Doulou Dalu’s Traverser Ronin Chapter 297: :Draw a knife
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Are you all here?
Ning Fengzhi’s words made the disciples on the venue stunned and their eyes turned to Yanwutai, a deserted Yanwutai, already standing on a figure.
It is another person in this soul fight today, Ceng Yi.
After seeing Ceng Yi playing, the originally quiet meeting place suddenly became uproarious.
"This is the man who makes the entire Red Sakura group helpless, Ceng Yi?"
"Listening to rumors that he is a disciple of Elder Sword Douluo, now Elder Sword came to the scene to watch this soul fighting, it seems that the rumors should be true."
"Ahhh~, this man is so handsome, so temperamental, I love it!"
"Cut~, it's not just looking handsome. I think this Ceng Yi is just the same, waiting for him to be beaten by the red damask."
"I think you are sour, but that's still the case? I didn't see anyone standing on the stage, and it looked like a breeze? If you were watched by so many people, there were the Sect Master and the Two Elder Wei Douluo, it is estimated that his feet are trembling, and his standing is not stable."
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In the auditorium, the disciples looked at the Ceng Yi standing on the stage, whispering and talking.
Ceng Yi standing on the stage, calm and relaxed, with a faint smile on his face, although the place where he stands is a bit away from the auditorium, Ceng Yi still captures from the wind the disciples in the auditorium talking about their own sound.
Surprised, questioned, praised, and disparaged. These comments, Ceng Yi did not put in his heart, and smiled, he knew that today's soul of the fight, only belongs to him on the stage.
There will be no suspense in victory or defeat.
Because, handsome people like me are usually the main characters.
"Master! Come on! Get the fighting spirit handsomely!"
Ceng Yi's ear accurately captured this sentence. No, this is a male voice. I didn’t accept male apprentices!
Ceng Yi was a little puzzled. When I heard it, I saw a familiar figure. It was Ling Yunfei who had been entangled with the teacher before. He looks like he is passionate, waving his flag and shouting to himself.
Ceng Yi looked at him, his mouth twitched, this guy was really shameless.
However, what makes Ceng Yi the most speechless is not Ling Yunfei, but the people around him.
"Chairman, come on! Let the group of girls know that our Zhengyang Club is amazing!"
When did I promise to be the chairman of your Zhengyang Association? You are too shameful! Ceng Yi murmured.
The organization of Zhengyang Association, Ceng Yi knows a little bit. An organization composed entirely of male elite disciples is opposed to Hongying. It sounds pretty good. In fact, a group of men hugged each other to keep warm, and their apprentices rebelled against the rule of Hongying among Zongmen disciples and tried to improve the status of Zongmen male disciples.
However, this knowledge is in vain, because Hong Ying's overall strength is stronger than them, plus the female disciples of the sect door have more male disciples, and many male disciples are willing to fall under the pomegranate skirt for the sake of their happy life in the future. A licking dog, which led them to Zhengyang in the sect door can only sustain the dignity of the remaining male.
He also heard the words, Zhengyang will announce in Zongmenli that he is their honorary president. At first, Ceng Yi thought it was a joke, but now, he believes it. This Zhengyang society wants to use itself as a fulcrum to turn over.
"The president will teach Hongying this group of women to let them know that we can't just bully!"
How miserable have you been before? Even the shouting has become so counseling? After listening to this sentence, Ceng Yi couldn't help vomiting.
On the side of Hongying, Nangong Lin looked at Ceng Yi standing on the stage, and his eyes were blazing with fierce warfare. "Finally appeared, then I will go first."
Hong Lingyin looked at her eagerly, but did not stop, but urged. "Be careful, he feels very unusual for me, and he is very strong."
For the first time, Nangong Lin saw her with such a dignified expression, and the contempt in her heart was also taken away.
"Relax, even if I lose, I won't make this **** feel better." Thinking of the mocking face before Ceng Yi, Nangong Lin couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Nangong Lin walked to Wutai and stood on the opposite side of Ceng Yi. The two looked at each other.
"You are my soul-fighting opponent? No, shouldn't it be your president?" Ceng Yi asked with some doubt. This girl, he knows, can be said to be quite familiar. Because, a few days ago, it was her hands with a huge pair of armor that followed her desperately chasing herself, and the look on her face wished she could put herself down.
However, she is not very good at speed, just cannot catch up with herself, she is very angry.
Ceng Yi understands through words that this girl is not the president of Sakura, so she should not be the one who fights against her soul.
Nangong Lin’s fanatical gaze stared at Ceng Yi, rubbing his fists in the palm, and grinning, "Yes, I am your opponent of the first game. On the Yanwutai, all the people at the Zongzong Gate watched this time. , You can't run anymore!
This time, I must hit my fist **** your awful face! "
Is this really a girl? It's really fierce.
Ceng Yi looked at the opposite Nangong Lin, whispered in her heart, her threat, Ceng Yi did not mind at all. For her anger, Ceng Yi can also understand, after all, after eating ash for several days behind him, angry is normal.
But what is the first game?
Ceng Yi seems to have found a blind spot.
At this time, the audience was whispering about this issue.
"Why is the fighting spirit between Nangong Lin and Ceng Yi? Shouldn't it be Hongyain?"
"I don’t know very well, it’s Nangong Lin who may post the fighting soul, which is also in line with her irritable personality."
