Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Ye Qiu and the others were practicing at the same time.

In the Tiandou Royal Academy, the new Imperial Battle Team is also training hard.

In Huang Dou's training ground.

At this time, the appearance has changed drastically.

The wooden house used for resting was split open from the outside and turned into a simple cooling place like a bus stop.

The other room was cut in half.

A pool was poured below, and there were still blood stains on the barrier.

The black bottom of the pool is the precipitation and coagulation of blood.

Hunfeng and Yu Xiaogang were sitting under the remaining half of the house enjoying the cool air.

A breeze warmed by the sun blew.

Sipping warm tea.

Looking at the new Imperial Fighting Team fighting together on the ring.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, the Shi brothers, Yu Feng, Osluo, and Yu Tianheng.

Plus Tang San was not present.

A total of eight people formed the current Imperial Fighting Team.

"Thunder's Fury!"

Yu Tianheng's eyes were blood red, and the third soul ring under his feet lit up, followed by the fourth soul ring.

"Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Disease!"

Under the amplification skill, this is already Yu Tianheng's full output.

And the people he was dealing with were the two brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo, a three-meter-long electric dragon.
Spreading his wings, he lunged towards the two tortoise shells with his teeth and claws.

"The fourth soul skill, water wave shield!"

Graphite and Shimo roared loudly at the same time, and the soul power surging out was tinged with blood.

The tortoise shell on his back suddenly detached from his body.

There seemed to be rippling blue waves and swells above it, defending against the opponent's attacks and deflecting them at the same time.

It can be applied to teammates, or it can be used by increasing the number and stacking it.

The two brothers immediately stood together.

In a row.

The water wave shield lay in front of him, instantly finding the most effective way to defend.

Bang!
Yu Tianheng's attack landed on the water wave shield and made an explosion.

Shi Mo pressed against Graphite tightly, and the two of them still retreated a lot.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"Phoenix rising from the flames!"

Dai Mubai's yelling sound sounded, and Ma Hongjun's lewd voice immediately followed.

The two stood side by side.

The soul rings under his feet flickered.

"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

"Phoenix FireWire!"

The milky-white beam of light was surrounded by dark red flames and shot toward Yufeng in the air.

And Oslo had already been knocked off the ring by their combined efforts.

He fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Mo Wuchang was holding it in his hand and walking towards the dry pool.

Reach out and make a move.

A bloody bead appeared in his hand, and in an instant, thick blood filled the pool.

The blood actually boiled like lava.

It can be seen that the power contained in it is absolutely terrifying.

puff!
Oslo was ruthlessly thrown into it and immediately sank to the bottom.

The next moment.

Oslo's screams could be heard throughout the training ground.

"what!"

Oslo kept struggling to stand up from the blood pool and climb out of the blood pool.

But the shore.

There were already two yellow, two purple and five black at Mo Wuchang's feet, and nine soul rings were rising.

The coercion of a titled Douluo.

He immediately pressed Oslo tightly into the pool of blood, unable to move and could only let out a shrill scream.

He could feel himself getting stronger.

While the blood in the blood pool was burning his body, pure power was constantly pushing towards his limbs and bones.

But that feeling.
It was like someone was holding a knife and cutting off his own flesh and blood piece by piece.

Then every piece of flesh and blood was stained with power and spliced ​​back together. This pain.

It was unbearable for the stronger Oslo, who knew that he could be in this blood pool.

I wish I could just escape.

When he was suppressed, he even had thoughts of seeking death.

Not long after.

Yufeng came to bathe with Oslo, and he also screamed horribly.

Then there was graphite and stone mill, which were knocked off the ring by Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.

They also joined in the bathing procession.

The next person to be blasted out was Ma Hongjun, who had lost a lot of weight and looked slightly stronger.

The mohawk-style hair on his head was scorched by Yu Tianheng’s lightning.

The chicken wings on both arms almost caught fire.

"Hongjun!"

Dai Mubai let out a sweet cry and watched his man fall to the ground with his head on the ground.

The enchanting body was immediately twisted by him, and he started to kill Yu Tianheng.

Ma Hongjun was thrown into the blood pool, followed by Yu Tianheng.

The last Dai Mubai.

It was directly under the pressure of Mo Wuchang that his soul power and strength were exhausted.

Thrown in a pool of blood.

The wails and painful struggles of the seven people were unbearable to watch.

Although Yu Xiaogang has seen it many times.

But his face was still pale, and the tea in his mouth seemed to smell of blood.

He thought his running training was brutal enough.

Unexpectedly, compared to Hunfeng's methods, they are nothing more than dwarfs.

"Master, if you want to become stronger, you have to pay a price. If you want to become stronger quickly, the price will be even greater."

Hunfeng, who was tortured by the martial spirit, already felt a little sick.

But when communicating with Yu Xiaogang, he always has the upper hand.

"Mr. Hunfeng's words indeed make sense."

Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly.

He saw the changes in Yu Tianheng and the others, except Ma Hongjun, who was already a great soul master.

The rest of the people have already broken through to the Soul Sect.

After Ma Hongjun had Dai Mubai help him vent his evil fire, he was about to reach level 40.

But looking at Yu Tianheng.

He was still a little worried in his heart whether such painful and cruel training would damage his foundation.

If something unexpected happens to Yu Tianheng.
The family knew it was related to him, and I was afraid that Yu Xiaogang's backbone would be broken.

Along with his father Yu Yuanzhen, too.

"Mr. Hunfeng, is there really nothing wrong with the medicinal bath you prepared? Is it possible?"

"Haha. Don't worry, Master. As the teacher of Prince Xue Beng, how could I let the future of the empire be ruined in my hands?"

Hunfeng raised his glasses.

The pool of blood he prepared will not damage their foundation.

On the contrary, to a certain extent, it made their foundation stronger.

They fight in a melee every day, and as long as they don't aim at the vital points, there is no need to hold back.

Last man standing.

He will also be drained to the point of exhaustion by Mo Wuchang himself.

Then throw it into it.

The soul power in the blood cleanses their bodies, repairs hidden wounds, strengthens their muscles and bones, and enhances their soul power.

of course.

This method naturally has drawbacks.

The further it goes on, the more violent and extreme their temperaments become.

However, these shortcomings are simply a drop in the bucket in exchange for strength.

"That's good, that's good."

Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Wuchang guarding there with an expressionless face.

Somewhat frightened.

Hunfeng glanced at Yu Xiaogang disdainfully, feeling a little ashamed to be in his company.

"Master, I've told you how to become stronger. I wonder what you think about it?"

(End of this chapter)