Fengming Douluo

On the ring, Jingling only had a pile of scattered and broken bones. Not to mention Ma Hongjun frowned. Shui Bing'er, Tang San and others were also taken aback. The scene was a little frightening, but no one thought he was dead.

"If you look carefully, you can understand why I said his defensive power has exploded." Liu Qingxuan smiled slightly.

"Qingxuan, can Jingling still reorganize like this?" Shui Bing'er was surprised, this person only had bones on the ground, and there was no flesh and blood flying around, obviously something abnormal.

All the way to escape, she and Ma Hongjun have already been quite experienced in hacking people. Even if Tang Chen's combat power is no longer on the table, it is impossible to directly beat people with only a bunch of bones.

"Kacha, Kacha, Kacha!"

There was a clicking sound, and the bone frames scattered on the ground were dragged by a mysterious force, and they regrouped in the blink of an eye, turning into the previous skeleton frame and stood up.

"Binger, your mouth is not open, right." Ma Hongjun shrugged, looking helpless.

Shui Bing'er gave Ma Hongjun a look, "It's yours, your mouth is opened. This is obviously the effect of other people's spirit skills, but you didn't see it."

The bone skeleton turned into an afterimage and disappeared, and the banging metal collision sounded once again over the Shrek Academy's playground.

The air roared and the ring trembled. Jingling's offensive was obviously much stronger than before. Under this violent offensive, Tang Chen's Martial Soul broke the spear in his hand, and it was no longer enough to withstand the attack of the skeleton.

"The first soul ability, shock!"

"Second spirit ability, crack!"

"The third spirit ability, burst!"

Tang Chen burst into tears, his body's spirit ring flashing alternately, three spirit abilities were used by him one after another, the rusty broken spear in his hand, the spear tip bloomed with bright silver light.

A little cold flashed, and then the gun shot out like a dragon, like an antelope with horns. The bones and skeletons were beaten and scattered to the ground by him again and again, and they rushed towards him after regrouping again and again.

"Is this person going to die?" Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help frowning.

Mo Ziyuan shook his head, "This is his third spirit ability, the effect of frantic fighting."

"I only see ghosts, but no people. Spirit power and spirit abilities can be activated silently. If there is an auxiliary spirit master in the opponent's camp, it is simply impossible to guard against." Oscar couldn't help but Said, fortunately Jingling and them are not enemies.

The purple rays of Dai Mubai's eyes flickered, and the four pupils revolved, clearly capturing Jingling's figure on the stage.

Fortunately, his heavy pupils can clearly see through Jingling's movements, and his little cat's speed is faster than Jingling's, and it is even more weird.

Thinking like this, Dai Mubai turned to look at the eyes of Ma Hongjun and Shui Bing'er, and couldn't help but said, "Xiaojun, Bingbing, what's the matter with your eyes? How do I feel that there are double shadows in your eyes? You should Doesn't it become a double pupil?"

In fact, he had already discovered this when they opened the purple magic pupil before, but the ghost image was more illusory, making him a little uncertain.

Tang San, Xiao Wu and the others also saw the ghostly shadows in the eyes of Ma Hongjun and Shui Bing'er. After hearing Dai Mubai's words, they all looked curiously into their eyes.

"It's not the double pupil, I'll talk about it when I go back." Ma Hongjun looked helpless, and the grandmother was really true, so she didn't tell him clearly.

"Snee!"

In the middle of the Southwest Forest, in a peaceful, quiet, flower-filled valley, a colorful rooster sleeping in a nest on an ancient tree suddenly sneezed, then turned over and continued to sleep. .

Tang San and the others nodded, knowing that people are so messy at this moment, it's really not the place to talk.

At this moment Mo Ziyuan said suddenly, "Jingling is not afraid of death, but doesn't want to give up this opportunity, alas... we are all the same, no one wants to lose."

"Ziyuan is right, you eight monsters are too good to be able to compete with you, what an honor would it be? And no one wants to be a part of you, become Shrek nine monsters, ten monsters, Eleven monsters..." Liu Qingxuan's voice was long, and the eyes of Tang San and others were full of envy, especially when he looked at Ma Hongjun, there was a deep admiration in his clear eyes.

It was this handsome boy who was several years younger than him. Not only did he change his fate and help him break the curse, he was also the best and most powerful one in the Shrek Eight Monsters. How could he not worship such a person?

The topic suddenly became a bit heavy. Ma Hongjun laughed, patted Liu Qingxuan and Mo Ziyuan, and laughed, "Don't be scornful. Your Martial Soul is a rare entity in the world, Martial Soul, which is born a big step ahead of others. Good cultivation, Bufan will surely become Bufan in the future."

Mo Ziyuan and Liu Qingxuan smiled bitterly and shook their heads, "Don't comfort us. Innate's spirit power is only half level. This is obviously a sign of waste Martial Soul. How can we have any great achievements? Now we can continue cultivation and do Your substitutes participate in the Soul Master Competition, and I am already satisfied."

