Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 615 Depressed Dai Mubai

"boom!"

The Soul Fighting Platform shook violently under this blow. With the splash of stones and golden flames, a deep pit with a radius of more than ten meters appeared where Ma Hongjun landed. The extremely high temperature burned the surrounding stones. It melted into a liquid form, forming a small magma pool.

"Succeeded!"

Dai Mubai's figure rushed through the smoke and dust generated by the explosion, his huge bloody tiger claws tore through the air, and a heavy slash was about to fall on Ma Hongjun's head.

boom! !

The powerful phoenix flame burst out instantly, and the loud phoenix cry instantly suppressed the voices of thousands of spectators in the venue.

A strong phoenix-shaped flame spurted out from the ground, taking Ma Hongjun's body into the air instantly.

The entire Soul Fighting Platform was completely covered in flames.

The terrifying golden flames carried unimaginable impact, which made Dai Mubai have to retreat several meters, and then he barely recovered. Even so, his hands were still numb.

The flaming phoenix rushed straight into tens of meters, its golden phoenix wings stretched out in the air, the fourth soul ring flickered, and the golden flame turned into a rain of magma that filled the sky, covering the entire soul fighting platform.

Most of the magma balls were concentrated on Dai Mubai, who was standing at the edge of the field.

In the magma rain, Dai Mubai did not dodge, his fourth soul ring shone brightly, and the white tiger meteors, which were smaller than the magma ball, flew upwards and crashed into the magma ball.

At this moment, it was as if thunder from the sky stirred up the earth's fire, and explosions exploded in mid-air.

A large amount of smoke and dust swept up, completely obscuring Dai Mubai's sight.

Dai Mubai's heart skipped a beat. He sensed the fierce threat high in the sky and wanted to stay away from the place.

The huge fire phoenix tore through the smoke and dust of the explosion, and in an instant, it struck in front of Dai Mubai.

In a hurry, Dai Mubai could only inject all his soul power into the two major soul skills of White Tiger Body Barrier and White Tiger Shura Transformation, opening a "blood barrier" on the surface of his body.

A horrifying shattering sound suddenly sounded. In Dai Mubai's shocked eyes, the "blood barrier" could not even hold on for a second. It was first covered with cracks and then exploded.

Dai Mubai instinctively covered his chest with his arms.

"boom!"

Like a baseball being hit, Dai Mubai's body flew high back, and the high-temperature wind blew across both sides of his face.

"Kachacha..."

After falling to the ground, starting from his feet, a large pit full of cracks appeared. It was only then that Dai Mubai completely resolved the impact.

His arms were dripping with blood now, and his skin exuded a burnt smell.

"Unfortunately, player Dai Mubai left the scope of the Soul Fighting Stage, so the winner of this match is Evil Fire Phoenix Ma Hongjun."

After the game, Dai Mubai's wounds were refreshed and his body returned to its original state.

He stared blankly at the magma field that had transformed into a regular soul-fighting platform, looking extremely depressed.

He murmured to himself: "I can't even beat Fatty. Xiaofeng, do you think I've been too lazy in the past two years?"

Wang Xiaofeng blinked, but he didn't expect that just two battles would wipe out the arrogance Dai Mubai had after killing the evil god's clone.

Did he adjust the projection parameters too high? This made the child stupid.

Wang Xiaofeng looked away guiltily: "The fat man is not bad to begin with, you can't always look at him the same way as before."

Dai Mubai patted his face hard: "Yes, we can't go around like this anymore. After losing to the mistress and losing to the fat man, if we continue to lose, we won't even be able to beat Oscar."

Dai Mubai made up his mind to ask someone to make a rigorous training plan for him after returning this time. He would first set a small goal to reach the peak of Soul King within a year.

Dai Mubai regained his fighting spirit, but he didn't see the meaningful smile on Wang Xiaofeng's face behind him.

Oscar is no longer the auxiliary soul master who can only run away. If he chooses to challenge Oscar's spiritual projection in a duel, he will definitely get a big surprise. Of course, it may also be a shock.

