Douluo: The blue phoenix cries loudly, and the wind whistles through the air

Chapter 30 Flanders' "Misunderstanding"

Flanders stood on the rooftop opposite the shop, watching the fight between the two sides.

After hearing Ma Hongjun's voice, he had already guessed the other party's intention.

It was his idea to send Ma Hongjun to a place like a brothel in order to suppress the evil fire of his martial soul.

Ma Hongjun is now only a great soul master and can only receive ten gold soul coins from the Spirit Hall every month.

Places like brothels are dens of money, how can this little money be enough to spend?
The purpose of the other party coming here is self-evident.

From their attire, Flanders could tell that Wu Qi and the other man were wealthy. He certainly didn't want to let such high-quality customers go.

When Ma Hongjun misunderstood the two people, he was still thinking about how to come forward to clarify and avoid losing customers.

But when Ma Hongjun released his soul skills, the soul power fluctuations emanating from the two of them aroused his interest.

"They are young, but they possess the strength of peak Great Soul Masters and Soul Venerables. They are two geniuses."

Thinking of this, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Flanders' eyes.

Soto City wasn't well-known on the mainland, and there weren't any high-level spirit master academies nearby. The two geniuses had likely heard of Shrek Academy and wanted to enroll and meet more talented people.

The two of them looked mature, and their ages might exceed the admission requirements of Shrek Academy, but they were no older than fourteen.

Considering their soul power level, it doesn’t matter if they are older, as they still meet the standards of Shrek Academy.

While he was thinking, the fight had already reached a fever pitch.

Wu Qi grabbed Ma Hongjun and rushed out of the store, throwing him onto the street at random.

Poor Ma Hongjun, although he possesses the bird martial spirit, he himself does not have the ability to fly.

I was thrown to the ground and my butt hurt so much!

In the previous fight, Ma Hongjun knew that the opponent was very strong.

Knowing that he could not win, he simply used his strength to suppress the opponent.

"How dare a thief be so arrogant? Do you know who my teacher is?"

Than the teacher?

Wu Qi smiled teasingly.

Qingluan Douluo is a level 97 Super Douluo. Even if Flender's soul power level numbers are reversed, he will not be his opponent!
But in Soto City, with Flanders' strength, he is definitely a top-tier powerhouse, or even the strongest.

No wonder Ma Hongjun is so confident.

"Fatty, what nonsense are you talking about! We are just picking out goods. How did you see us putting the goods in our pockets?" Qiangu Changkong said angrily.

He is not short of money, and being accused of stealing would bring shame to the family!
Wu Qi's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "We are all spirit masters, and everything is determined by strength. Don't accuse us of bullying. You can choose any opponent you want."

"If you win, we'll pay you back without hesitation. How do you think?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes rolled.

This time, he came to ask Flanders for money to go to the brothel.

Since the other party offered compensation voluntarily, he could spend the whole day in the brothel to relieve his sexual desire.

If I can’t beat Wu Qi, can I beat Qiangu Changkong?
After all, the latter looks like a lackey, how much strength can he have?

Being named, Qiangu Changkong felt both angry and happy.

There is no need to explain the reason for his anger, but being able to teach this fat guy a lesson personally has alleviated a lot of his resentment.

The Panlong Stick martial spirit emerges, and the battle is about to begin.

Wu Qi stepped back and asked the onlookers nearby to leave to avoid being accidentally injured.

Ma Hongjun now doesn't have many means of attack.

Although he studied under Flender, his soul master skills did not improve much, but he indulged in eating, drinking and whoring.

"The first soul skill, Phoenix Fire Wire!"

"Well come."

Qiangu Changkong danced with the Panlong Stick and activated his first soul skill at the same time.

The Evil Fire Phoenix was merely a "hybrid" spirit, its flames weak, so how could it possibly be a match for the Coiling Dragon Staff? The red, black-tinged Evil Fire landed on the Coiling Dragon Staff, being easily devoured by the flames.

The expected scene of burning the ancient sky to a crisp did not appear, and Ma Hongjun could not help but widen his eyes.

He wanted to activate his second soul skill to increase its power, but saw Qiangu Changkong approaching him.

Flanders never taught him close combat skills. Of course, even if he had, he would have forgotten them long ago given his nonchalant look.

In Qiangu Changkong's hand, the connection between the Panlong stick and each swing was perfect and flawless.

Ma Hongjun could only passively take the beating and was unable to fight back.

"Don't hit people in the face!" Ma Hongjun said sadly.

If he knew how powerful the other party was, he would not dare to cause trouble.

If Flanders didn't show up, how could he stop the two "thieves"?
……

Flanders wanted to save Ma Hongjun, but it was not convenient for him to interfere in the competition between people of the same age.

Moreover, Qiangu Changkong's control over the Panlong Stick is no less than that of his old friend, Li Yusong.

"Old Li is very lucky to have them join the academy."

As they both have stick-type martial spirits, and Qiangu Changkong has great talent, Li Yusong will definitely "love it".

As for Wu Qi, as a fellow bird-type martial spirit, Flender is the best choice.

The moment the Qingluan martial soul emerged, the suppression of his bloodline made him feel a little apprehensive.

Isn't such a high-quality martial soul exactly the disciple he has been looking for?
Ma Hongjun is also very good, but far inferior to Wu Qi.

If Wu Qi accepted him as his teacher, he would be the senior brother; Ma Hongjun could only be treated as a junior brother.
……

Seeing that Qiangu Changkong was having a great time fighting, Wu Qi flashed to his side and grabbed his arm.

"Okay, that's enough."

Wu Qi could guess that Flanders was probably watching all this secretly.

If they beat the other party's disciples half to death, they would be in big trouble.

Furthermore, this is in the city, and a fight between soul masters in the street is already an extremely serious public security incident. If one party is seriously injured, it will probably alarm the City Lord's Mansion.

Wu Qi didn't want to make a big fuss about such a meaningless matter, lest the news get back to the Hall of Worship and leave a bad impression.

The eternal sky was slightly startled.

Once you get into his attack rhythm, even a Soul Master will find it difficult to escape his entanglement.

Wu Qi easily interrupted him, and in the competition with the opponent, his stick skills had no advantage at all.

"alright."

He really wanted to know the answer, but since outsiders were here, wouldn't it be exposing his own weaknesses if he told them out loud?

Seeing that the attack had stopped, Ma Hongjun dared not stay and ran a hundred meters in one breath, rolling and crawling.

"This fat guy is really tough, it seems like I didn't hit him hard enough!"

Wu Qi said angrily, "Come on. If I teach them a lesson briefly, their elders won't say anything. But if they really cause serious injuries, will their elders just sit back and do nothing?"

Qiangu Changkong didn't hesitate and asked, "So, how did you interrupt my attack rhythm?"

This matter was very simple for Wu Qilai.

When the Panlong Stick was swung, it would inevitably stir up air currents. In Wu Qi's eyes, the arm swung the Panlong Stick was an air vortex. If he "punctured" it, there would be great resistance if he wanted to swing the Panlong Stick again.

Qiangu Changkong's arm swings slowed down, allowing him to easily catch it.

In addition, most soul skills will disturb the airflow when they are performed, and with this ability, they can be easily resolved.

Qiangu Changkong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This was a special ability of the martial soul that could not be replicated by others.

"Luckily, you're one of us. If outsiders knew the weakness of the Coiled Dragon Staff Technique, Grandpa and Seventh Grandpa wouldn't be able to sleep well."

(End of this chapter)