"Well, I thought it was Hong Lingyin, and Bai looked forward to it."
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On the subjective stage, Dust’s heart was also a little surprised. He looked at Ning Fengzhi and asked: “Fengzhi, what’s going on? Shouldn’t it be the girl Ayin fighting with Ceng Yi?”
Ning Fengzhi held the folding fan, gently fanned, and said with a smile: "The fighting soul post is about the fighting spirit between Hongying and Ceng Yi, so this did not violate the regulations."
Dustheart is stupid. Isn’t this a soul-fighting post, isn’t this an apprentice who pits himself?
"It's too shameless, old bones, this is what you taught? How to teach people how shameless?" Because Hong Lingyin is a descendant of Gu Doula, Chen Xin ridiculed without scruples.
Gu Rong couldn't help but look black, and immediately said: "Fart, how can the old man participate in this junior's business? Besides, your apprentice's trouble in the sect, it's no blame that you haven't disciplined yourself Disciple? Otherwise, will this happen?"
"Also, your disciples, won't you be able to beat even a few girls?"
After hearing this, Chen Xin frowned, "What a joke? My apprentice can't beat several girls? Even if they go together, Ceng Yi can easily solve it.
When Ceng Yi is in Soul Venerable, he will be able to kill the Soul King. Now that he has advanced to Soul Sect, don’t you really think that Lingyin can defeat him? No way? No way? "
Looking at Chen Xin's abominable taunting face, Gu Rong's angry heart rose sharply, hoping to punch a punch on that face.
“It’s just good luck, I picked a cheap one. I’m saying, Ceng Yi can kill the Soul King, what does it have to do with you? At that time he was not your apprentice? From accepting Ceng Yi as a disciple to now, as A master hasn’t even managed it. It’s really funny that someone else has cultivated Soul Sect outside, and no one has any effect, but they are still complacent. This is really funny!” Gu Rong said ironically.
Why didn’t Ceng Yi report his name at the time, instead of the name of this bitch, let him pick up a cheap one, which is hateful!
Gu Rong looked at the Ceng Yi under the stage and his eyes were full of lemons.
"Huh? What does this taste like? Who broke the vinegar jar?"
"You..."
The two elders sneered at each other, and Ning Fengzhi said he was helpless.
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On the performance stage, the atmosphere became dignified. Nangong Lin's hot eyes burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, and the soul power surged, and four soul rings appeared around her body, flashing brilliantly.
After that, a pair of armor appeared on her slender but powerful arms. On the dark armor, blood-colored lines flowed, like living creatures, full of momentum.
A violent, powerful wind filled with force circulated from the bottom of her feet and quickly spread to all sides.
Ceng Yi allows this strong wind to blow on his body and raise his clothes. He can feel the momentum of the face, and the power in it cannot be underestimated.
It's just that a young girl, with a pair of armor weapons filled with a sense of power and rage, makes Ceng Yi feel a little in violation, but this picture has a sense of inexplicable familiarity.
"Nangong Lin, Martial Soul Split Sky Armor, Forty-two Level Attack Soul Master, please advise!"
Nangong Lin put on a fighting stance, staring fiercely at Ceng Yi, her body full of fanatical fighting intentions, and the smile on her face was almost crazy.
Looking at the appearance of Nangong Lin, Ceng Yi feels that this girl has some nerve problems and should be a fighting maniac.
It's really the hardest to meet such a person. It's very troublesome.
Ceng Yi is a little helpless, but still takes it seriously. The original inattentive look becomes sharper, his feet stride, and his right hand grabs the knife handle around his waist.
"Ceng Yi, Wuhun Lanqie, Forty-three-level assault division War Soul Master, please advise!"
The invisible wind began to flow slowly on the stage, and the battle had not yet begun. The disciples in the audience felt two different momentums colliding with each other on the stage.
A sense of violent power, another is Fenghan's determination.
Ning Fengzhi stared closely at the two people on the stage, and announced.
"Fight the soul, start!"
Boom--
With the sound of Ning Fengzhi's soul mixed in the venue, Nangong Lin no matter what three, twenty-one and twenty-one, the soles of his feet are on the ground with a full force, and the strong rushing force makes the hard stone slabs crack.
With the roar filled with a sense of power, Nangong Lin’s body rushed straight towards Ceng Yi, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his fanatic eyes were fixed on his opponent’s body.
The arrogant punches shone down. Ceng Yi closed his eyes and felt the sound around him.
The roaring wind sound, the subtle sound of blood flow, the heartbeat of rapid heartbeat, and the sound of constant breathing.
Feel the breath~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, the world is quiet, if Ceng Yi is in another world, the mood is transparent, feeling the sound of everything.
As Nangong Lin’s attack approached, the closed eyes of Ceng Yi suddenly opened, and the dark eyes flashed.
The left hand holding the scabbard, the thumb lifted the blade of the blade, and a silver-white blade was exposed, flashing cold light.
Blink!
In Nangong Lin's startled eyes, Ceng Yi's figure disappeared in place.
Everyone in the meeting place vaguely saw the flashing sword light on the stage.
Nangong stood stunned, and Ceng Yi appeared five meters behind her.
Take the sharp blade of silver light shining in the sun, and slowly get into the sheath by Ceng Yi.
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