"The second stage of special training is fighting spirit?" On
this day, the master gathered Han Feng and others together and announced the end of the first stage of special training, and the second stage of special training - the start of actual combat.
However, after listening to Grandmaster's words, Dai Mubai showed a strange expression, obviously unable to understand why Grandmaster deliberately regarded Soul Fighting as a special training for the second stage. Is it their regular meal?
Grandmaster heard Dai Mubai's voice, and took out eight masks of various colors from behind him, handed them over to Dai Mubai, and said,
"Of course, it's not for you to simply fight your soul, do you see these masks? These masks are for Soul Fighting!"
"You are all well-known in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, especially Dai Mubai, your martial arts and soul skills have been thoroughly studied long ago, many people know that your opponent is you, fighting souls. Deliberately choosing to avoid war or swindle surrender in order to preserve your strength, this limits your vision, and it is also not conducive to your growth, I will let you wear masks and start over in the Great Soul Arena, starting from scratch!"
Dai Mubai Wen Yan, suddenly shocked, nodded involuntarily.
Grandmaster is right, because Dai Mubai and the others have been hanging around in the Great Soul Arena all the year round, the veterans of the Great Soul Arena have long remembered them.
Control-type spirit masters are fine, some agile attack spirit masters and strong attack spirit masters will choose to surrender or avoid fighting when they know that their opponent is Dai Mubai!
To say that Dai Mubai has been able to intimidate all directions, it is not so, the reason for this is just because the purpose is different.
Dai Mubai and the others went to the Great Soul Arena to hone their combat skills and experience. Flanders ordered them to forbid them to surrender or avoid fighting. Naturally, they could only fight hard in any battle. Others were different, those in their thirties and forties. Most of the spirit masters who are still in the great spirit masters and soul masters are just eating and earning some bonuses.
Are they really unable to deal with Dai Mubai?
Not necessarily!
After spending so long in the Great Fighting Soul Arena, how could it still be intact without ordering anything at the bottom of the box?
But they fought with Dai Mubai and fought so hard that they were not worth the prize money for one victory, but they had to rest for three or four days, which was equivalent to missing the prize money for five or six games!
This account will be calculated by individuals. . .
"After you put on your masks, you can no longer call them by their first names. You have to use a code name. Think about it for yourselves!"
Seeing that Dai Mubai understood, Grandmaster continued without explaining too much.
Dai Mubai put on a golden mask and said solemnly, "I'll be called 'Evil Eye White Tiger'!"
"My name is Evil Fire Phoenix! Just like Boss Dai, I'll use the name of Wuhun!" Ma Hongjun happily followed Dai Mubai from Dai Mubai. Mubai grabbed a red mask from his hand and said with a smile.
"Hehe...Phoenix? Such a fat phoenix?" Oscar sneered, poked Ma Hongjun's fat, and put on a white mask: "I'll call it Sausage Monopoly!"
"Netherworld Civet!" I know it's Zhu Zhuqing!
"The Soft-Bone Charming Rabbit!" "Thousand-handed Shura!"
Tang San and Xiao Wu looked at each other and smiled, and said together with a consonant heart.
"Han Feng, do you think I should be called Qibao Glazed Glass? Or Chibao Glazed Glass?" Ning Rongrong looked at Han Feng and muttered.
Han Feng rolled his eyes: "Why is it called Chibao Liuli?"
"Because of our group!" Seeing that Han Feng seemed to have forgotten that they had another group, Ning Rongrong said eagerly.
"That combination can't be played again, right? I'm the Soul Master now, and you are still the Great Soul Master. If the two of us form a team, we will face two Soul Masters!" Han Feng frowned, not listening. Knowing what Ning Rongrong meant, he felt that Ning Rongrong was a little bit rambunctious and impatient.
Ning Rongrong shrank his head, and whispered a little aggrieved: "Then I will definitely cultivate seriously in the future..."
"Fengzi, what code name do you plan to call?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Dai Mubai hurriedly asked. road.
Han Feng looked at the scarlet mask in his hand, feeling a little strange in his heart.
He really didn't understand, just wearing a mask, even the code name was mostly obtained from his own martial arts, and the team's name was still called 'Shrek'. How did such a concealment hide the eyes of so many people? ?
Or is this some kind of world order?
Just like the two mountain bandits that I met when I first saw Ning Rongrong, they could only rob money, not sex!
"Fengzi?" Dai Mubai called out again when he saw that Han Feng was silent.
Han Feng reacted and expelled the wild thoughts in his mind. After thinking about it, he said, "Let's call it the Guardian of the Nirvana!"
"Okay! Now that you have all figured out your own code name, you can form a team on your own. But there is a premise, in addition to individual battles and two-person battles, there are also seven-person team battles, and each of you must not be absent!" After Han Feng finished speaking, the master said again.
"Team battle? But there are eight of us?" Ma Hongjun asked a little puzzled and blurted out.
"Rotate! Rotate! You don't listen to me if you don't usually go to the hoops!"
Dai Mubai kicked Ma Hongjun in disgust and cursed loudly.
"That's right, because you have eight people, and the standard configuration for mainland team battles is seven, so I will rotate you before the start of the team battle, and decide which seven people will be based on individual performance, attribute restraint and other factors. Come on stage!" The master said indifferently, unmoved.
"Personal performance?" Oscar keenly grasped the main point of the master's words, and said embarrassingly: "Isn't that not terrible in team battles, who is embarrassed in the audience?" The
master heard the words, glanced at Oscar, and did not explain.
But the master has already given Oscar the answer, which makes Oscar a little annoyed - he really has no confidence in his performance in the team battle, doesn't he want to be a substitute for ten thousand years?
Oscar was not Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, although he entered school more than a year earlier than Tang San and the others, but because he was an auxiliary spirit master, his chances of fighting spirits were pitiful!
Han Feng glanced at Oscar with pity, and secretly said, "This guy is probably going to see the water dispenser for a while!"
Then Han Feng asked the master again, "Then what is the purpose of our special training? It's just a blind fighting spirit, right?"
"Of course not!" The master stretched out two fingers and said, "This special training has two purposes!"
"The first! It is for each of you to obtain at least one silver fighting spirit. Badge!"
After saying this, everyone took a deep breath—you must know that one of Flender's graduation requirements was to obtain the Silver Dou Soul badge in the Great Dou Soul Arena!
Is someone else's graduation test used for our entrance exam?
Or does the master want them to graduate directly as soon as they enter the school?
"Second! It is to earn two thousand gold soul coins to repay the academy's deficit!"
"Co-authoring is to let us make money for the academy!" As soon as the master finished speaking, Xiao Wu called out, imitating Han Feng's appearance and flipping through the pages. Rolled eyes.
Tang San hurriedly pulled Xiao Wu back and bowed to Grandmaster to show that he was 'lack of discipline'.
The master obviously knew Xiao Wu's temperament for a long time. He was neither angry nor annoyed, he just said: "The nutrition expenses for your first stage special training were all funded by the academy. It's hard to get back, and it's a matter of course to pay back the money for the academy!"
"No wonder when we were eating and drinking a few days ago, I saw Teacher Zhao hiding and nibbling on the wowtou! So that's how it is!"
Ma Hongjun showed a thoughtful look, and then exclaimed suddenly.