black pupils gradually congested.

"Hey, son, congratulations on your success in angering me. To thank you, I will leave you a whole body."

The brawny werewolf loosened his clenched arms and stood up straight. He saw a purple spirit ring shining continuously on his body. He screamed up and let out a sorrowful wolf howl, like a lone wolf abandoned by the wolves. .

"Blood battle lone wolf."

The wolf roared tenaciously, and the blood on his body suddenly poured out from the wound, his body began to swell, and he stopped after he was about two meters tall and grew more than three meters.

Tang Fei looked at the blood-covered brawny werewolf in front of him, dumbfounded.

"Wow, my son is dead."

The strong werewolf quickly launched an attack. The sharp and slender wolf claws pierced the air and attacked Tang Fei. Tang Fei's thin body looked like an ant in his eyes. He could easily tear it up if he wanted to, and there were people in the audience. Already covering his eyes with his hands, he dared not go to see what happened on the court.

After one second, two seconds, three seconds passed by the person who closed his eyes, the people beside him suddenly exclaimed, and he quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the center of the stage.

Just when Langrao's claws were about to hit Tang Fei's iron shield, Tang Fei did not wait for him to arrive, but chose to take the initiative to attack, holding the iron shield with a wave upwards, sonorously, the claws collided with the iron shield in the air.

"How is it possible, how can this shield be so hard, and how can this power be so powerful!!!"

Langrao’s claws were flicked away, and his body staggered back two steps. When he turned his head back with a look of shock, a fist with a black shield struck him. The fist did not hit him, but black But the edge of the shield hit his fragile nose firmly.

"Wow." Weeping, the werewolf held his nose and knelt down on the ground.

And Tang Fei didn't plan to let him go, he didn't plan to drag him any more, he just kicked his face at the wolf.

Bang, bang.

The first sound was the sound of Tang Fei kicking the werewolf face, and the second sound was the sound of the werewolf landing.

"Oh oh oh oh."

The audience cheered when Tang Fei solved his opponent so easily and comfortably.

Tang Fei stepped off the stage amidst the cheers of the audience. When he stepped off the stage, he found that the contestants who had been waiting in the audience looked at him with a little more jealousy. Oh, there is one exception. Looking at Tang Fei curiously, a strange light kept shining in his eyes.

Tang Fei was so scared that he squatted in a corner.

Young Master Qingxu watched Tang Fei squatting in the corner and muttered to himself: "Is it supernatural? It's interesting."

After that, he was on the stage. In the second round of the second round, he faced a forty-ninth-level soul sect with a martial soul as a sword. Originally, Tang Fei thought that this battle would be a bit more exciting. Who knew he hadn’t waited for Young Master Qing to start. Attacking, the soul sect voluntarily gave up fighting, and the next two games were carried out very quickly, one was the soul master battle, and the other was the old man Tang Fei was paying attention to before, wearing an extremely hard armor, letting him go. When the opponent attacks, when the opponent is exhausted, easily kick the opponent off the stage.

The third round of the game soon began. The first one was Young Master Qingxu and the ordinary soul master. There was no fight, and the opponent surrendered automatically. Young Master Qingxu lay down and entered the final round. Tang Fei was extremely speechless. With such a shady situation, it is not easy for this young man to have fans.

Of course, after the shady scene, the perfect blacksmith shop and Wuhundian know.

Tang Fei was on the stage for the second time, and there were only him and the old man he had been paying attention to in the vast empty space.

He was holding a black shield, and the old man was wearing a dark golden armor covering his entire body, including his face. When Tang Fei was thinking about how to win the game, a deep voice in the armor came out: "Son, I'm level 75 Soul Saint, you have no chance of winning, give up your defeat."

Tang Fei looked at him around, thinking about the way to victory in his heart, but he didn't stop, taunting: "The old man is not ashamed, and he is still a 75th-level soul sage, why don't you be Titled Douluo?"

In fact, even a normal person knows that this old man is not an ordinary person. Tang Fei's purpose of taunting is to force this old man to attack, so that he can evaluate the strength of this old man. As for the 75th-level Soul Sage, well, he doesn't seem to be an ordinary person either. It's not enough to be afraid of any battle spirit master of the assault system.

Hearing his ridicule, there was a cold snort in the armor and he stopped talking, but Tang Fei knew that the real attack was coming. He felt the spirit power in the armor was constantly flowing, and Tang Fei quickly raised the shield. Beware.

"However, this armor looks cumbersome, and I have never seen him initiate an attack before."

Tang Fei was thinking about it, and the armor finally moved, and saw him rushing towards Tang Fei with a vigorous pace.

Tang Fei almost laughed out loud. At this speed, it's no wonder that this old man didn't take the initiative to launch an attack. At such a speed, even a baby could run faster than him, and could he hit people?

However, Tang Fei did not intend to hide, although he felt that the soul power in that armor had all gathered in the armor's hands, and the armor also clenched his fists and held it high.

Finally, after waiting for almost half a minute, the armor finally rushed to Tang Fei's body. At a height of more than two meters, the armor could launch an attack condescendingly. He raised his fist and struck at an extremely slow speed. Did not hide, holding the shield to meet the fist that radiated light from the armor.

"Hey." A laugh came from the armor, and the voice contained the joy of conspiracy.

Suddenly, the armor's fist accelerated in the air visible to the naked eye, carrying the sound of breaking through the air, and the heavy fist blasted towards Tang Fei like thunder. Tang Fei had no reaction time, and was knocked to the ground.

Chapter 26 Refining Competition (Final)