Dai Mubai suddenly said: "Zhu Qing called me outside, let's get here first today."

"Um."

Wang Xiaofeng snapped his fingers, and the noisy sound stopped. The whole world pressed the pause button, and then was enveloped in deep darkness.

Dai Mubai opened his eyes and saw Zhu Zhuqing with a worried look on his face.

"Mubai, Brother Feng, why are you sleeping so deeply? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Dai Mubai shook his head, feeling sleepy mentally, almost hollowed out in his body, and sore in his limbs. He couldn't help but sigh at how good it felt to be beaten inside and how hard his mental energy was being pumped.

Seeing the sad look on Zhu Zhuqing's face, he cheered up and comforted: "Don't be nervous, Xiaofeng pulled me into his spiritual world and had a lot of fun. Reality and illusion were reversed in it, and it was so bizarre that it made people linger and forget about time for a while. .”

He didn't even mention that he was tortured inside.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing felt relieved.

Wang Xiaofeng opened the curtain, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth, and the forest was covered with a layer of golden gauze.

The donkey cart stopped in an open space not far from the road. The two donkeys were wagging their tails and gnawing on the green grass on the roadside.

This is the place Zhao Xiaofeng chose to rest temporarily tonight. The surrounding terrain is open and lonely.

After Zhu Zhuqing changed Dai Mubai's medicine, he hid in the surrounding dark woods to hunt, and soon came back carrying a few pheasants, non-venomous grass snake carcasses, and dead grass and firewood.

The pile of wood was laid out in a tic-shaped shape, and with the friction of flint, a few sparks fell into the velvet grass, and soon they started burning like firecrackers.

Late at night, the cockatrice stewed in a casserole was steaming. The pheasant was pierced by bamboo skewers and grilled on the bonfire. It exuded an alluring fragrance. From time to time, there were drops of golden oil, and the tender skin and meat Roasted until slightly charred and crispy.

Zhu Zhuqing stayed in front of the stone stove, adding firewood from time to time to keep the fire burning smoothly. The medicinal materials in the clay pot were boiling with black juice, exuding a bitter taste.

Dai Mubai glanced at the bitter medicinal soup in front of him, and glanced at Zhao Xiaofeng who was eating meat and drinking wine. The saliva in his mouth kept secreting, and he couldn't help but said coquettishly: "Zhuqing, I also want to eat chicken legs. "

Zhu Zhuqing concentrated on it, holding a tattered bamboo fan, waving it gently, controlling the heat to cook the medicine, and said without looking back: "No, Brother Feng said, you need to avoid food now, so you can only drink the medicine soup."

Zhao Xiaofeng held the roasted chicken in his left hand and the wine gourd in his right hand. While eating, he deliberately shouted: "Zhuqing, your craftsmanship is really amazing. This roasted chicken and wine are worth ten thousand dollars."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth in anger.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled calmly: "Brother Feng's teaching is better."

The gourd vine rolled up the handle of the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of soup. Wang Xiaofeng took a small sip. The delicious taste, not salty but not bland, slid down his throat and into his stomach, and his whole body suddenly felt warm.

Wang Xiaofeng praised: "You are trying to flatter me and kill me. This is obviously the result of your own efforts."

Zhu Zhuqing had previously privately consulted Wang Xiaofeng on some life skills for surviving in the wild, including some cooking and barbecue skills. However, this was at best a mutual exchange and discussion of issues, and he did not dare to take credit.

Zhu Zhuqing felt that the medicine was almost cooked, so he stopped waving the small bamboo fan and poured out a bowl of soup that exuded a pungent and bitter taste.

Dai Mubai grimaced and drank the soup Zhu Zhuqing scooped up in one mouthful.

With the speed of his injury recovery, such a hard life will last for more than half a month.

If everything goes smoothly, this is how long it will take them to return to Star Luo City.

At that time, it was already April, and I didn’t know how Fatty and the others were doing at Star Luo Royal Academy.