Douluo V: Marry a wife and become a god, have many children and be blessed

The two brothers Tieniu and Tiehu were defeated so easily by two children.

The world has changed.

Why are today's children so cruel?

In the audience, a wave of cheers instantly erupted.

"That's great, Su Bai, you are really my lucky star!"

Flanders cheered and jumped up from where he was with joy.

"Dean, what's going on? Are you so happy?"

Zhao Wuji stepped forward and couldn't help but ask.

"Before the competition, I put 2000 gold soul coins for their tuition fees, as well as the several hundred gold soul coins I usually save, on Su Xiaoxiao's combination."

With that said, Flanders could no longer control his excitement and ran directly to the counter and handed over the voucher in his hand.

"Right now, I want to redeem it!"

After checking, the staff took out ten bulging money bags and said: "Hello, the odds are 7200 to [-]. These are [-] gold soul coins. Please keep them!"

Before the game, no one was optimistic about the Su Xiaoxiao combination.

After all, these two 12-year-olds looked particularly weak compared to the [-]- or [-]-year-old Hammers with rich fighting experience.

Almost everyone who came to bet chose the hammer combination to win.

This time, Flender caught the mistake.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Flanders held the money bag and said three good words in succession.

"So many gold soul coins!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened with shock.

Shrek Academy has always been poor, so suddenly having so much money is really a bit uncomfortable.

"From now on, Su Bai will be my lucky star."

Flanders beamed, his voice full of excitement.

A 12-year-old soul master must be at least level 39.

Three black ten thousand year soul rings.

Just kidding, how can you lose?

In this Soto City Soul Fighting Arena, no matter who they fight, it will be a crushing massacre.

"Congratulations, Flanders, if I had known I would have won over Su Bai."

The master stepped forward and spoke.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to bet, but that he really has no money and can't bet at all.

"This kid Su Bai is simply ridiculously strong. Why don't you accept Su Bai as your disciple, but instead accept Tang San?"

Flanders was a little confused and couldn't help but ask aloud.

The master looked blank, hesitated, paused for a long time, and then uttered a sentence.

"Don't just take everything at face value. In fact, Tang San has greater potential, and he endures humiliation and humiliation. He will definitely become a great weapon in the future."

However, when he said this, he obviously lacked confidence.

Flanders glanced sideways and glanced in Tang San's direction.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, it's startling when you see it.

Tang San looked dull and desperate, holding a bunch of drinks and distributing them to everyone.

From a distance, he doesn't have the temperament of a soul master at all.

On the contrary, he looks like an errand boy.

"This kid has a really good character." Flanders didn't know what to say, so he could only evaluate it from another angle.

Indeed, putting down your body and serving tea and water for your peers is a perseverance.

The master also noticed this scene, and a black line suddenly crossed his face.

"This--"

Flanders finally couldn't help it anymore and vomited: "He is mediocre in strength, less than one-tenth of Su Bai's, and he is also average in appearance. He doesn't have Su Bai's good looks. Such a person is worthy of your acceptance." As a disciple?"

"I can only say that this kid is low-key and very good at pretending."

The master hesitated for a moment, then continued: "He really disguised himself as an ordinary person."

On the side, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard the conversation between the two.

He stepped forward and said, "Is it possible that he has no disguise and is just an ordinary person?"

"Old Zhao, don't say that. Master is very good at judging people."

Seeing the master's expression change, Flender quickly tried to smooth things over.

However, Zhao Wuji is an upright person.

He had experienced how powerful Su Bai was, and had seen how useless Tang San was, so naturally he couldn't hold it in anymore.

He rambled on, his mouth firing like a machine gun.

"The useless martial spirit blue silver grass, two white spirit rings, Tang San is not only mediocre, he can't even compare to the students in the ordinary spirit master academy."

"Besides, Su Bai is a soul master at a young age. He possesses a top-notch martial soul, three thousand-year soul rings, and an attached soul bone. He is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years."

"When you compare the two, you can tell the difference in an instant. What can Tang San do to challenge Su Bai?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the court suddenly became a little awkward.

The master pursed his lips and said nothing.

His face was ashen and his eyebrows were furrowed, as ugly as if he had eaten pig chaff.

Seeing this, Flanders moved quickly, tugged on the corner of Zhao Wuji's clothes, and whispered: "Old Zhao, stop talking, save some face for the master."

"understand!"

Zhao Wuji then shut up and stood silent.

The master turned around and looked to the side, pretending not to hear anything.

the next moment.

His old face was red and he was screaming in his heart.

Of course Su Bai was excellent, a hundred times better than Tang San.

How could I not know this?

Do you think I don’t want to accept Su Bai?

Big mistake!

I desire more than anyone else to accept Su Bai as my disciple.

But, am I so qualified?

Su Bai is young, but his strength is not only extraordinary, but also unfathomable.

Moreover, he was actually self-taught. I had studied the ten core competitive theories of Wuhun for many years, but Su Bai understood them clearly and spoke eloquently.

Thinking of this, the master felt like crying and felt extremely desperate.

I have always been proud of my theoretical knowledge.

But Su Bai had already grasped it extremely clearly.

One has strength, the other has theoretical knowledge.

How can I accept such a person as my disciple?

Off the field, the master was extremely depressed.

On the court, Su Bai was full of meaning and heroic spirit soaring into the sky.

The battle in the spirit fighting arena is indeed more exciting than the sparring in the academy.

He has sharp eyes and high interest, and plans to create an undefeated myth in this Soto City Soul Fighting Arena!

"Brother Bai, you are awesome. The battle is over before I even take action!"

Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with stars, and her voice was full of admiration.

Being with Brother Su Bai felt so safe and comfortable.

then.

The two left the ring.

"Brother Su Bai is mighty. Thank you for your hard work. I'll wipe your sweat for you."

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat on Su Bai's forehead.

"Brother Su Bai, you are thirsty. Drink some water. I bought it specially for you!"

Zhu Zhuqing walked over with slender legs and handed a bottle of water to Su Bai's hand.

Tang San's face was ashen, his eyes full of despair.

I bought all this water!

Unwilling to give in, he quickly bought a glass of lemonade and ran towards Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, you must be thirsty too, I-"

However, that's half the story.

Su Bai took the lemonade and drank half the glass in one go.

"Thank you, mistress, how did you know that I like to drink lemonade the most? You are such a good brother of mine!"