"Me too." Mo Ziyuan echoed.

Ma Hongjun smiled, "I comfort you? You think too much. Can waste Martial Soul beat Tyrone and Huang Yuan like that? Waste Martial Soul can make Jingling so desperately?" Tang Chen who broke up.

"This!" Mo Ziyuan and Liu Qingxuan were startled.

"Think about it. What Realm does the soul master need to cultivate before Martial Soul can be turned into an entity? What is it that you are a big step ahead of others if you are not Innate? It's just." Ma Hongjun said slightly, "Just take it. As far as Ziyuan is concerned, he is not strong enough to be able to possess Martial Soul. And Qingxuan, you are born with the spirit body, this is the Martial Soul body that can only be obtained when the soul master is cultivation to the title of soul saint. . You said, you are not a big step ahead of other Innate, what is it?"

"Really? Then why are our Innate spirit power only half level?" Liu Qingxuan and Mo Ziyuan were a little dazed. If according to Ma Hongjun's words, their Innate soul power should be at least full soul power, right?

"Then you can tell me, what is the level of spirit power today related to?" Ma Hongjun asked.

Mo Ziyuan said, "Teacher Shao once said in class that, according to the master's research, the level of Innate's soul power is proportional to the quality of Martial Soul and one's own physique."

"So it's our own physique?" Liu Qingxuan wondered.

Ma Hongjun said, "Yes. I will take Rongrong and Yuanhuang as examples to explain to you. You should also know our unique Martial Soul theory by now. The core members of the Rongrong family, Martial Soul, are almost all Qibao glazed towers. But not all the Innate soul power of the Qibao Glazed Glass Tower Soul Master is as high as hers. Similarly, the Martial Soul of the Yuan Emperor is just an ordinary big sausage, but he is full of soul power. The reason is that the inner spirit of our college is stronger than ordinary people, so when Martial Soul awakens, his inner abundant energy allows him to have Innate full soul power. And you are different, you are Martial Soul Innate is of high quality, but its own body is not good. Meridians are slender and weak, and the inner energy is not enough. When Martial Soul awakens, Martial Soul cannot support your complete awakening, so it becomes the way it was before."

"So we still can't do it, right?" Liu Qingxuan smiled bitterly.

Ma Hongjun said, "No. Before you made a breakthrough, you can think so. But after you have undergone changes in your menstruation and marrow, your physique has returned to normal, and you are already a true genius."

Mo Ziyuan was stunned, and said suddenly, "I only understand what you have done for us now. Hong Jun, I have decided, and I will follow you in the future. I hope you don't dislike it, Brother Jun." Hongjun a cupped fist, knelt on one knee.

"Brother Jun, me too." Liu Qingxuan also suddenly realized that, just like Mo Ziyuan, he fell on one knee and knelt in front of Ma Hongjun.

"...What are you doing, get up quickly. I'll explain it to you, but I just hope you don't slander yourself, and let you follow me, don't do this, get up quickly." Ma Hongjun was speechless and wanted Pulling up the two of them, fortunately, there are a lot of people on their side now, and there are many people blocking them. The other Shrek students cannot see Mo Ziyuan and Liu Qingxuan kneeling on the ground, otherwise it might be another uproar, which does not suit him. Ma Hongjun's low-key life style.

"If you don't accept us, we won't get up." Liu Mo said.

"You guys..." Ma Hongjun was helpless.

"Xiaojun, just accept them. You see that Xiaosan already has a follower, and you have to find a few followers as a senior." Oscar said quickly with a smile. He didn't want Ma Hongjun to refuse like that. NS.

"Yes, Xiaojun, after this time of contact, Ziyuan and Qingxuan are both pretty good, so you can accept them." Dai Mubai agreed, and he also didn't want Ma Hongjun to refuse like that. . What a great opportunity to collect two powerful and talented followers in vain.

"Jun, take them." Shui Binger said.

"Brother,..."

"elder brother,……"

"Brother Jun,..."

"..."

Everyone agrees.

"Well, I agree, and you will be my brother Ma Hongjun from now on. Get up quickly, let others see how bad it is, get up quickly." Ma Hongjun nodded helplessly and pulled the two up.

"Brother Jun!"

"Brother Jun!"

Mo Ziyuan and Liu Qingxuan said with a smile, their expressions excited, and they didn't get rid of them anymore.

"Well, brother." Ma Hongjun said.

Everyone was happy for Ma Hongjun, but they didn't mention Tang Chen tacitly. After all, he was Tang San's cousin. What he thought was up to him.

...

On the ring, more than half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, Jingling finally lost his energy, and could no longer maintain the form of a skeleton, and was defeated.

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There was something in the morning, and this chapter is relatively late, so I will fight for another chapter.

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