Douluo space fighting god

In the kitchen, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, looked at the ingredients around him, and secretly vowed: From today on, he must take good care of the children's diet and daily life.

He was very relieved that the training strategies could be implemented in place. Of course, he would occasionally give some advice and make perfect adjustments to Fengce's training plan.

There are endless trainings every day. Sometimes players are randomly matched for sparring, one-on-one, two-on-two, or even two-on-three.

Of course, the most common thing is still running with weights, which can exercise everyone's mental and physical strength.

Although this devilish training is difficult, the benefits to them are also very significant.

Yu Xiaogang also gradually improved his cooking skills to perfection.

And Feng Ce, the star chain connecting the Big Dipper, their group soul, and also serving as the chief officer, deserves to be their leader.

Since absorbing the ten-thousand-year soul ring requires a large amount of Douluo soul crystals, Feng Ce has not received any system tasks during this period, so naturally he is not in a hurry to complete the fighting soul badge.

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Three months later.

The devil training was over and everyone had a seven-day holiday.

First day of vacation.

At night, there was a bright moon and few stars in the night sky. A handsome silver-haired boy was lying on the thatched roof, facing the cool autumn wind, which was very comfortable.

Looking back on this March, time flies by like water. The young man's face became a little less youthful and a little more resolute.

With a calm expression, he looked at the bright moon and entered into reverie.

At this time, a fat man with red hair ran back from outside the academy. With a red and swollen face and looking very anxious, he opened the door and looked around but couldn't find the person he was looking for.

Finally he shouted: "Senior brother! Where are you! Your junior brother, I was bullied!"

"What are you shouting for? I'm up there." Feng Ce closed his eyes and said calmly.

This red-haired fat man now has a swollen pig's head. He originally lost a lot of weight in the past three months, but now he has obviously rebounded due to external forces.

Ma Hongjun stared at the sky in thought, and was slightly stunned: "Senior brother? Are you in the sky?"

"He's as big as you, Rooftop!" Feng Ce was speechless.

"Oh oh oh."

Ma Hongjun smiled, then jumped up to the roof, crying.

"Senior Brother! You have to make the decision for Junior Brother! Look at how they beat me. With my handsome face, now even my little fans don't recognize me!"

Feng Ce opened his eyes and took a closer look. He couldn't recognize who this person was without looking at the red hair.

Suddenly, a flash of fire flashed in Feng Ce's mind, and he stood up and jumped down without asking.

"Let's go and settle the score with him."

Ma Hongjun jumped down when he saw this, but he looked a little worried.

"Senior brother, but he is a soul sect, can it be okay with just the two of us?"

Feng Ce's dark eyes flashed and he nodded: "It should be no problem."

"Reliable!"

Ma Hongjun was overjoyed. His senior brother said there was no problem, so naturally he would not question it.

The two of them walked more than ten meters and met Tang San and Oscar coming out of the kitchen at the corner.

Tang San was chewing on the apple, but before he could swallow it, he spit it out as soon as he saw Ma Hongjun.

"Ma Hongjun? Why have you changed like this?"

"Ghost...Brother Tang San, I was beaten by someone. My senior brother and I were about to go find him to settle the score." Ma Hongjun immediately changed his answer as soon as the words came to his lips.

"Who can beat you like this? What is the background of the other party? Let's go together to support you!" Oscar was filled with indignation on the sidelines. Their friendship has deepened a lot in the past three months.

Ma Hongjun was obviously beaten badly this time. When he heard that so many people cared about him, he couldn't help but talk about how he was beaten with snot and tears.

This time, he really didn't have a strong evil fire, but simply wanted to pick up a girl.

Tang San asked curiously: "You mean that person is called Bu Le? Is there another one named Men Men?"

"How do I know? I only know that the madam in the thatched cottage over there made him unhappy." Ma Hongjun looked innocent.

Oscar was obviously a little excited, "Okay, regardless of whether he is depressed or unhappy, we are going to avenge Ma Hongjun."

"Don't worry Xiao Ao."

Tang San waved his hand, then faced Ma Hongjun and asked: "You just said he was a soul sect. What is his martial soul? Can you tell us? As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will be victorious in every battle!"

"Ok."

Ma Hongjun began to describe in detail:

"That is a wretched old man with a dark face, big and white teeth, and is about meters tall. His martial spirit is very strange. It is not attack, defense or speed type. It feels, feels..."

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun became more serious: "It feels like your martial spirit has the same effect as Tang San, but its appearance is different."

"Control type soul master, right? Okay."

Tang San used the paper and pen he took out of the soul guide to draw a stick figure with a round head, a black face, and bared teeth, with a label next to it: meters, control type.

"Please go on and describe his martial spirit."

"His martial spirit looks like two semicircular pink covers, both about the size of steamed buns. This guy put the martial spirit on his head as soon as he summoned it. He looked very obscene. He let me go when he was fighting. Two soul skills, one is to enlarge the cover to block my Phoenix line of fire."

Ma Hongjun paused for a moment, then continued with lingering fear:

"There is also a soul skill that uses two covers to cover my chest, one on the left and one on the right. The covers are very flexible and I can't even pull them off. I only feel a tightness in my chest, and then it's like a few tons have been added to my body. Heavy things can't even run away. Then he beat me up!"

Ma Hongjun's description was very vivid. Tang San seemed to have seen something similar to Xiao Wu's.

Tang San drew on the paper, and drew a belly for the stick figure, and then drew two semicircular covers on the chest.

That's it.

"Does it look like this?" Tang San picked up the paper and showed it to everyone.

Ma Hongjun looked at it and curled his lips, "It's still a little bit worse."

"I understand."

Tang San suddenly thought of it, then took out a pink pen from the soul guide and quickly painted the two covers pink.

"Is that so?" Tang San showed the painting confidently.

A glance at Fengce reveals that he is truly a soulful painter!

When Ma Hongjun saw it, he exclaimed: "Yes, yes, that's it!"

Oscar grabbed the paper and couldn't help but praise: "The painting is really good, Tang San. I didn't expect you to have talent in this area."

Tang San held his head up proudly, "Fortunately, I learned some when I was young."

After a moment of pride, Tang San became serious, "If he only released two soul skills, it means that he still has two soul skills that he has not released yet."

"You're scared, Tang San. In fact, senior brother and I can do it alone. You can go back and rest first." Ma Hongjun said misunderstood.

Tang San frowned, and then explained: "What I mean is that he has to compete with him. When I control him, you guys will hammer him like crazy for me, beating him until he doesn't even feel depressed." know!"

"Okay, then what are we waiting for? Let's get on the road quickly!"

Ma Hongjun couldn't wait to push the black-faced man to the ground and rub him.

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