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Are everyone here?
Ning Fengzhi's words made the disciples at the venue startled. Their eyes turned to the martial arts stage. On the originally empty martial arts stage, a figure was already standing on it.
It was Zeng Yi, the other person in today's soul battle.
After seeing Zeng Yi come on stage, the originally quiet venue suddenly became uproar.
"This is the man who made the entire Hongying group helpless, Zeng Yi?"
"I heard rumors that he is the disciple of Elder Sword Douluo. Now that Elder Sword is here to watch this spirit fight, it seems that the rumors should be true."
"Ahhh~, this man is so handsome and has such a temperament, I love him!"
"Tch~, it's just that he looks more handsome. I think Zeng Yi is nothing more than that, waiting for him to be beaten up by Hong Ayane."
"I think you are sore, is this all? Have you ever seen someone standing on the stage with a calm look? What if you were watched by so many people, including the sect master and two Douluo? Elder, I guess your feet are shaking and you can’t stand still.”
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In the audience, the disciples looked at Zeng Yi standing on the stage, whispering to each other, and started discussing.
Zeng Yi stood on the stage, calm and composed, with a faint smile on his face. Although he was standing some distance from the audience, Zeng Yi still caught the voices of the sect disciples in the audience talking about him from the wind. .
There are surprises, doubts, praises, and belittling. Zeng Yi didn't take these comments to heart and laughed them off. He knew that today's soul fighting was just a stage that belonged to him alone.
There will be no suspense about the outcome.
Because, handsome people like me are usually the protagonists.
"Master! Come on! Win this soul battle handsomely!"
Zeng Yi's ears accurately captured this sentence. No, this is a male voice, I didn’t accept a male apprentice!
Zeng Yi was a little confused. When he heard the sound, he looked around and saw a familiar figure. It was Ling Yunfei who had been entangled in his apprenticeship before. He was looking very passionate, waving flags and shouting for himself.
Zeng Yi looked at him and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. This guy is really shameless.
However, what left Zeng Yi most speechless was not Ling Yunfei, but the few people around him.
"Come on, President! Let those girls know how powerful our Zhengyang Club is!"
When did I agree to become the president of your Zhengyang Society? You are so shameless! Zeng Yi murmured in his heart.
Zeng Yi did know a little bit about the Zhengyang Society, an organization composed entirely of male elite disciples that was opposed to Hongying. It sounds nice to say, but it is actually a group of men hugging each other to keep warm. Their disciples resist Hongying's rule among the sect disciples and try to improve the status of the sect's male disciples.
However, this knowledge is in vain, because Hongying's overall strength is stronger than them, and there are more female disciples in the sect than male disciples. There are also many male disciples who are willing to prostrate themselves under that pomegranate skirt and become a licking dog for the sake of a happy life in the future. , which resulted in their Zhengyang Society being able to survive and maintain the remaining bit of male dignity in the sect.
He also heard from Yanque that the Zhengyang Society announced to the outside world that he was their honorary president. At first, Zeng Yi thought it was a joke, but now, he believed it. This Zhengyang Society wants to use itself as the fulcrum for turning around.
"President, teach Hongying and this group of women a lesson and let them know that we can't be bullied casually!"
How miserable were you before? Have you become so timid even when shouting? After hearing these words, Zeng Yi couldn't help but complain.
On Hongying's side, Nangong Lin looked at Zeng Yi standing on the stage, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit, "He finally appeared, I'll go first."
Seeing her eagerness to give it a try, Red Ayane didn't stop her, but instead warned her. "Be careful, he gives me a very unusual feeling, he is very powerful."
This was the first time Nangong Lin saw her with such a solemn expression, and he put away some of the contempt in his heart.
"Don't worry, even if we lose, I won't let this bitch have an easy time." Thinking of Zeng Yi's sarcastic face before, Nangong Lin couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Nangong Lin walked onto the martial arts stage and stood opposite Zeng Yi. The two looked at each other and looked at each other.
"Are you my soul-fighting opponent? No, shouldn't it be your president?" Zeng Yi asked with some confusion. He knew this girl, it could be said that she was quite familiar with her. Because, a few days ago, she was the one who followed him desperately with a pair of huge gauntlets on her hands. The look on her face made her want to crush her to pieces.
However, she is not very good at speed. She gets very angry when she can't catch up with her.
Zeng Yi learned through Yan Que that this girl was not the president of Hongying, so logically speaking, she shouldn't be the one fighting against him.
Nangong Lin stared at Zeng Yi with his fanatical eyes, rubbed his fists with his palms, and smiled ferociously, "Yes, I am your opponent in the first match. On the martial arts stage, everyone in the sect was watching. This time, you You can’t run away!
This time, I will definitely hit your hateful face with my fist! "
Is this really a girl? It's really fierce.
Zeng Yi looked at Nangong Lin opposite and murmured in his heart. Zeng Yi didn't take her threats to heart at all. Zeng Yi could understand her anger. After all, it was normal for her to be angry after following him for several days.
But what happened in the first scene?
Zeng Yi seemed to have discovered a blind spot.
At this time, the audience was also discussing this issue in whispers.
"Why is it the fighting spirit between Nangong Lin and Zeng Yi? Shouldn't it be Hong Lingyin?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe it's Nangong Lin who posted the Soul Fighting post. This is quite in line with her violent personality."
