Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

"Murong is just Murong, what the hell is Gusu?" Ning Rongrong looked disgusted, thinking that Murong Fu had such a bad name.

"It's just a title anyway." Murong Fu didn't care.

Soon, a match was arranged for Murong Fu in the Soul Fighting Arena. Under the guidance of the staff, Murong Fu came to a ring. There are twenty-four rings of different sizes in Soto City. There are small rings for singles and doubles.

There are many, but there are few group fights. The auditorium in Arena No. 22 where Murong Fu is sitting is also small, with only two to three hundred seats, and at this time, the attendance rate is less than half.

"There will be more spectators in the Soul Fighting Arena in the afternoon and evening. After all, most people still have to work during the day!" The staff seemed to notice that Murong Fu was looking at the audience and explained.

At this time, there were staff members cleaning up the blood stains on the ring.

There are no rules in the spirit fighting arena. If you encounter someone who is particular about it, you will have to stop it. If you encounter someone who is ruthless and cruel, it is common for someone to be maimed or killed.

Murong Fu's opponent was a tall man wearing a mask, whose appearance and age could not be seen.

"Mask..." Murong Fu muttered.

"Would you like to buy one for you? They should be sold in the Soul Fighting Arena." Ning Rongrong asked.

"Ah, no, I won't necessarily come back in the future. There's no need to hide your identity." Murong Fu chuckled and shook his head. However, he secretly made a note to wear a mask when he goes to Xingluo to compete again.

"That's hard to say." Ning Rongrong shook his head: "Many high-level schools require students to participate in the Soul Fighting Arena to gain practical experience. After all, there is still a big gap between the battles in the Soul Fighting Arena and the competition between classmates!"

Murong Fu smiled and said nothing more.

After the staff had cleared the arena, they invited the two of them to come on stage.

"Why is there a stupid kid here?" Someone in the audience yelled strangely: "It's not a mistake in the arrangement, this is the soul master level."

"That's right!" A chorus of voices echoed.

The contestant opposite also looked at the referee with some hesitation.

The referee was a handsome woman, holding an unknown loudspeaker device in her hand: "The contestants are confirmed, the three-ringed soul master, Gusu Murong versus the three-ringed soul master, the fire will kill the god!"

When Murong Fu heard the other party's name, he couldn't help but smile. In his previous life, there were many green forest people with no ability, but they liked to choose a big nickname. As a result, they were displeased and died. But here, it seems that

It's almost the same. Although the person on the other side can see that his limbs are very strong and he should have some skills, his middle plate is empty, his waist and abdomen are typical weak, and his efforts are not in the right place.

The two sides stood on the ring. The middle-aged man was half a head taller than Murong Fu. His eyes behind the mask were full of scorn, and he said with a bit of ridicule: "Kid, just go down and admit defeat. I have won five games in a row.

I’m going to get extra points soon. I’m in a good mood and I’ll give you a chance to admit defeat.”

"Extra points?" Murong Fu was a little confused. This was something he didn't know.

"What a rookie!" Liehuo Killing God laughed: "Get out of here quickly, otherwise, it won't be as easy as breaking a few bones!"

Murong Fu shook his head, raised his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

"You kid, you are asking for trouble, no one else is to blame!" As he said this, he stepped on the ring with his right foot, and a leopard silhouette surrounded by red flames appeared behind him. Three soul rings of white, yellow, and purple slowly rose under his feet.

rise,

"Uh-huh~" There was a sneer in the audience.

"Huozi, you are so serious when dealing with a child!"

"That's it, you can win without using force, you can win without using force!"

The Fiery Killing God ignored him and took two steps back. His second soul ring suddenly lit up, and his whole body turned into a blaze of fire and rushed towards Murong Fu.

The God of Fire Killing rushed in, the God of Fire Killing rushed over, the God of Fire Killing rushed out of the ring, the God of Fire Killing was defeated...

In a flash, the game is over.

The God of Fire, who fell out of the ring, looked confused, the referee looked confused, and there were many confused faces in the audience. Many of the audience's mocking expressions had not yet been taken back...

"Sure enough, the middle plate is empty, and the speed is fast, but as soon as the balance of movement is destroyed, the control of the body is immediately lost. It's too bad!" Murong Fu shook his head with a boring expression on his face, looking at the people beside him who were still in a daze.

The referee said: "Miss, I won, right?"

"Ah!" The referee then reacted and looked at Murong Fu with a surprised look on his face, but still said loudly: "In Arena No. 22, Gusu Murong won."

"What's going on?"

"Why did Huozi lose?"

"Fake match?"

"Shady Shady!"

The audience was in a commotion. There was no way around it. Every match in the Soul Fighting Arena had a handicap. Obviously, few of the bets placed in the audience were on Murong Fu.

However, the audience only dares to shout and cause trouble in the spirit fighting arena? Someone has tried it, and the consequences were miserable!

"Let's arrange the next match as soon as possible. It's best if the opponent is decent!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Okay." The referee responded and turned around to register the result for Murong Fu.

"Hey, how did you do that?" Murong Fu stepped off the ring, and Ning Rongrong came close to him: "When you touched him, that fire leopard flew out as if he lost control."

"Hey, it's just a coincidence!" Murong Fu smiled, not intending to explain the mystery of the passage of time.

"Huh, let's not talk about knocking him down." Ning Rongrong was very unhappy with Murong Fu's attitude and gritted her teeth bitterly.

Although there were not many spectators, there were quite a few contestants in the Soul Fighting Arena. Soon Murong Fu was arranged for another match. However, this time it was changed to Arena No. 15.

The smaller the number in the arena, the larger the number of spectators. There are already almost 500 seats in this arena, and most of them are occupied.

This time Murong Fu's opponent was a young woman, also wearing a mask and with a hot figure.

The female entry was called Blood Rose, and her martial spirit was a rose vine, which was regarded as a weapon martial spirit. Seeing this vine, Murong Fu couldn't help but think of Tang San, who also had a plant-based martial spirit, but he didn't know that the one who came from the Central Plains like him was

How is the Tang Clan boy doing now?

Seemingly understanding the situation of Murong Fu's previous game, Blood Rose did not attack rashly, but used her martial spirit to test the situation with long-range attacks. However, the game process did not become longer because of her caution.

When the tip of the rose vine of the Blood Rose stabbed Murong Fu for a test, Murong Fu suddenly took a step to the side, and then rushed forward quickly. The speed was eye-catching. The distance of more than ten meters was covered almost in the blink of an eye, and he was chasing the toad in eight steps!

The woman wanted to retreat, but the weapon soul master's martial soul had a very limited bonus to physical fitness in the early stage. How could he be faster than Murong Fu? Murong Fu reached out with his left hand, wrapped around the woman's arm like a snake, and pressed his thumb on her pulse.

The soul power above the door was output, and the woman's martial soul immediately dissipated due to the barrier of soul power. Then Murong Fu raised his palm and tapped lightly on the outside of the woman's elbow. Half of the woman's body suddenly went numb.

"Yeah!" Ning Rongrong, who was in the arena, suddenly had a strange expression when she saw this scene. Murong Fu used this method to restrain her that night, and the feeling of half her body being paralyzed and unable to move was deeply memorable.

Sure enough, Blood Rose was also unable to move. Murong Fu pushed her gently and sent her off the ring.

Looking at the surprised referee again, Murong Fu smiled brightly: "Is there anyone who can beat better?"

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Murong: I want to fight ten!