Douluo starts from the lottery draw

Very quickly, everyone reported their names, and then they were waiting for the match in the Soto Spirit Arena.

Ye Zhenkong and the others waited for a while and soon found a match.It seems that the speed of the Soto City Spirit Fighting Arena is quite fast.The efficiency is also pretty good.The announcement from the lobby announced the venue they were going to.

"The Grand Magister players are asked to go to Court No. 15 within 13 minutes. If they fail to arrive within a short time of the game, they will be deemed to have given up the game."

Then, the radio broadcast twice more. Ye Zhenkong checked the time and found that there was no rush, so he stayed and told Ye Zi and the others what to do during the game.For example, if you encounter someone who is easy to deal with, you should deal with it as soon as possible, then combine to fight again, then start another game, etc.

Afterwards, the radio broadcasted Dai Mubai's performance. To their surprise, Dai Mubai and Tang San met together.In other words, one of them will definitely lose one point.Ye Zhentong didn't even have to think about it, Tang San would definitely win. Who said Tang San was the destined protagonist?

"Okay, let's all disperse. The game time is coming soon."

After Ye Zhenkong finished speaking, he left first because his own game was about to begin.

Ye Zhenkong came to the waiting area and waited for the host's call.It didn't take long for Ye Zhenkong to take the stage.What he was going to fight was a tall, thin man with green prairie, uh, green hair on his head.Wearing two earrings on his ears and a leather jacket, he looked like a delinquent.While Ye Zhenkong looked at him, he also noticed that he was looking at him provocatively.Ye Zhenkong smiled and ignored him.After provoking him back, Ye Zhenkong didn't have that free time. He was too lazy, so he could just beat him when the time came.

Listening to the host's passionate voice, Ye Zhenkong couldn't help complaining in his heart: 'Why do you think you want to fight on your own? '

Although Ye Zhenkong complained about him, it must be said that his passionate voice also aroused the enthusiasm of the audience.

"Okay! Next, I will introduce the two sides of the battle. First, it is this player."

The host waved his hand towards the tall and thin man and said.

"His name is Fan Jianqiang. His martial soul is an iron bamboo pole. He is a level 37 attack-type battle soul."

The host finished.There was a burst of cheers from the audience.I don’t know if I am a true fan.

Then, the host introduced Ye Zhenkong:

"The one here, the player's name is the Grand Mage. He is a level 39 attack-type fighting soul. His martial soul is a magic circle (he is hidden. He will be hidden later.)."

"Wow!"

After the host finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the audience, and most of them were women. Although the upper part of Ye Zhenkong's face was covered by the mask, he still looked so handsome, but now He is a little more ruthless than before.

When Fan Jianqiang heard that Ye Zhenkong was a level 39 fighting spirit master, he obviously panicked, and then looked at Ye Zhenkong solemnly.He knew he had met his match!

"Now, the contestants have another ten breaths to summon the martial spirit, and then it officially begins."

After saying that, the host left the ring.

Ye Zhenkong and Na Fan Jianqiang also quickly summoned martial spirits:

"Magic circle, come out!"

I saw Ye Zhenkong's hand holding a magic circle out of thin air.Then, the three yellow, yellow and purple soul rings on his body moved rhythmically, and then they were inserted into the magic circle and became the periphery of the magic circle.

"Iron bamboo pole, come out!"

Following his call, a black bamboo pole about two and a half meters long appeared in his hand. This bamboo pole was blunt at one end and pointed at the other.The iron bamboo pole is made from the iron bamboo in this world. As its name suggests, this bamboo is as hard as iron.

Ten breaths passed quickly, and Fan Qianqiang took the lead in launching the attack.I saw him using the bamboo pole to sweep over directly.

Although his attack range was large, his speed was not fast, so Ye Zhenkong just circled around him and avoided his attack.In other words, Fan Qiangqiang's attacks couldn't catch up with him.

Fan Jianqiang also saw this and stopped helplessly.I couldn't help but curse in my heart:

"X! Why is this attack-type fighting soul master so fast!"

"Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away!"

Fan Jianqiang said in a provocative way.After hearing this, Ye Zhenkong said to him with contempt:

"Are you Shi Lezhi? How could I give up my advantage?"

Fan Qiangqiang's face turned red. He also felt that there was something wrong with what he just said.

"The first soul skill: move forward indomitably!"

I saw Fan Jianqiang holding the bamboo pole with both hands and stabbing Ye Zhenkong fiercely, his speed was about twice as fast as before.But in front of the extremely fast Ye Zhenkong, there is simply no way to see. He stabs once and dodges sideways; stabs again, changes the direction and dodges sideways.

Ye Zhenkong said silently, he did not expect Fan Qianqiang to be able to stab more than a dozen times, which surprised Ye Zhenkong.Even though more than ten blows are very few, the penetrating power of a bamboo pole more than two meters long is quite strong.

"The third soul skill, magic circle: the power of fire! Flame sword!"

As the sword slowly appeared, the surrounding air seemed to become hotter.Although the flame sword's defensive power is not good, its attack power is definitely high enough.The strongest attack is the best defense; the highest defense is the best attack.Ye Zhenkong knew this truth well.

Fan Jianqiang, who was opposite him, smiled bitterly. Damn it, even if his level was higher than his own, how could he still restrain himself with his attributes?What a scam, this is it!

But he didn't intend to admit defeat, just in case something unexpected happened.Wouldn’t that make a lot of money!Fan Jianqiang gave full play to the Q spirit.

"Okay, it's useless to use the second soul skill in this range. It seems that the only way to use the third soul skill is."

Fan Jianqiang's second soul skill is very abnormal. His second soul skill is to grow in length, with a maximum length of 200 meters. It is of the type that the longer it is, the faster it is.The speed doubles for every 40 meters in length, which means that the last 50 meters grow at five times the speed, and the speed is comparable to that of pistol bullets.It can be said to be a sharp weapon for assassination, but of course it also has shortcomings.The faster the bamboo grows, the louder the sound will be.There are also empty places where others simply won’t let people point to them.

Therefore, he used his third soul skill.

"The third soul skill: Phantom Thrust!"

Ye Zhenkong laughed, because Fan Jianqiang's move was of no use to him. He had an intuitive sense of combat and could handle this type of soul skill with ease and ease.Don't talk about him, even Tang San and the others can handle it if they come.Although except for a few women like Tang San and Ye Zhenkong, none of them have developed true combat intuition, that is, the sixth sense.

Ye Zhenkong didn't even close his eyes as he sensed the real iron bamboo pole. Then he raised his sword and slashed at the tip of the iron bamboo pole. The iron bamboo pole split into two pieces.

"puff!"

Fan Jianqiang spit out blood, then reached out and wiped it casually.He also didn't expect that his iron bamboo pole, which was as hard as iron, would be broken in half!This caused him to suffer some backlash. The consequences of the weapon soul being damaged were much more serious than the consequences of the beast soul being damaged.This is what caused him to suffer these backlashes.

Fan Jianqiang felt his soul power and then looked at his physical strength.Damn, I can’t hold on anymore.

"I wanted to fight, but it's a pity!"

Fan Qianqiang said with some pity.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

Ye Zhenkong said curiously.

"Well, I don't have much physical strength and soul power left."

Fan Jianqiang paused, and then said bitterly:

"I-I give up!"

"Okay, the battle is over! Dear viewers, Fan Jianqiang's soul and soul power are gone, so he voluntarily surrendered."

After listening to Fan Jianqiang's words, the host immediately came to the stage and announced.