Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Vinegar of a Certain Holy Son!
Feng Xi felt that it was better not to disturb them at this time, so he quietly went to the gambling counter.
Before the game, Feng Xi handed Oscar a hundred gold soul coins and asked him to help him buy her to win, which should have turned over a lot now.
Sure enough, when I came to the gambling counter, I found that the odds of my game were 1:10, that is, my one hundred gold soul coins had multiplied tenfold, becoming one thousand gold soul coins, which was simply a doubling of my earnings.
After settling the account, under the leadership of Dai Mubai, the group came to the two-V-two competition area.
"Wow, there are more people here than in the one-V-one competition area!" Xiao Wu said as she looked at the competition area in front of her, which was several times more lively.
"That's because it's all two-on-two doubles matches here, which are much more exciting than one-on-one matches in comparison, and there are occasional soul masters from the auxiliary system here, but there are fewer of them, and there are more combinations of control and strong attack systems. Dai Mubai, who was walking in front, explained.
The first game was the match between Feng Xi and Dai Mubai.
And their opponents are a pair of brothers, one named Aoyama is the control system martial soul thorn vine, and the other is called Qingfeng is the strong attack system martial soul silver wolf.
Both of them are thirty-five-level Great Soul Masters, and their strength is comparable to that of Feng Xi and Dai Mubai.
"Brother Dai, how will you go on your own?" said in Dai Mubai's ear.
Dai Mubai was startled by Feng Xi who suddenly came over, and then saw Feng Xixi's perfect face up close, and blushed uncontrollably.
Zhu Zhuqing, who was on the audience, saw this picture, snorted coldly, and stopped looking at Dai Mubai.
On the other side, in a certain VIP room, a young man in a blue costume saw the action just now, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his smile was full of danger, and his ice blue eyes were staring closely at the two people who seemed to be intimate on the field.
And the entourage around him silently reduced his sense of existence, because he knew that once his master showed such a smile, it meant that he was in a bad mood, and once he was in a bad mood, then someone would be unlucky.
"Master......" the attendant called the young man cautiously.
"Tell the director of the Fighting Arena to get out of the solo game and arrange me with the teenager next to the purple-haired girl. The boy said slowly, without a trace of emotional fluctuation in his voice.
"Yes, my subordinates will do it!" said the attendant in a serious tone.
After all, the retinue knew how uncertain the temperament of the master who was the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall was.
If you are slow to answer, maybe the anger of His Highness the Holy Son will all come towards him.
However, what the entourage couldn't understand was why His Highness the Holy Son, who was obviously in a good mood, could suddenly be so angry?
Could it have something to do with the blonde boy?
The entourage shook his cranky head, how could the master's mind be guessed by a person of his status, not to mention that even His Royal Highness the Holy Son's mind was praised by His Majesty the Pope and said that it was as careful as a hair.
After completing the things Ye Feng explained, the entourage returned to Ye Feng's side again, "Your Highness, it has been arranged." The attendant said tremblingly.
Ye Feng didn't speak immediately, and the entourage didn't dare to stand up without Ye Feng's instructions, so he kept a saluting posture there.
"Well, you go first. Ye Feng said slowly, and there was still no emotion in his voice.
"Yes. The attendant walked out of the VIP room with a sigh of relief.
Feng Xixi, who was preparing to fight on the fighting arena, didn't know that because of his unintentional move, the two of them had a misunderstanding.
And Dai Mubai, who was carefully observing his opponent, had no premonition at all that he would face what a terrible enemy he would face tomorrow and what kind of hardships he would suffer, and the culprit of all this was Feng Xixi's unintentional move just now.
It was at the beginning of the game that the two brothers on the opposite side showed their soul rings one after another, and launched a fierce attack on Feng Xi and Dai Mubai.
And when Feng Xi saw such an attack, a purple soul ring slowly lit up on his body.
"It's a thousand-year soul ring! I actually used a thousand-year soul ring as soon as I came on the field. ”
Someone in the audience exclaimed.
Many of them have watched the last game of Feng Xi, and they all subconsciously think that this soul skill of Feng Xi must be an offensive soul skill with super attack power.
In front of everyone's eyes, the soul skill displayed by the wind fell on Dai Mubai's body, and the momentum on Dai Mubai's body increased several times in an instant.
"Third brother, this should be the second soul technique, right?" asked Xiao Wu.
"It should be, I used it when I was fighting against Teacher Zhao before, but it's just ......," Tang San said slowly.
"But what?" Xiao Wu asked again.
"It's just that the last time Xi Xi used this trick to increase his speed and resist Teacher Zhao's soul skill attack, this time it was directly used on Brother Dai's body. Tang San said seriously.
"Look at Brother Dai. Ning Rongrong, who had been watching the battle silently before, suddenly said.