in the venue.

After that, Lin Feng and Zhu Zhuqing fought against each other.

The audience cheered.

The host's mood was very excited.

But the people who fought were unusually calm.

"Lin Feng fought against Zhu Zhuqing and opened the martial spirit."

The host let out a loud shout, and the suspended platform began to rise.

The audience lit up instantly.

Everything in the venue shook the crowd.

They're even crazier.

Ten wins in a row, against the double of a two-man battle.

It's also full of anticipation.

There are also many people who support Zhu Zhuqing.

But more of them are on Lin Feng's side.

After all, the strength of the Soul King represents absolute crushing.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lin Feng.

Almost instantly, a breath of blood filled the scene.

The coercion of the Soul King shrouded Zhu Zhuqing's body.

She didn't even open the martial spirit.

"I recognize ......"

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Yes."

Zhu Zhuqing immediately spoke up, and her voice of wanting to admit defeat was interrupted.

"Who told you to throw in the towel?"

Lin Feng continued to speak.

But there was a terrible silence in his voice.

As always, it is domineering and cannot be refuted.

Even Bibi Dong, here, the domineering power on his body is not as good as him.

In the last life, Lin Feng was born standing at the top of the pyramid.

No one was convinced.

In this life, the martial soul is directly god-level.

Still.

In terms of talent, he has a strong self-confidence.

is still lawless, and no one is convinced.

"I won't let you throw in the towel, how dare you?"

Whoosh –

Almost instantly, Lin Feng rushed out.

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils twitched, and she hadn't reacted yet.

I felt my body lean over and fall heavily on the ground.

In an instant, her throat was so sweet that she almost didn't vomit blood.

"Lin Feng."

Zhu Zhuqing stood up, she looked at Lin Feng weakly.

None of her soul power was working.

The audience was stunned.

What's going on?

Do the two know each other?

Zhu Zhuqing has won ten games in a row, and he is about to lose?

In an instant, the person who bet on Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but sigh.

Lost.

Golden Soul Coins, gone.

"Strike at me, here we are the enemy."

"I don't."

Zhu Zhuqing shook his head stubbornly.

Lin Feng didn't let her admit defeat.

She won't throw in the towel

But she couldn't make a move on Lin Feng either.

Lin Feng was kind to her.

She also liked him.

How could she be ungrateful to him?

The venue became inexplicably serious.

Spectators.

Dai Mubai stood here.

A flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhuqing's affection for Lin Feng was already so deep.

It was unexpected.

Why exactly?

How long have the two known each other?

Zhu Zhuqing has fallen in love with him completely?

Dai Mubai didn't believe it in his heart.

But the facts also made him have to believe it.

"Lin Feng, you forced me."

Dai Mubai waved his hand violently and walked outside.

He can't do it himself.

But that doesn't mean others can't kill him.

In Shadowstream, anyone can be killed as long as they have money.

"Thirty seconds countdown."

The host spoke up immediately.

Generally, soul masters fight, only in an instant, winning and losing.

But if people don't fight, what can they do?

"I throw in the towel."

Finally, a voice rang out.

Lin Feng turned around and walked towards the audience.

He had long wanted to throw in the towel.

But Zhu Zhuqing didn't make a move, and he couldn't act.

"In the single battle, Zhu Zhuqing won, eleven consecutive victories."

Rumble.

The audience exploded instantly.

Lin Feng lost?

How is this possible?

Why did he throw in the towel?

Almost everyone had most of their belongings on him.

The person who is pressing Zhu Zhuqing now, isn't it blood?

Traders.

The trading of the red stripes.

"Complain, I want to complain."

"Match-fixing, match-fixing."

In an instant, many people stood up and began to roar.

Lin Feng's pace of walking was a stand.

His gaze instantly became smashed.

"If anyone doesn't want to, they can come to me."

"If you're not afraid of death."

Rumble.

The last sentence instantly shocked the audience.

If you are not afraid of death.

This is also too overbearing.

Is this still human?

How could he do that?

Still unreasonable?

But then, no one in the audience dared to speak out.

They just quietly watched Lin Feng walk off the stage.

Want to die?

Offend the Soul King, and they won't even have a bone left.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lin Feng's back.

She couldn't wait to run down.

But at this moment, her heart is full of sweetness.

Lin Feng would admit defeat.

But this person turned out to be because of her.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed his mouth and smiled extraordinarily sweetly.

She suddenly found that Lin Feng was not so cold.

The people are still super nice.

She immediately ran two steps quickly, walked to the backstage, and caught up with Lin Feng's pace.

"Thank you."

"It's fine."

Lin Feng glanced at her, but didn't take a second look.

He walked towards the counter.

The same is true for Zhu Zhuqing.

Although she followed Lin Feng's palm.

But she felt that the palm had turned into sweetness and contained it in her heart.

"Rest."

"Okay!"

Zhu Zhuqing weakly agreed and walked to the lounge.

Whatever Lin Feng says is what it is.

She won't argue.

She also doesn't know when it started.

She had already taken Lin Feng's thoughts as her own.

In front of the counter.

Lin Feng threw out the bronze fighting spirit badge.

"Ten in a row."

"Yes."

The front desk lady immediately agreed.

Do they dare to refute it?

Three days.

They had already learned about Lin Feng's domineering.

Say yes.

……

Soto City.

A hidden teahouse.

Dai Mubai walked inside with a mask.

He stroked the ring and came with a heavy load.

Lin Feng will die.

He stood at the counter.

Syllable.

Ten bags of Golden Soul Coins, neatly listed.

"Goals, levels?"

The fat boss spoke up.

His voice was murderous, dark, hoarse.

His eyes were remarkably calm.

He has calluses on his hands, and he is a tough guy.

His cloudy gaze was shining brightly at this moment.

The people of the shadow stream are only excited and enthusiastic when they take on the task.

"Soul King, Shrek disciple, Lin Feng."

"Who?"

The fat boss's voice trembled wildly.

His eyes became cloudy again, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down.

Lin Feng?

His fingers couldn't stop shaking.

It was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The day before yesterday.

The leader has been proclaimed at headquarters.

On the blank white list for ten years, there is a person.

Lin Feng.

White list.

The taboo of the shadow stream is that he must not take on any tasks about this person.

For a whole decade, the white list was dispatched again.

Or the leader himself below.

Anyone in the shadow stream, no branch is extremely forbidden.

The name of the previous white list was Bibi Dong.

This one is Lin Feng.

This shows that Lin Feng is more dangerous than Bibi Dong.

Because Bibi Dong has already been off the list.

And Lin Feng is on the list.

"No."

The fat boss said lightly, but his voice was not as flat as he imagined.

Syllable.

Another money bag smashed on the counter.

Dai Mubai had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was arrogant.

He was proud.

He has capital.

Money is his capital, and he is never short of money.

Lin Feng will die.

And died under his mission.

The fat boss's gaze swept over the money bag, and he spit out two cold words again.

"No."