The Great Arena.

Venue.

The silence of the whole wave of death.

100,000 Year Soul Ring.

Bronze Fighting Spirit Badge, right?

Such a person, don't you go directly to the golden venue?

"We ...... Admit defeat. ”

Four simple words.

It took all the strength of the cat-and-mouse combination to say it.

In the face of the 100,000-year soul ring, they can still speak, which is already very good.

Of course, this is also the result of Lin Feng's coercion not locking.

The host was still stunned on the hanging platform.

Dark horse.

A dark horse with a striped stripe.

100,000 Year Soul Ring.

He had despised such a being before.

He even turned on a cheap face and asked people if they admit defeat.

With this strength, do you still need to admit defeat?

Properly walk sideways in the Great Fighting Arena.

The audience was still quiet.

This was the first time they had seen a 100,000-year soul ring.

The powerful impact is nothing more than a beautiful woman standing in front of her, with an unobstructed view.

"Soul King, it's too powerful."

"Horror."

"Damn, how can there be such a person? What is he doing in the Great Fighting Arena? ”

A series of exclamations rang out.

Everyone turned against each other in an instant, and the people who supported the cat-and-mouse combination before all turned around to support Lin Feng.

"Hey, aren't you going to pronounce the sentence yet?"

Lin Feng's voice was indifferent, and his eyes glanced at the host fiercely.

He's in this big arena.

Before the Golden Fighting Spirit Badge.

It seems that there is no need to fight.

Unless the other side doesn't have long eyes, look for abuse.

"In a two-man battle, the Fengrong combination wins."

"Yay!"

"I'll just say, the Fengrong combination will win."

Some people are starting to lose face.

His voice instantly drew countless disdainful glances.

I don't know it yet.

The man chuckled stupidly.

I bet on the right one before.

Ten times the odds.

Blood earned.

Ning Rongrong looked at Lin Feng's back.

She suddenly felt a bit like a pendant.

Not even a pendant.

She held the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and the light emitted reflected her, which was extremely beautiful.

It's a pity that Lin Feng still didn't look at him.

In his opinion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect could be appreciated by him.

It's their pleasure.

Ning Rongrong can be taken to become a god, which is her greatest luck.

"Let's go."

Lin Feng coldly spit out a word.

Walk towards the stage.

One win.

……

Lounge area.

Lin Feng sat on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

In fact, he wanted to fight continuously.

However, during this time, it is a mandatory break.

Ning Rongrong sat opposite, keeping a distance from Lin Feng.

It's not that she doesn't want to step forward, but there really is no distance.

Squeak –

Soon the door opened.

Dai Mubai walked out with a relaxed face.

Behind him is Oscar.

The moment Oscar saw Ning Rongrong, a smile instantly appeared on his face.

Originally, Ning Rongrong appreciated him.

But the moment Lin Feng appeared, this appreciation vanished.

"Where's Zhuqing?"

"I don't know."

Oscar shook his head.

Dai Mubai's gaze shifted to Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng closed his eyes and recuperated, and he didn't mean to pay attention to him at all.

"Zhu Zhuqing has a solo battle, the second game."

Xiao Wu pushed open the door and walked in.

She pouted and subconsciously glanced at Lin Feng.

The audience did not speak.

Dai Mubai sighed.

Absolutely.

Is Zhu Zhuqing masochistic?

Solo battles can be fought without breaks.

But doesn't she need to regain her soul power?

How did she finish her team fight?

Dai Mubai asked her to form a team, but she didn't agree at all.

Tang San couldn't either.

Xiao Wu was also rejected.

The only two auxiliary soul masters, don't even think about it.

The eyes of the audience were focused on Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng didn't mean to speak at all.

The host's voice outside is still loud.

"In the second single battle, Zhu Zhu won the victory."

"Two wins in a row."

Zhu Zhuqing walked down the venue with slender steps.

But her eyes were on the lounge.

How she wished that Lin Feng would come to her and team up with her.

But is this realistic?

When she thought about it, she thought it was ridiculous.

The person he liked was His Holiness the Pope Bibi Dong.

She's a?

She was a familiar stranger in his heart at best.

Zhu Zhuqing walked to the counter again.

Put the Bronze Fighting Spirit Badge on it and continue to save your life.

This time, even the front desk lady hesitated.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

"Go on."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold.

She seemed to have no emotion at this time.

She's the machine.

She wants to be Lin Feng's help.

He just needs her strength.

Lounge.

When I heard the next radio sound, I was blinded directly.

Dai Mubai stared stupidly.

At this time, Lin Feng's eyes also opened.

Zhu Zhuqing signed up again.

Does she want to die?

In two consecutive battles, how much more can she win with her soul power?

Lin Feng's eyes flickered.

But soon he continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

"I'm going to fight solo."

Finally, Xiao Wu couldn't stand it anymore.

She jerked to her feet and ran outside.

Tang San followed.

If the rest time of team battles is too long, it can be interspersed with solo battles.

In this way, the time allocation is reasonable and efficient.

The two auxiliary soul masters sat in their chairs, at a loss.

They don't need to fight solo.

It is enough to stop hugging your thighs all the way.

Especially Ning Rongrong.

Her thighs are thick and powerful enough.

"Zhu Zhuqing, three consecutive wins."

The presenter's voice rang out.

The audience burst into exclamations.

Three minutes later, the break room door opened.

Zhu Zhuqing walked in, she glanced at Lin Feng weakly, and sat in a corner to recover her soul power.

Her sleeve was slightly torn, but she was not injured.

She is proud of her stature, even when sitting.

Dai Mubai's eyes couldn't help but keep looking.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing frowned, and her eyes opened with cold eyes.

"I'll continue."

In just three words, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Stop."

At this moment, Lin Feng spoke up.

An extremely domineering voice, without any sense of disobedience.

Zhu Zhuqing's movements froze, and she turned her back to Lin Feng.

The arc is amazing.

Her figure is even more bewitching than Bibi Dong.

But the temperament is far inferior.

"Have you recovered your soul power? Go on. ”

"I don't."

Zhu Zhuqing stubbornly clenched his fists and remained motionless.

"I repeat, restore soul power."

"Don't."

Zhu Zhuqing still disagreed.

As soon as she sat down, Dai Mubai looked at her.

How could she stand it?

Being watched by others in front of the people she likes is a great insult to her.

She would rather not regain her soul power.

She'd rather not have a winning streak.

Finally, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Dai Mubai.

There was a mocking smile in his eyes.

"Get out."

There are only two words, but the domineering contained is self-evident.

This is Lin Feng.

A word for money.

Zhu Zhuqing's posture trembled.

She turned around weakly and looked at Lin Feng pitifully.

"I'll say it one last time, get out."

"You ......"

Dai Mubai clenched his fist.

The unwillingness in his heart at this time reached its peak.

Why?

Why should I listen to him?

He and Lin Feng looked at each other, their eyes silently turning red.

The killing intent was already in his heart, surging and roaring.

The hatred of taking a wife.

Nirvana.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the door.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

This planting, he admitted.