Chapter 72 Let's play a game, how about one for two

When Tang San heard the specific cultivation level, his face was full of disbelief.

He had just been in a passionate confrontation with Ma Hongjun and had not noticed the number of spirit rings on Feng Xuan at all.

If I remember correctly, he only had three spirit rings a few months ago. Could it be that he was hiding his cultivation? But when he left three years ago, the other party was only a great spirit master. How could he improve more than 30 levels in three years?
Even if his Human Emperor Banner could assist in his cultivation, it wouldn't be possible for him to improve so quickly!

Tang San suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaogang had taught him that there were some special evil spirits that could quickly become stronger through certain means.

These people often slaughter humans or soul beasts in large numbers to provide themselves with nutrients, and are called Fallen.

Could it be him? But that martial spirit doesn't look very evil.

Dai Mubai, who was overwhelmed by the cuckold, didn't think much and continued to roar viciously.

"You are just a Soul King! You insulted my royal family. When I return to Xing Luo, I will send someone to kill you!"

Feng Xuan raised his eyebrows. Are you serious? You are just a Soul King. You are a Soul Lord, buddy.

"Next, I'm going to play a game with you. If you can survive, you might have a chance to ask someone to come find me, Your Highness the Third Prince." Compared to Dai Mubai, who is bound to die in the future, Feng Xuan wants to kill Emperor Xingluo more.

Although the opponent is a level 94 Titled Douluo and is difficult to deal with, the Human Emperor Banner really needs him.

But you've already done this and are asking for trouble. If you don't play with it a little, you'll be so sorry to my Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this. What did that mean? Survive the game?

A bone-chilling chill arose, and the faces of those who had thought they had been spared darkened.

The five teachers quickly surrounded the students. Flanders said coldly, "Do you really have to fight to the death? We didn't chase you last time. Give us some face and let us go."

Feng Xuan showed a standard eight-teeth smile, which seemed extremely sunny, but everyone felt a boundless chill from it.

"Your face is worthless in front of me, and didn't you not chase me last time because you were afraid of the Titled Douluo?"

"Don't worry, it's just a game, not many people will die."

"Come on, let's welcome our referee, Guangling Douluo!"

Hearing the call, Guang Ling, who was happily fishing, instantly disappeared on the lawn.

He held his head high in the sky and looked down upon everyone on the ground.

Although I don't know what this kid wants to do, since this is a game that costs lives, I still have to ask.

So he used mental power to transmit sound.

"Although there was conflict, it was not fatal. They were just weaklings."

In fact, it was the first time he saw Feng Xuan showing murderous intent towards others. Even when he attacked Xue Ye, he had a warm smile and did not reveal the slightest murderous intent.

"I just want to play a game with them. This game is very pure. It's just a matter of life and death. I want to see what choice this arrogant person will make when faced with this kind of situation."

“Don’t go too far. We in the Spirit Hall are a serious organization, not a group of degenerates who play with human lives.” Guang Ling frowned slightly.

"It's useless to be gentle with such a person. Besides, you have heard about his identity, Fifth Grandfather. If we want to unify the continent in the future, the Xingluo royal family must not be allowed to stay."

"Since there must be an executioner, I will be the one to do it. I am happy to see this kind of thing anyway."

“You are such a good kid”

"I'm not! I'm a bad guy. I just had the luck to join the Spirit Hall and was given an important position."

Seeing the white-haired, icy-eyed young man flying in the air, with no aura or soul power fluctuations around him that could be sensed, the faces of several people became paler.

If he is really a Titled Douluo, only this level has the ability to fly without relying on soul bones and soul skills. Capture Feng Xuan to threaten the other party? In front of this level of existence, there is no chance, they are just Soul Saints.

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "I have been humble for so long, but I didn't expect that there is still no chance to make peace. I shouldn't have let him go last time."

"Old Zhao, what can we do? Weakness is the original sin." Flanders shook his head helplessly. He just hoped that fewer people would die in the opponent's game. At worst, he would have to pay with his own life.

Feng Xuan stretched out a finger and put it in front of his mouth and whispered, "Please everyone be quiet for a moment."

"Tell me the rules."

Everyone looked at the young man's action, and he continued, "One for two, use the life of the volunteer to exchange for the lives of the other two. You can specify who to exchange for."

"As for the last person who was not chosen."

Feng Xuan grinned wickedly and slashed his neck with his hand knife.

"They will all be snapped up as well. I hope you can make the right allocation choices."

"By the way, it has to be voluntary! Forcing someone to make a choice doesn't count."

"Let's get started. I hope you can show me something unexpected."

The six college teachers and four students all looked pale. What the hell is this game, trading lives for lives?

Dai Mubai yelled madly with red eyes: "Why! What right do you have to make such a decision! My life is decided by me. I don't want to play this game anymore!"

He rushed out from between the teachers and wanted to get away, but as soon as he raised his foot, a long arrow emitting a faint cold air pierced in front of him.

The frost continued to spread along the ground, even making the surrounding air a little colder.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai was so scared that he took two steps back and sat directly on the lawn that was invaded by the cold air.

The green grass leaves seemed to be dry and were all crushed to pieces.

"You actually want to kill me?"

He was shocked and frightened. When did the name of the Star Luo Empire become so useless?
Even if their family is not royal, their father is a Titled Douluo, definitely a powerful being who can rival the top three sects. How could you really not take him seriously?

Even now, he still hasn't figured out which force the other party came from. After all, except for the two punishment elders, basically no one in the Elder Hall and the Worship Hall would do things openly, so not many people knew his specific identity.

"What a horrible cold air!" Everyone was shocked.

Zhao Wuji understood that this was an absolutely unrivaled senior expert, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​resisting.

His eyes wandered, glancing at the panicked people.

Finally, his eyes fell on Flanders.

He took a deep breath and smiled casually, "Boss, you have protected me, Old Zhao, for so many years. How about I replace you? I will consider it as repaying your kindness over the years."

Flanders looked at him with red eyes and clenched his fists.

"I'm sorry, Lao Zhao, brothers, because of my willfulness, some of us may have to leave."

Tang San's heartbeat kept accelerating. He had no chance to run, but he couldn't die. I hadn't yet avenged myself against the Spirit Hall, I hadn't yet rescued my father, and I hadn't yet completed the mission my father left behind.
At this moment, he wanted to take out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus that he gave to the Tang Sect elder when he jumped off the cliff, and throw it at the two guys above!

Ma Hongjun and Oscar hugged each other and cried, feeling that there was no chance of leaving alive.

I am really flattered to have a Titled Douluo as the referee.

(End of this chapter)