In the kitchen, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, looked at the surrounding ingredients, and secretly vowed that from today onwards, he must take care of the children's diet and daily life.

He was very relieved that the wind strategy on the training side could be implemented in place. Of course, he will also give some advice once in a while, and make a perfect adjustment to Feng Ce's training plan.

Training every day, endlessly. Sometimes random matchmaking is carried out, one-on-one, two-on-two, or even two-on-three.

Of course, the most common is still running with weights, which can exercise everyone's mind and physical strength.

Although this devilish training is hard, the benefits for them are also very significant.

Yu Xiaogang also gradually improved his cooking skills to perfection.

And Feng Ce, the star chain that connects the Big Dipper, their group soul, who also serves as a bishop, deserves to be their leader.

Due to the fact that absorbing the 10,000-year soul ring required the consumption of a large number of Douluo soul crystals, and Feng Ce did not receive the system task at all during this time, he naturally did not rush to complete the Fighting Soul Field badge.

Three months later.

The devil's training was over, and the people took a seven-day vacation.

The first day of the holiday.

At night, the night sky is bright and the moon and stars are scarce, and there is a handsome silver-haired boy lying on the thatched roof, facing the cool autumn breeze, which is very comfortable.

Looking back on this March, time flies like water. The young man's face was a little less boyish and a little more resolute.

His expression was indifferent, looking at the bright moon, and entering into reverie.

At this time, a fat man with red hair ran back from outside the academy. With a red and swollen face, and looking very anxious, he opened the door and looked left and right to find the person he was looking for.

Finally, he shouted: "Senior brother, where are you, your junior brother, I have been bullied"

"Shout what, I'm up there." Feng Ce closed his eyes and said lightly.

This red-haired fat man was swollen with a pig's head at this time, which had made him lose a lot of weight in the past three months, but now the obvious external force has rebounded.

Ma Hongjun stared at the sky thoughtfully, slightly stunned, "Senior brother, you are in the sky"

"At your head, the roof" Feng Ce was a little speechless.

"Oooh."

Ma Hongjun smiled, and then jumped up and jumped on the roof, crying.

"Senior brother, you have to be the master of your junior brother, you see they beat me, my handsome and dashing face, now even my little fan sisters don't know me"

Feng Ce opened his eyes and looked at it, but he couldn't recognize who this person was without looking at the red hair.

Suddenly, a flash of flint flashed in Feng Ce's mind, and he stood up without asking much and jumped down.

"Let's go, go and settle accounts with him."

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun also jumped down, but his expression was a little worried.

"Senior brother, but he is a soul sect, is it okay for just the two of us?"

Feng Ce's dark eyes flashed, and he nodded, "It should be no problem." ”

"Reliable"

Ma Hongjun was overjoyed, his senior brother said that there was no problem, so he naturally would not question it.

The two walked more than ten meters, and at the corner, they met Tang San and Oscar who were coming out of the kitchen.

Tang San nibbled on the apple, and before he could swallow it, he squirted out as soon as he saw Ma Hongjun.

"Ma Hongjun, why did you become like this?"

"Ghost Tang Third Brother, I was beaten by someone, and my senior brother and I were about to go to him to settle accounts." Ma Hongjun immediately changed his words and replied.

"Who can beat you like this, what's the other party's origin, let's go and support you together" Oscar was indignant on the sidelines, and their friendship has deepened a lot in the past three months.

Ma Hongjun was obviously beaten up this time, and when he heard that so many people cared about him, he couldn't help but pour out his snot and tears about how he was beaten.

This time, he really didn't have an evil fire, but simply wanted to make a girl.

Tang San asked curiously, "Are you saying that person is called unhappy?"

"How do I know, I only know that the old bustard in the grass nest over there makes him unhappy." Ma Hongjun looked innocent.

Oscar was obviously a little excited, "Okay, whether he's depressed or unhappy, let's go to avenge Ma Hongjun." ”

"Don't worry, Xiaoao."

Tang San waved his hand, then turned to Ma Hongjun and asked, "You just said that he is a soul sect, what is his martial soul, can you tell us about it, as the saying goes, know yourself and your opponent, and win all battles?"

"Okay."

Ma Hongjun began to describe in detail

"That's a lewd uncle, his face is black, his teeth are big and white, he is about one meter six tall, his martial soul is very strange, it's not attacking, defensive or speed-based, it feels, it feels"

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun became a little serious, "It feels similar to Tang San's martial soul effect, but the appearance is different." ”

"Control Soul Master, right?"

Tang San used the paper and pen taken out of the soul guide to draw a stickman with a round head, a black face, and bared teeth, marked with one meter six next to it, and the control system.

"Please go ahead and describe his martial spirit."

His martial soul looked like two semi-circular pink hoods, both of which were only the size of steamed buns. This guy brought the martial spirit on his head as soon as he summoned it, and he looked very obscene. When he was fighting me, he let go of two soul skills, one was to make the cover bigger and block my phoenix fire. ”

Ma Hongjun paused for a moment, and continued with palpitations

"There is also a soul skill that uses two covers, one on the left and one on the right, on my chest. The cover was so flexible that I couldn't even pull it off. I just felt tightness in my chest, and then it was like I had a ton of stuff on my body, and I couldn't run. And then he beat me up."

Ma Hongjun depicted it very vividly, this similar thing Tang San seemed to have seen in Xiao Wu.

Tang San drew a pen on the paper, drew a belly for the stickman, and then drew two semicircular covers on his chest.

Succeed with flying colors.

"Does it look like this" Tang San picked up the paper and showed it to everyone.

Ma Hongjun looked at it and pouted, "It's still a little close." ”

"I see."

Tang San suddenly thought, and then took out a pink pen from the soul guide, and quickly painted the two covers pink.

"That's right," Tang San confidently displayed his paintings.

A glimpse of the wind, it is really a soul painter

When Ma Hongjun saw it, he exclaimed, "Yes, yes, that's it"

Oscar snatched the paper and couldn't help but praise, "It's so good to draw Tang San, I didn't expect you to have talent in this area." ”

Tang San held his head high proudly, "It's okay, I learned some when I was a child." ”

After a moment of smugness, Tang San's expression became serious, "If he only released two soul skills, it means that he still has two soul skills that have not been released." ”

"You're scared, Tang San, in fact, senior brother and I can do it, you can go back and rest first." Ma Hongjun said wrongly.

Tang San frowned, then explained, "I mean, he has to compete with him. When the time comes, I'll take him under control, and you'll beat him like crazy, and I won't even know him."

"Okay, then what are we waiting for, hurry up and get on the road."

Ma Hongjun couldn't wait to push the black-faced uncle to the ground and rub it.