Douluo's Xiaoyao God King

Chapter 89 A different aesthetic
A month has passed since the last collective soul ring hunting operation.

During this month, everyone has been practicing adapting to their fourth soul skill.

Even Zhou Qingfeng was the same, but because Tang San's injury was not completely healed, there were only seven people rehearsing together, except Tang San.

But it's okay, Tang San has slowly started to participate in training in recent days.

At first, the master agreed with Tang San to join the training so soon, but seeing that Tang San was really good, he stopped worrying about it.

But Zhou Qingfeng guessed why Tang San could recover so quickly.

A piece of "Dragon Leaf" every day to mend one's vitality and recover from injuries is a waste of money!
Fortunately, when Qingfeng was collecting dragon leaves, she made a three-part agreement with Tang San that each would collect half.

Otherwise, Dragon Leaf would be finished sooner or later by Tang San, a loser.

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"Xiaosan, I really admire you. You only had a month of recuperation for such a serious injury, and now you can be active and active."

I have to say that Oscar was a little envious of Tang San's resilience.

goo goo...

"Haha, Oscar, you can do it too."

After Oscar said this, Zhou Qingfeng came out to provoke Tang San while drinking.

Tang San said awkwardly, "Yes, if you were injured like me, I think you could recover so quickly."

As smart as Tang San was, he didn't know what Zhou Qingfeng meant by what he just said, but he was too embarrassed to answer directly.

"Hey, Qingfeng, don't make fun of me. If I had that kind of recovery ability, I would have taken off from where I was. I would still be like this."

Oscar thought Qingfeng was joking with him and didn't really care about what he just said.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was drinking in the tree, shook his shoulders when he saw that Oscar didn't believe what he said. What he meant was, believe it or not, it's up to you.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Tang San interrupted those who were resting.

"Xiao Ao, Qing Feng, class time is almost here, we should go."

call out.

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, Zhou Qingfeng transformed into a golden figure and flew away.

"Wow! I really envy Qingfeng. Not only does she have high soul power and strength, her martial soul is also powerful and beautiful, and she also has the ability to fly."

Oscar watched Zhou Qingfeng flying so fast in the sky with a look of longing in his eyes.

But no matter what he thinks, he is just a food-based soul master after all.

"Don't worry, Xiao Ao. There is still a long way to go in the future. If you are lucky and get a flying soul bone in the future, that will be great."

"And don't forget that your third soul skill, Flying Mushroom Sausage, is a flying soul skill, although it's not as good as Qing in terms of continuation and speed."

"But think about it, among ordinary flying soul masters, your soul skills are better than the best."

After being explained like this by Tang San, Oscar suddenly felt that he had compared himself to the wrong person.

His own abilities were originally far superior to those of ordinary soul masters.

Now Oscar understood that it wasn't that he was bad, but that Qingfeng was too perverted.

"I understand, mistress. It seems that I won't compare myself with Qingfeng in the future. Otherwise, in the end, I will feel inferior to myself."

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"Everyone has gathered, so the next thing we want to talk about is about the upcoming elite soul master competition across the continent."

The master saw that everyone had arrived and started today's class.

Actually, it’s nothing, it’s just about the rules of the elite soul master competition.

Zhou Qingfeng listened all afternoon and summarized a few words.

First, in the continent-wide elite soul master competition, Wuhundian, the organizer, is the boss, while Tiandou and Xingluo are the juniors.

But I always have discounts.

For example, you don't need to participate in the first two qualifiers to be directly selected for the semi-finals, and you can also send a second team to participate.

The same goes for Wuhun Palace, which is also the organizer.

Second, during the competition, it is clearly stipulated that contestants cannot be killed, otherwise they will be directly eliminated.Third, like some rankings, Wuhundian is the boss. No matter what the final result is, it will be their home court during the game.

So it's best not to offend Wuhundian during the competition, otherwise you won't even know how you died.

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"Okay, these are all the rules of the Elite Soul Master Competition. Is there anything else you want to add? If so, please submit it."

After talking so much, the master felt that his throat was a little dry.

"Teacher, the first stage is the team competition, then the individual competition, and finally the semi-finals." Tang San confirmed the rules of the competition again.

The master nodded and said: "Well, yes, that's the competition system. As long as we get good results in the early qualifiers, we can advance to the semi-finals."

"There are only sixteen teams in the semi-finals, which can also be called the top sixteen, and then lots are drawn to determine the top eight and the final four."

"The fourth team will be determined from the four teams, and then the remaining three teams will play three more games."

"The first one determines the second one, and the last one is the winner."

After hearing this final showdown, Zhou Qingfeng had a hunch that those who won early would still have a chance to recover.

The two teams behind were exhausted after deciding the second and third place, but there was still a game to decide the champion that day.

It makes me tired just thinking about it.

If anyone knows what Zhou Qingfeng is thinking now.

Most likely, I'll give you a slap in the face first.

You don't even know whether you can pass the qualifiers now, so you just think about whether you are tired of competing for the championship.

Besides, it’s the last game, and it doesn’t matter if it’s tiring or not, let’s play first and then talk about it. If you win, you’ll be happy, but if you lose, it doesn’t matter. After all, you got No. 2.

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Almost a month has passed......

Zhou Qingfeng held the green team uniform in front of her, with various advertisements plastered on it.

The colors on the game uniforms were already ugly enough, but now there are so many advertisements.

"The dean really has yours!"

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"This is too ugly. There's a game tomorrow and I'm embarrassed to wear it." Ning Rongrong looked at the green team uniforms with a look of disgust on his face.

"That's right, the dean's taste..."

Even Xiao Wu, who was not very picky in appearance, looked repulsive when she saw the clothes hanging in front of her.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the team uniform in his hand with an expression of disgust written all over his face.

"Oh no, if I want to wear this outfit to participate in the competition, I might as well let us die." Oscar cried and screamed on the spot, showing how much he didn't want to wear this outfit.

Dai Mubai and Tang San also looked at the team uniforms in their hands and shook their heads helplessly.

In other words, Fatty Ma is better.

"What's the matter? I think the team uniforms are okay. They look pretty."

Now everyone, including Zhou Qingfeng, looked at Ma Hongjun, who was holding the team uniform, with strange eyes.

I'm really ashamed of myself for printing that sentence, if you're not the same kind of person, you won't be able to enter the same family.

"Cough cough!"

"Hey, little monsters, you've seen the team uniforms. It's settled. We will wear the team uniforms to attend the opening ceremony of the game tomorrow. I have to leave beforehand."

After saying that, Flanders ran away regardless of the murderous looks of Zhou Qingfeng and others.

After all, Flanders heard all of them complaining about their clothes just now, so it was better to leave first.

As he walked on the road, Flanders was still thinking about the team uniform.

"Is it that ugly? I think it's okay."

Looking at the design drawings, Flanders felt that the team uniforms were okay.

(End of this chapter)