Douluo Continent: My life is ruined, but I become stronger by taking on disciples.

Chapter 106 Feng Xiaotian Takes on a Disciple

Feng Xiaotian looked towards the audience seats with a puzzled expression, his gaze landing on the location of Shenfeng Academy.

At that moment, there stood a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to him.

That was his father, Feng Qingyuan, the dean of Shenfeng Academy.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Feng Qingyuan's eyes. His lips moved, and he forced a single, clear sound to convey a message to Feng Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, admit defeat."

Feng Xiaotian was shocked and stared at Feng Qingyuan with wide eyes in disbelief.

This was the first time he had ever seen his father show such weakness, and he couldn't understand why he was being asked to admit defeat when he had the upper hand.

To clarify the situation, he responded in a similarly forceful tone: "Father, why? Tang San is just a Soul Master. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have already won."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyuan sighed.

His gaze swept over the location of the three upper sects, he closed his eyes, and continued to transmit his voice to Feng Xiaotian.

"Xiaotian, you're not getting any younger. You should know that the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing, but about understanding human relationships and social dynamics."

"Shenfeng Academy is affiliated with the Heaven Dou Empire, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has an extremely close relationship with the Heaven Dou Empire. Tang San is not only the son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but also a direct descendant of the Clear Sky School."

"If you defeat him, you will be slapping the faces of the three upper sects and the Heavenly Dou Empire. Your momentary heroism may bring Divine Wind Academy to the brink of destruction."

Upon hearing Feng Qingyuan's telepathic message, Feng Xiaotian clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

After being reminded by Feng Qingyuan, he also realized that his father had no choice in the matter.

He looked up at the audience seats where the three sects were located, and saw that Bone Douluo was staring at him coldly, his eyes full of threat.

Yu Yuanzhen, on the other hand, looked like he was watching a good show, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the match.

"I see."

Seeing those who had just risen to the top in the three upper sects, Feng Xiaotian gave a bitter smile, and an endless sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.

He had thought that with his strength, he could shine in the Soul Master Exchange Competition.

But little did they expect that the so-called Soul Master Exchange Tournament was nothing more than a stage for the three sects to showcase their sect's strength.

These Soul Masters from the small academy are nothing more than supporting characters.

While Feng Xiaotian was distracted on the arena, Tang San took the opportunity to regulate his breathing, and at the same time, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

It was clear that Feng Xiaotian's momentary lapse in concentration was due to someone interfering.

Otherwise, he would have already been defeated by Feng Xiaotian.

Tang San, being a person who values ​​his reputation, would never tolerate such "food offered with contempt".

But I'm still alive now, and all I can think about is how delicious it is.

He then touched the still-bleeding wound on his chest, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent as he looked at Feng Xiaotian.

He roared inwardly, "Feng Xiaotian, you've already chosen your own death!"

Tang San unconsciously placed his hands on his waist, on the soul tool filled with hidden weapons, ready to launch a sneak attack on Feng Xiaotian at any moment.

As for the abandoned Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night, he destroyed it long ago.

The audience members and the contestants who had advanced to the second round all stared at the arena where Tang San and Feng Xiaotian were fighting, their eyes filled with doubt.

I don't understand how the fierce battle that was just going on suddenly went silent.

Feng Xiaotian smiled bitterly and met Feng Qingyuan's gaze. He saw helplessness in his father's eyes.

Now he's in his twenties, no longer a clueless kid.

They naturally knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was using its power to oppress them, and the Divine Wind Academy could only accept their fate.

But he was not willing to accept it.

But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?

The Shinfeng Academy is no match for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, not to mention facing the top three sects and the Tiandou Empire.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian's dejected look, Feng Qingyuan felt extremely guilty.

As a father, he couldn't offer his son any help.

However, all of this was seen by Lan Minghua in the audience.

He naturally couldn't stand the ugly faces of the three upper sects who bullied others with their power.

After all, he provided a 100,000-year-old soul bone as a reward for the Soul Master Exchange Tournament, not for the people of the Upper Three Sects or the Spirit Hall, but for Oscar and his group.

Feng Xiaotian is qualified to be his disciple, and can use this opportunity to expose the ugly faces of the three sects in public, making them lose face.

Lan Minghua threw away the bone stick in his hand and stood up lazily.

His action instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Gu Rong had a bad feeling, but he didn't have the power to stop Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua patted his round belly and said loudly to Feng Xiaotian, "Hey, handsome, do you want to be my apprentice? If you become my apprentice, I'll guarantee you admission to Shenfeng Academy."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

All eyes were on Lan Minghua, and they all sensed something unusual.

Feng Xiaotian could have won the match directly, but he froze at the last moment.

Those who are weaker may not know what happened, but there is definitely something fishy going on.

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They all widened their eyes, pricked up their ears, and stared at Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua did not disappoint them. He looked around generously and finally focused his gaze on Gu Rong, Yu Yuanzhen and the others.

Then a lazy voice came out: "If some unscrupulous people try to harm Kamikaze Academy because you won the competition, don't worry, I'll kill them all."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood.

Even if they were slow to react, they could still understand the implied meaning in Lan Minghua's words.

Looking at the location of the three upper sects and the disciples of the three upper sects who had already advanced on the arena, their eyes were filled with mockery.

In an instant, the faces of the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Haotian School, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School all turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

However, they couldn't refute it, since it was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

Feng Xiaotian was stunned. He never expected that Lan Minghua, a powerful figure who could casually produce a 100,000-year-old soul bone, would want to take him as a disciple.

Although he was very excited, he still looked at Feng Qingyuan and asked for his father's opinion.

Feng Qingyuan nodded quickly. After all, Lan Minghua was famous and perhaps he could change Feng Xiaotian's fate.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian no longer hesitated, immediately kneeling on the arena and bowing deeply to Lan Minghua: "Disciple Feng Xiaotian greets Master!"

Lan Minghua nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, three soul guides flew towards Feng Xiaotian in full view of everyone.

The three soul tools are the Devouring Pouch, the Black Fighting Armor, and the Three Treasure Beads.

Seeing this scene, Tang San wanted to launch a sneak attack on Feng Xiaotian immediately.

However, when he tried to move, he found that he couldn't even move a finger.

Feng Xiaotian accepted the three soul tools and kowtowed to Lan Minghua, saying, "Thank you, Master."

Hearing the system's voice in his mind, Lan Minghua casually waved his hand and said indifferently, "Let's continue the competition. Don't hold up the others."

Feng Xiaotian nodded emphatically, then stood up and faced Tang San again.

At this moment, his aura suddenly changed.

The previous dejected air was gone, replaced by boundless confidence.

"Tang San, you won't be so lucky this time! Prepare to die!"

Feng Xiaotian's third soul ring suddenly lit up, followed by a pair of huge cyan wings unfurling from his back.

It was his third soul skill, Gale Wings.

He flashed and appeared in front of Tang San almost instantly, his wolf claws wrapped in cyan wind blades, slashing down on Tang San's head.

Tang San was prepared, but he was still shocked by Feng Xiaotian's speed, and his pupils shrank sharply.

However, with the help of the Purple Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Tracking, he narrowly avoided the attack.

With his hands tracing the soul tool, all sorts of hidden weapons shot towards Feng Xiaotian like a rain of pear blossoms.

Round two, begin!

(End of this chapter)