I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 498 Promise Douluo
He started to practice as soon as he entered the room, as if the great battle just now did not exist.

Flender was still waiting for Chen Feng to tell him something, but there was nothing, so he could only pretend that nothing happened.

This made Zao Wou-Ki extremely suffocating. After holding it for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, he held Flender and asked, "What's the result of the battle in the morning?"

"You didn't go to see it?"

Flender raised his eyes.

"I'm not you. I can fly easily. It's over after rushing over. I only see a large ruin."

Zhao Wuji said depressedly.

This is also where Douluo Continent fucked up. If it wasn't for flying martial souls, such as birds, butterflies, bats, etc., it would be difficult for others to fly before the soul sage.

Even if he reaches the level of Soul Sage, he can only fly short distances and low altitudes. If he wants to really cross the void, even a Titled Douluo cannot do it.

Therefore, without a special spirit or other means, you can only run on the ground or fly at low altitude and short distances.

So Zao Wou-ki's speed was relatively slow, and he couldn't catch up to the fighting place as quickly as Flender.

"Tie."

Flender spat out two words, "They are tied, you should be convinced now, right?"

"It's even a tie with Sword Douluo!"

Zhao Wou-ki's eyes widened, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "I'm really awesome, I don't feel wronged at all when I lost to him."

Flender's lips moved, and he really wanted to say that Chen Feng, who ran out evenly, took advantage of Jian Douluo's lack of speed.

But he doesn't seem to have anything to refute. It is also a skill to make a Super Douluo exhausted and unable to fight.

"I didn't expect that there would be a Super Douluo in our Shrek Academy. Who are we afraid of when we go out in the future?"

Zhao Wuji smirked.

"I think you'd better not talk too much, keep a low profile."

Flender shook his head, he thought of Sword Douluo's darkened face, chasing all over the mountains and plains but unable to hit Chen Feng's depression.

If Zhao Wuji really wanted to mention Chen Feng in front of Jian Douluo, he might be hurt.

"Well, it makes sense, keep a low profile, I'm a soul sage and I haven't gone out to talk nonsense."

Zhao Wou-ki thought it was right, nodded, whistled and left.

The next day, when Chen Feng was in class again, Ning Rongrong came over and directly bowed: "Teacher, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, did it change so quickly?

He glanced at Ning Rongrong's eyes, the circles of the other party's eyes were a little red, there was no deceit in the eyes, they were indeed sincerely admitting their mistakes.

"Did that fellow Flender teach this girl a lesson?"

Chen Feng thoughtfully, and simply nodded: "Join the team, and ask other people if you don't understand."

"Thank you, teacher."

Ning Rongrong bowed again before returning to the queue.

Chen Feng glanced at the distance, and said with a curved corner of his mouth: "Let's start now."

He didn't ignore Ning Rongrong this time, he taught everything that should be taught, and he was the first to disappear after class.

In the distance, Jian Douluo saw Chen Feng disappearing, subconsciously felt that Chen Feng might come.

Sure enough, he patted his shoulder, and Chen Feng's playful voice reached his ears: "Morning, Lao Jian, are you watching if I will target your little baby again?"

"My surname is Chen, not Jian!"

Jian Douluo turned around, looked at Chen Feng who was close at hand, and felt the urge to flatten him.

"Aren't you Sword Douluo? Is it normal to call you an old sword? If you don't like being too old, I can teach you a small sword."

Chen Feng smiled and spoke in an old-fashioned way.

To be honest, this Sword Douluo looks like an old man with gray hair, but he is actually only in his 70s, which is considered young among Title Douluo.

For example, Qian Daoliu is an old guy. He is now in his 150s, and the key is that someone else's son was born in his 90s. In this way, Sword Douluo is really young, and he can still marry a wife.

Even in front of him, Sword Douluo is not as old as him, but he is over 100 years old.

"My name is Chen Xin!" Jian Douluo emphasized his tone, he felt that the other party was teasing the word "sword".

"Isn't sword your title? The old sword doesn't like it, and the little sword doesn't like it either. What kind of sword do you want?"

Chen Feng was a little strange, "Then let's call you Sword Douluo."

Jian Douluo suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said lightly: "What is your title?"

"I?"

Chen Feng froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "I just made a breakthrough, and I haven't got a title yet."

"You can take one, such as Fengdouluo."

Sword Douluo proposed.

"Not nice."

Chen Feng shook his head, thought for a while and said, "If you want to take it, it should be called Wuji Douluo. Does it sound very powerful?"

"The Promise Douluo?"

Jian Douluo tasted it: "It's really good, does it mean there is no limit?"

"Basically, the main reason is that my martial soul is called Wuji."

Chen Feng said calmly, he didn't care too much about the title or something.

"Are you referring to that sword, or another martial soul?"

Jian Douluo moved his eyes and subconsciously asked.

"sword?"

Chen Feng laughed strangely and said: "Wuji Sword will surpass your Seven Killing Sword in the future, become the number one attacking martial soul in the world, and defeat all the other number ones in the world."

Jian Douluo was slightly distracted when he heard that, and he took a deep look at Chen Feng: "As long as you have the ability, the number one in the world is naturally yours. But I don't think your martial spirit is very powerful. If you want to fight for the number one in the world, you should It's worse."

"Don't worry, it still has to grow, doesn't it?"

Chen Feng has a plan in mind, he fuses the Seven Killing Sword, and puts nine 10-year spirit rings on it. He doesn't believe that he can't beat such spirits as Clear Sky Hammer and Seraphim.

"I hope, if you can really do it, I, Chen Xin, respect you as the master of swordsmanship."

Jian Douluo said something seriously.

"Okay, I'll wait for that day."

Chen Feng glanced at Jian Douluo unexpectedly, stopped talking about it, and jokingly said: "You came here today not just to see Ning Rongrong and ask me what my title is?"

Jian Douluo's eyes changed slightly, unexpectedly this person saw something unusual, he snorted: "Fight with me if you have time, I won't use the ninth spirit ring, and you don't want to run around either."

Of course, this is his excuse.

In fact, he wanted to investigate the origin of Chen Feng, but unfortunately, according to his understanding, Chen Feng just appeared out of thin air, and he couldn't find any clues at all.

Wanting to confirm that this person has something to do with the one who was secretly hunted down by the Wuhun Palace back then, there are still too many things missing, and I am afraid that only Qian Daoliu can come to confirm in person.

But he doesn't have a good relationship with Wuhundian, so naturally he won't take the initiative to say anything.

"Fine, as long as you don't use the power of the ninth spirit ring, I really don't need to hide here and there."

Chen Feng doesn't care if the other party has other goals, he has a free sparring partner and can draw red envelopes, he is simply a big fat sheep delivered to his door.

Wouldn't he be sorry for himself if he didn't squeeze the wool a few times?

"Come on, old place!"

Sword Douluo turned into a beam of sword light, and rushed to the place where Chen Feng fought yesterday, where Chen Feng moved them, and it was tens of miles away from Shrek Academy.

When he arrived, Chen Feng was waiting for him with folded arms, his leisurely appearance displeased him, so he immediately attacked with his sword.

Chen Feng really didn't hide this time, he urged the sword martial soul, merged with the Wuji sword and fought together, the sword energy collided, both sides were learning from each other, and at the same time comprehended their own swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)