Douluo: Wuhun Soul Returning Fragrance, abducting Oscar

Chapter 83 Just nod or shake your head

"As expected, Brother Qingfeng is still your Brother Qingfeng."

Such an honorable appearance really surprised Ning Rongrong.

After all, the opponents were two girls. With his strength as strong as a bear and a tiger, a normal person would have to lie down for two months.

"Indeed, now it seems that the only one left in the Imperial Fighting Team is Yu Tianheng." Oscar
In the audience, Dugu Yan clutched his waist and stared at Jiang Qingfeng with a look of resentment, obviously very dissatisfied with the way he gave her an appearance.

Ye Lingling pursed her lips and smiled. When she left the scene, she was hugged by Dugu Yan and was not affected by the whipping leg.

"Hey, Lingling, I'm not in the mood to laugh now. Please help me, let's go back to the lounge first."

Dugu Yan covered his waist and came to Ye Lingling's side. The latter helped Dugu Yan and walked towards the lounge.

After eliminating everyone except Yu Tianheng, Jiang Qingfeng focused all his attention on Yu Tianheng.

At this time, in the Huangdou team's lounge, Qin Ming stood by the window, sweating for Yu Tianheng.

Indeed, he had asked the director of the Soto City Great Spirit Arena to match high-level opponents.

It doesn't matter even if there is a Soul Sect in the team.

But he really didn't expect that Manager Ao would bring him such a big surprise.

In Qin Ming's opinion, the level of the Yanjiang team was comparable to that of the entire continent. With only four people at a disadvantage, it was able to kill the seven-man Soul Master Huang Dou team.

Originally, Qin Ming wanted to dampen the spirit of Yu Tianheng and other team members, but now it seems that even their self-esteem and self-confidence are about to be shattered.

Now that the situation is very clear, even Yu Xiaogang, who has a superiority complex towards the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus, is silent.

If you think about it with your buttocks, you know that Yu Tianheng, whose soul power is nearly exhausted, cannot come back. The outcome is already decided.

On the ring, Yu Tianheng was officially taken over by Jiang Qingfeng, and Yan retreated.

After observing the situation, Oscar created a healing intestine and handed it to Yan.

"Thank you, Xiao Ao, that Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus really has something, both in terms of strength and defense attributes, it is far superior to other beast spirits."

"If my soul power level is the same as his, I might really need to fight hard."

Yan ate the healing intestines and analyzed.

But his serious tone made Oscar uncomfortable.

Good guy, you only used one soul skill, and it was the weakest first soul skill. You used all the methods that others can use.

To put it bluntly, Oscar suspected that Yan was in Versailles, but he had no evidence.

Ning Rongrong said curiously: "Speaking of which, Brother Yan, your martial spirit is really strong. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature increased a lot."

Yan scratched his head in embarrassment: "My martial spirit Flame Lord itself does not have such a high temperature. If it were placed in the past, its appearance would at best increase the temperature near me, but it would never affect the entire audience."

"It's Xiaofeng's fairy grass, what's it called Kui? After absorbing that fairy grass, the Fire Lord's temperature increased significantly, enough to affect the entire audience."

Ning Rongrong didn't eat jelly grass and didn't know what jelly grass was, but she had vaguely guessed something.

When his father came to the door with Grandpa Jian, Yue Guan said that Jiang Qingfeng had the opportunity to evolve the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

The evolution of the martial spirit is the wish that his father Ning Fengzhi has been pursuing for half his life. If he really has this opportunity, he must fight for it.

On the other side, Jiang Qingfeng took a deep breath, looked at the scarred Yu Tianheng in front of him, and slowly walked forward.

"Raise your head, Yu Tianheng." Yu Tianheng slowly raised his head, and what came into view was a mask.

He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Qingfeng's slap came as promised and slapped him hard on the face.

Now Jiang Qingfeng would not give him a chance to speak. If he surrendered and gave up, he would not be able to beat him.

"You don't need to speak, you just need to nod and shake your head. If you can accept it, nod. If you can't accept it, just speak up and try."

Yu Tianheng closed his eyes. He had already figured it out in his heart. The intention of the person in front of him was obvious, that is, he didn't want him to admit defeat.

The current situation is hopeless and no matter how hard we try, it will be empty talk.

Thinking of this, Yu Tianheng nodded.

"Very good. Your team will suffer a defeat because of your arrogant attitude. Are you willing to lose?" Jiang Qingfeng asked.

Yu Tianheng immediately shook his head. People in most sects have their own arrogance.

Because of his arrogant attitude and contempt for his opponents, he lost the game. Yu Tianheng admitted this, but when asked if he was willing to do so, his answer would definitely be unwilling.

"Then I'll give you a chance to save the situation. Whether you win or lose this soul battle will be determined by your performance."

Jiang Qingfeng's eyes were stern: "The two of us are here to challenge each other. We can't admit defeat until one of us lies on the ground and can't get up!"

Hearing this, Yu Tianheng was stunned for a moment, and then turned pale with shock. Subconsciously, he wanted to ask the other party why he did this, but the answer was a big mouth.

"You don't need to speak, and you don't need to ask this or that. You just need to nod or shake your head."

In order to make Yu Tianheng's memory long, Jiang Qingfeng had good intentions.

Failure in an ordinary soul fighting match does not have much effect, and it is difficult for Yu Tianheng to remember it.

Maybe in a few days, a few weeks, or in the past few months, he will forget about this failure and start drifting again.

What Jiang Qingfeng wanted was for him to experience an unforgettable failure, to kill people and to be heartbroken.

After a while, Yu Tianheng was mentally prepared, his eyes rekindled with fighting spirit, and he nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingfeng stood up and greeted Oscar.

"Xiao Ao, make him a healing intestine and a soul-returning intestine."

Hearing this, Oscar didn't ask much. He had 100% trust in Jiang Qingfeng.

After handing two sausages to Yu Tianheng, Jiang Qingfeng returned to the team and said bluntly: "You all can go down. Next is a one-on-one duel between me and Yu Tianheng. Just go back to the lounge and wait for my good news."

Yan glanced at Jiang Qingfeng, and then said: "You can't kill people in a game, so remember to show mercy."

Ning Rongrong reminded: "Don't beat him to death. After all, he is a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Oscar smiled slightly: "He is really miserable. He was beaten severely by Brother Yan, and he will be ravaged by you, Brother Qingfeng."

After saying that, the three of them took the initiative to leave.

The audience was dumbfounded by this operation, but it did not violate the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena, so they did not say anything out loud.

Qin Ming looked at the murderous Jiang Qingfeng on the stage and took a breath, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.

(End of this chapter)