"What? I thought it was Kurenai Ayane coming on stage. I was looking forward to it in vain."
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On the main stage, Chen Xin was also a little surprised. He looked at Ning Fengzhi and asked, "Fengzhi, what's going on? Shouldn't it be Ling Yin and Zeng Yi who are fighting souls?"
Ning Fengzhi held the folding fan, fanned it gently, and said with a smile: "The soul fighting post says the soul fighting between Hong Ying and Zeng Yi, so this does not violate the regulations."
Chen Xin was dumbfounded. With such a soul-fighting post, wasn't it an obvious attempt to trick his apprentice?
"This is too rogue, Old Bones. Did you teach this? You specialize in teaching people how to be shameless?" Because Hong Lingyin is a descendant of Bone Douluo, Chen Xin started to mock without scruples.
Gu Rong couldn't help but darken his face, and immediately said: "Fart, how can I get involved in this junior's matter? Besides, your disciple is making trouble in the sect. Isn't it your fault that you didn't discipline your disciple well? Otherwise , will this happen?"
"Also, your disciple can't beat a few girls, right?"
Hearing this, Chen Xin couldn't help but frown, "Are you kidding? How many girls will my apprentice be unable to defeat? Even if they come together, Zeng Yi can easily defeat them.
When Zeng Yi was in the Soul Sect, he could kill the Soul King. Now that he has been promoted to the Soul Sect, you don't really think that girl Ayane can defeat him, do you? No way? No way? "
Seeing Chen Xin's hateful mocking face, Gu Rong was so angry that she wanted to punch that face.
"It's just that I got lucky and got a bargain. By the way, what does Zeng Yi's ability to kill the Soul King have to do with you? He wasn't your disciple at that time, right? From the time he accepted Zeng Yi as his disciple to now, as a Master, I didn’t even care about it. It’s obvious that he has cultivated the Soul Sect alone, but someone has no effect at all, but he is still complacent about it. This is really funny!" Gu Rong said sarcastically.
Why didn't Zeng Yi give his own name at that time, but instead took the name of this bitch, so that he got an advantage in vain? This is hateful!
Gu Rong looked at Zeng Yi in the audience, her eyes full of lemons.
"Huh? What does this smell like? Who broke the vinegar jar?"
"you......"
The two elders mocked each other around him, and Ning Fengzhi expressed his helplessness.
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On the martial arts stage, the atmosphere also became solemn. Nangong Lin's hot eyes burst out with strong fighting intent, her soul power surged, and four soul rings appeared around her body, shining with brilliance.
Then, a pair of gauntlets appeared on her arms that looked slender but very powerful. The dark arm armor has blood lines flowing on it, like a living creature, full of momentum.
A violent, powerful wind circled around her feet and quickly spread to all sides.
Zeng Yi allowed the strong wind to blow on him, his hair and clothes fluttering. He could feel the momentum coming towards his face. The power within it should not be underestimated.
However, Zeng Yi felt a little inconsistent with the sight of a young girl wearing an armored weapon filled with a sense of power and violence, but this scene had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Nangong Lin, Martial Soul Splitting Sky Arm Armor, a forty-level attack-type battle soul master, please give me your advice!"
Nangong Lin put on a fighting stance, staring directly at Zeng Yi with his fiery gaze, his whole body filled with fanatical fighting spirit, and the smile on his face was almost crazy.
Looking at Nangong Lin's demeanor, Zeng Yi felt that this girl had some mental problems and was probably a fighting madman.
It is really the most difficult to deal with such people, very troublesome.
Zeng Yi was a little helpless, but he still became serious. His originally casual eyes became sharp. He stepped forward with both feet and grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand.
"Zeng Yi, Wuhun Lanqie, a level 43 attack-type battle soul master, please give me your advice!"
The invisible wind began to flow slowly on the stage. Before the battle began, the disciples in the audience felt two different momentums colliding with each other on the stage.
There is a violent sense of power, and the other is the sharpness of the cold.
Ning Fengzhi stared at the two people posing on the stage and announced.
"Soul fighting, start!"
boom--
As Ning Fengzhi's voice mixed with soul power sounded in the venue, Nangong Lin didn't care about anything, he pressed the soles of his feet on the ground with all his strength, and the strong momentum caused the hard stone slabs to crack inch by inch.
As a roar filled with power erupted, Nangong Lin's body rushed straight towards Zeng Yi, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his fanatical eyes stared directly at the opponent's body.
The tyrannical fist pressure enveloped him, and Zeng Yi couldn't help but close his eyes and feel the sounds around him.
The sound of the whistling wind, the subtle sound of blood flowing, the rapid beating of the heart, and the constant sound of breathing.
Feel your breath.
At this moment, the world became quiet. Zeng Yi seemed to be in another world, with a transparent mind and feeling the sounds of all things.
Just when Nangong Lin's attack was approaching, Zeng Yi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his dark eyes shone with light.
The left hand holding the scabbard raised the sword with the thumb, and a silver-white blade was exposed, shining with a cold light.
Flash!
In Nangong Lin's shocked eyes, Zeng Yi's figure disappeared.
Everyone in the venue vaguely saw the fleeting sword light on the stage, and the sword intent was filled with chills.
Nangong Lin stood there blankly, while Zeng Yi appeared five meters behind her.
Holding the sharp blade that shone with silver light in the sunlight, Zeng Yi slowly sheathed it.
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