People are in Douluo, the awakening time at the beginning is zero

Chapter 15 Flanders

Author: Daydreamer

Chapter 15 Flanders

It was already late at night when it came out, and the moon had reached halfway and shed its sparse brilliance.

It's obviously reflected sunlight, but you can't feel the slightest temperature. As expected, middlemen like to charge the difference.

On the street with endless traffic, Chen Mo looked up at the sky and suddenly felt a little cold. It was a rare trip out, so he planned to take a stroll and have some late-night snacks.

While walking casually, I saw a mutton restaurant, which was quite lively and busy. Thinking that it would be a good way to ward off the cold, Chen Mo decided to have a late-night snack here.

When he walked into the store, the waiter came forward enthusiastically and led Chen Mo to an empty seat in the corner. He looked at the menu on the wall and ordered a pot of stewed lamb and grilled lamb chops. He was going to feast on it tonight. Anyway, he was waiting for a meal.

Maybe someone will pay for it.

"Ahem, little brother, is there anyone next to you?" A slightly hoarse voice came from behind Chen Mo. Chen Mo was already prepared. "No one." Chen Mo shook his head and turned behind him to finally see clearly who was following him.

who.

A middle-aged man in his fifties, his falcon-like eyes were not sharp but revealed a cunning side. He had a flat face and a sharp nose. He wore black-rimmed glasses. Chen Mo thought that he looked a bit like Gargamel.

However, the vague momentum and burly body all indicate that this is a rare strong man.

But now the strong man showed a fox-like smile. Chen Mo resisted the urge to punch him and said with a smile: "Old man, there is no one next to me, please sit down."

Chen Mo behaved politely, but the address of the old man made him so angry that he almost choked and coughed twice.

This middle-aged man obviously wanted to say something to refute, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed, sitting next to Chen Mo. It was obvious that he came here specifically to see Chen Mo.

When Chen Mo saw the person, he had some vague guesses in his mind, feeling that they were almost inseparable.

"Oh, this little brother looks familiar. Have we met before? Oh, I remembered. You are the Lu, Lu, Lu Mingfei who was in the spirit fighting arena just now, right?"

He said it, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that he wanted to get close to her.

"Well, it's me." Chen Mo continued to watch his performance. What on earth did such a strong man want to do?

"It's really a fate. Brother Lu's competition was really exciting. He looks like he is only in his teens, but he has such strong strength and an unheard-of martial spirit. I wonder if he is a master disciple of that academy?"

Want to deceive me? Of course Chen Mo would not be carried away by his praise and start deceiving me.

"No, I didn't study in the academy. My teacher taught me." Chen Mo pretended to touch the back of his head, showing a little shyness and feeling a little arrogant.

"It seems that you have a very good teacher, but at your current age, it is best to go to the academy and make more friends. A person's power is always limited. I heard that we also have one in Soto City.

The academy is also good. It is said that they only accept monsters, so it is not famous. Maybe you can give it a try."

Looking at the expectant eyes, Chen Mo continued to cooperate.

"Oh, monster? What academy is that?"

"Shrek Academy is an academy where only monsters can enter. It is said that one of their graduates is an elder of the Spirit Hall." The middle-aged man blurted out, obviously waiting for Chen Mo's question.

The middle-aged man was naturally Flanders. He brought the students to fight for souls. He happened to see Chen Mo's skills, and he immediately became interested and wanted to trick Chen Mo into his academy.

What young people can't stand most is flattery and curiosity. He didn't believe that Lu Mingfei in front of him would not be moved.

He is a great soul master with eye martial arts and an invisible soul ring. He is about ten years old, and he is very powerful. He killed a level 28 great soul master in one move. Flanders feels that such a monster should be born to enter his Shrek Academy, and so do they.

A bunch of monsters.

Chen Mo would definitely laugh out loud if he heard Flender's thoughts.

It’s your fault! It’s just a bunch of crooked and mentally deformed problem children. Chen Mo is not prepared to continue to waste time with him. This Flanders is a soul saint after all, and he must stop his thoughts, otherwise there will be no end in the future, even

What to do if you become angry from shame.

"Forget it. I mentioned it to the teacher myself. He said he would take me to experience somewhere else in a few years." Chen Mo lowered his head and shook his head.

Flanders looked constipated and wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

In Douluo Continent, a person can only have one teacher in his life. He should have thought that if Chen Mo is such a genius, he must have a famous teacher. Since others have their own plans to teach, how can an outsider have such a reason to take someone away?

Thinking that Flanders had no choice but to give up even though he was unwilling to do so. He was not always so lucky to always pick up the missing items. So he stood up and left, and Chen Mo felt relieved.

He has indeed been thinking of leaving for a while recently. It will take at least more than three years before Tang San comes to Soto City, and he needs a more suitable training environment.

Moreover, the originally planned battle in the Soul Arena did not achieve the expected results, so he had to change his plan. However, it was still necessary to make more trips here to save some travel expenses.

In the next few days, Chen Mo found a hotel to stay in Soto City. He came here to play a game every night and won consecutively for several days.

"That's really good. Even though I'm still injured, you are really strong, but I will never give up." Chen Mo confirmed his opponent with a vaguely pale face.

Tonight, his opponent is a level 29 beast spirit soul master, who is very powerful.

"Bang!" It was another punch-to-flesh attack, but this time it was Chen Mo who flew out.

"Ahem." Chen Mo struggled and stood up again. Even the audience was infected by his emotions and cheered him up. Even his opponents were moved.

"Come on, Lu Mingfei!"

"Stand up!"

Chen Mo held his knees, spat to the side, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Zhang Wei, I really did not misjudge you. Of all the people I have fought against, I would like to call you the strongest!"

After saying that, Chen Mo rushed forward again. As if sensing Chen Mo's will, Zhang Wei also used all his strength, but instead of attacking the vital points, he aimed at Chen Mo's stomach.

"The second soul skill, Wind Tiger Fist!"

Chen Mo's fist was no match for him and flew directly to the bottom of the court. Blood flowed from the air and he fainted.

"Unfortunately, player Lu Mingfei's eight-game winning streak has come to an end. Let us congratulate player Zhang Wei for his victory." The host announced the result of the game, and Chen Mo was carried off the field by the staff for treatment.

But as soon as he arrived at the medical room, Chen Mo woke up and slipped out of the medical room without anyone paying attention.

Soon, he arrived at Gate 3 of the Soul Fighting Arena. A masked man handed a bag to Chen Mo, "There are two hundred gold soul coins here. You can continue to look for me next time." After saying that, he left directly, not at all.

Don't be sloppy.

Chen Mo opened the bag and weighed it. There was nothing wrong with it. He suppressed his laughter and quickly left the spirit fighting arena.

That's right, he faked the match. Chen Mo found someone to bet on the opponent, and his deposit doubled. He deliberately looked injured these days, and it wasn't until today that he met a powerful soul master that he deliberately lost the match.

His pale face is due to the powder, and the bleeding mouth is due to the ketchup he prepared. Tonight, he is the perfect unyielding warrior Lu Mingfei.

So don’t gamble, gambling will ruin your life. If you don’t listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer losses in front of you.

As for whether his conscience hurts, the person involved said, what does Lu Mingfei’s match-fixing have to do with me, Chen Mo? Anyway, he is very happy now!

(End of chapter)