Douluo's Golden Saint Cloth

There is a saying that the fat man was beaten really badly.

Not only were the clothes on his body torn in many places, and he looked shabby, but at the same time, his chubby face was completely enlarged, with purple-black bruises on his eye circles, and dried blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Tang San took the fat man's hand and carried him to the cafeteria.

It just so happened that Oscar and Dai Mubai were both there. Without saying a word, Oscar summoned his own big recovery sausage and handed it over.

Ma Hongjun was not polite and ate the sausage in two bites, which made him look better.

"Holy shit, fat man, what did you do?"

Dai Mubai was startled when he saw Ma Hongjun's embarrassed look.

His temper was much hotter than Tang San's, and he stood up from the chair abruptly, his evil eyes gleaming with anger.

Ma Hongjun said with a sad face, "Boss Dai, you have to make the decision for your brother.

You see, they beat me so hard that even my handsome face was distorted.

How will I pick up girls in the future?"

Bai Ge glanced at him: "If you had spent half of your time picking up girls on cultivation, you wouldn't have been beaten to death like this.

A big fist means a big world, and your mind is still full of those things.

I don’t know what you and Flanders have learned? The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

When I supported Rongrong, do you think Flanders dared to say no?"

Ma Hongjun lowered his head and trembled, being trained like a quail.

Oscar tried to smooth things over by saying, "Brother Bai, if you want to discipline the fat man, that's our own business, and it's not the turn of outsiders to interfere.

What is going on, please tell me first."

Ma Hongjun pulled up a chair and sat down, then told what happened.

"I left in the morning and went to Soto City to prepare to solve my evil fire problem.

When I arrived at the place, I really found a golden phoenix in the grass nest.

Just when I was about to call the little girl to solve the problem, who knew that a wretched uncle appeared out of nowhere.

The guy looked to be in his forties, with short hair, and one of his hands was wrapped in gauze, but he insisted on snatching the girl from me.

I asked him at that time, uncle, your hands are like this, why are you still coming out?

What do you think he said? He actually said that I don’t use my hands. I have seen some wretched people, but I have never seen such wretched ones."

Bai Ge couldn't stand it any longer, this guy is such a talent.

Dai Mubai asked: "You started fighting with him later?"

The fat man puffed up his chest and said: "Of course, he has bullied me, how can I still bear it?

Originally I just wanted to drive him away.

Who would have known that this guy is also a soul master, and a fourth-level soul sect.

He beat me up three times, five times, five times and two times, and threw me out of the store.

What I couldn't bear the most was that he actually played my instrument."

When he said the last sentence, the fat man's face turned purple.

Bai Ge stopped talking now.

You're all out to be a prostitute. You can just beat the fat man. Now, isn't it the same as asking the fat man to practice the evil sword technique and the Sunflower Book?

Bai Ge used his mental power to quietly scan the fat man's heartbeat and breathing, and he was indeed not lying.

Ma Hongjun was obviously beaten badly this time, especially the mental blow was very serious.

Baige poured out his words with runny noses and tears, and the four of them frowned as they listened.

Tang San asked: "What's that person's name?"

Ma Hongjun wiped his face with his sleeve, "I heard the madam there called him something unhappy. It probably wasn't his real name."

"Not happy? How dare a Soul Sect bully my brother?

Come on, Fatty, lead the way, let's go take a look now.

Xiao San, Xiao Ao, Xiao Bai, are you three going?"

Dai Mubai could understand the fat man's mood now. He had done this before, but it wasn't until Zhu Zhuqing came that he stopped.

What's more, the fat man was beaten so badly. Although he didn't seem to have any injuries, the man was still badly beaten.

Tang San nodded, "Let's go and have a look together."

Oscar chuckled and said: "Of course I want to go, I want to see who can be more wretched than us fat guys."

As soon as Ma Hongjun heard that the four people were willing to stand up for him, he was overjoyed and said, "Good brother, let's go now. Maybe we can still stop him."

After saying that, he immediately jumped up, turned around and ran outside, as if the injuries on his body no longer hurt.

Dai Mubai grabbed Ma Hongjun and said, "No need to be in a hurry, you have to eat first before you go, so that you can have strength."

By the way, please tell me what the status of that guy's martial spirit is. It is said that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle."

Although the fat man looked anxious, his stomach was really empty, so he sat down again. While everyone was eating dinner, Ma Hongjun told the story of how he was beaten.

"That guy is not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall. He has a dark face, as if he just came out of the coal mine. His martial spirit is very strange. It is not attack, defense or speed type. It feels like,

It feels like..."

The fat man's eyes drifted to Tang San, "It seems to have similar effects to Third Brother's martial spirit, but its appearance is different."

Tang San and Dai Mubai looked at each other and said almost in unison: "Control type soul master?"

The fat man nodded, "It should be from the control system. His martial spirit looks like two semicircular covers. As soon as this guy summons the martial spirit, he puts it on his head. It's disgusting to look at.

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When he fought with me, he used a total of two soul skills. The first soul skill was to enlarge the two covers to block my Phoenix line of fire.

The second soul skill is to use two covers one behind the other to trap my body.

I don’t know what kind of material that cover is made of, and even my phoenix flames can’t destroy it.

He tied me up and wrapped me like a rice dumpling, and then I became his sandbag."

Two pink covers? What kind of martial spirit are these?

Even Tang San, who had studied with the master for many years and was considered very knowledgeable, couldn't figure it out.

Bai Ge's eyes widened and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Good guy, do you have this thing? It actually appears on men?"

After many years, I can’t remember the details of Douluo clearly, but...

Tang San was curious and quietly used the method of transmitting sounds into secrets: "Xiao Bai, do you know?"

Bai Ge had no choice but to reply via Chuanyin: "Well, Xiaosan, I told you, the era I lived in was hundreds of years behind the Ming Dynasty where you live.

This thing, in our era, was a close-fitting clothing for girls. Its function...is similar to the bellyband of your era..."

"Pfft!" After hearing this, Tang San squirted all the water on the fat man.

A delicate face turned red, and her inner strength almost went astray.

There is no way, Tang San, who was born in that era where "men and women should not be intimate with each other", could not compare with Bai Ge, a veteran who had read countless teacher's works.

For Tang San, this impact was really too great.