Douluo Dalu: Chengfeng Yujian

"Why do I feel like I fell into the trap of you and Xiangtian Dao?"

Chen Chuang glanced at the excited Zhang Fan, curled his lips and said speechlessly.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, our main purpose is to join forces with Li Yu to deal with Chu Ling and the others."

Li Yu had already seen through this strategy before, but he didn't say it out loud.

Xiang Tiandao and Zhang Fan had become enemies with Chu Ling. Now that Chu Ling was recovering from his injuries, the two of them were facing revenge from senior Chu Zihan at any time. Li Yu and the others happened to be the same, so they concluded that Li Yu would accept them.

This duel was not part of Xiang Tiandao's plan, but he just wanted to compete with Li Yu, so he made this request.

It just so happened that Li Yu also wanted to fight him.

A group of eight people returned to the courtyard together. This small courtyard has three floors and many rooms, enough to accommodate eight people.

In order to be able to respond to emergencies in a timely manner, the newly joined Xiangtian Dao, Zhang Fan and Yu Yan stayed together.

Both of them were seriously injured in the day's duel. After arranging the new partner's room, Li Yu went back to his room to meditate and heal his injuries.

Just as he sat cross-legged and prepared to enter a meditative state, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"I'm Zhang Fan, can you come in?"

"What do you want Zhang Fan to do with me?" Li Yu frowned and said, "Come in."

"Squeak."

The door opened, and Zhang Fan walked into the room tiptoeing like a thief with a lewd smile on his face.

Then Zhang Fan said, "Hey, don't be nervous, I'm here to heal your injuries."

Li Yu was stunned and said, "Heal my wounds."

"That's right, you are optimistic about Wuhun and Lingwu Soup."

Zhang Fan released his martial spirit with a low cry. He raised his right hand and the spirit power condensed into a palm-sized blue and white bowl in the palm of his hand. The small bowl was filled with water.

Then, the yellow soul ring under Zhang Fan's feet flashed, "Healing Soup"

The next second, the water in the small blue and white bowl churned violently and instantly turned into a bowl of blue-black, thick, bubbling soup.

The green-black thick soup kept rolling, and from time to time, you could see some thin stuff, which looked like vomit. This reminded Li Yu instantly of the bubbling poisonous soup brewed by witches in Western movies.

"You are a food-type martial soul. This bowl of soup has healing properties." Li Yu stared at the bowl of healing soup with wide eyes.

"Yes, the healing effect is great. Lao Xiang has already drank a bowl."

Zhang Fan knew that his martial soul was not good at selling and would make people sick to his stomach, so he looked at Li Yu shyly.

After thinking twice, Li Yu pushed away the bowl of soup in front of him and said, "Thank you, brother, but I have other healing methods, which are not needed yet."

"Do you dislike my spirit witch soup?"

Zhang Fan's face turned red and he shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, this thing looks like someone else vomited it, I can't accept it."

"Wow, Li Yu, you bastard!" Zhang Fan stomped his feet and almost cried in anger, then turned around and left, slamming the door.

"It really looks like someone else vomited it up, don't blame me."

Li Yu was helpless. Even if he slowly meditated to heal his wounds, he would not drink that bowl of witch soup.

Feeling a little depressed, Li Yu sat down cross-legged again and entered a meditative state.

Now that new partners have joined, the strengths of several people in Li Yu's camp are as follows.

Li Yu, a fourteenth-level attack spirit master, wields the Qingfeng Sword.

Xiangtian Dao, a fourteenth-level attack-type battle soul master, Wuhun Yanyue Dao.

Tang Ling'er, a fourteenth-level control soul master, wields the Wuhun Yanyue Sword.

Yutong, a thirteenth-level control system battle spirit master, martial spirit raindrop.

Chen Chuang is a twelfth-level attack spirit master and a martial spirit wild crocodile.

Lin Yaya, a twelfth-level auxiliary battle soul master, Wuhun Rainbow.

Zhang Fan, a twelfth-level auxiliary battle soul master, Wuhun Lingwutang.

Yu Yan is an eleventh-level control-type battle spirit master with yin and yang spirit.

The eight people are all at the top of the rankings. Together, even the Kuanglong Gang with hundreds of people can fight. They are definitely a powerful force.

I meditated and healed in the courtyard for five full days. During these five days, several major events happened at Aoki Academy.

The first thing was that Zhuge Feng announced to carry the flag and gathered hundreds of students to form the Hundred People Alliance, which together with Chu Ling's Kuanglong Gang became two major forces.

The second major event shocked everyone even more, that is, Li Yu reached the top of the rankings, pushing Zhuge Feng, who had dominated the rankings for more than a year, into the second place, Xiangtian Dao ranked third, followed by Chu Ling, fourth, and Jiang Hoshino is fifth, Wang Yu is sixth

Although no other students saw that duel, it was not hidden from the college deacon.

Early on the fourth day, Tang Ling'er's scream came from the second floor of the courtyard.

"You bastard Zhang Fan, throw your bowl of vomit out of my room."

"This is not vomit, this is my spirit witch soup, which has a strong therapeutic effect."

"get out"

Following Tang Ling'er's roar, Zhang Fan was rolled up by a vine and thrown off the second floor.

In the past three days, Zhang Fan tried to get everyone to accept his witch soup, but the result was unanimously considered to be vomit, and no one wanted to take a second look.

Chen Chuang was more direct. After giving Zhang Fan a violent beating, he told him never to release his martial spirit in front of him.

In the small courtyard, Zhang Fan staggered up, raised his head and shouted, "It's because you don't know the difference. My Lingwu Soup is precious. Hmm, sooner or later you will drink my Lingwu Soup."

After an episode, eight people gathered outside the courtyard and headed to the Mimicry Training Tower.

Li Yu and Xiang Tiandao were both influential figures in the academy. When they walked on the road, students passing by would cast their glances and then whisper to their companions.

Arriving at the second floor of the training tower, the place was divided into two camps.

On one side is Zhuge Feng's camp, and on the other is Chu Ling's camp, each occupying fifty training rooms.

Any student who wants to practice in the Mimicry Training Room must choose a party to join.

When Li Yu and others stepped onto the second floor, everyone immediately looked at them.

"You two divided the training room. It seems that you don't take students like me, Mr. Li, seriously." Li Yu glanced at everyone coldly and said with a sneer.

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent

"I don't care whether you, the Kuanglong Gang, or Zhuge Feng are top-notch, if we don't give up the eight training rooms today, we all won't be able to live in peace."

Li Yu released the Qingfeng Sword and pointed it at the students.

"That's right, give up eight training rooms. It has nothing to do with us how many training rooms you two occupy. Otherwise, I will have to use my fists to speak to Tiandao."

Then Xiang Tiandao, Chen Chuang and other seven people released their martial spirits together.

Eight soul masters, eight yellow soul rings rhythmically rhythmed, and their momentum instantly overwhelmed everyone.

"Brother Yu, Brother Dao, our boss Zhuge said that if you come to the training tower to practice, you must give up a few rooms. Let's do this. Our Hundred People's Alliance will give up four rooms, and the remaining four rooms will be given over by the Kuanglong Gang. ,How about it"

A little fat man stepped forward and faced Li Yu and the others calmly.