People Are in Douluo, Good at Hugging Thighs

"It's a pity that my soul power can't blend with the murderous aura. It's a pity." Ning Xiaotian stopped his movements, and the flying swords in the air were also controlled and ranked behind his head.He shook his head, frowning slightly, revealing some helplessness.

After many attempts in recent days, he now has reason to believe that there is a rejection reaction between his soul power and murderous aura, and the two can coexist, but they cannot blend.He probably guessed that this was caused by Sun Moon Xing Huilan's characteristics.

How can such a sinister and vicious thing like murderous aura be able to enjoy the joy of fish and water with my holy power of the sun, moon and stars.

The lower dantian, where the filth is hidden and the food and drink are taken care of, is the place where they dwell.

Murderous: MMP, will you bully me, a new baby?

Chapter 197 New Progress in Cultivation

"I'm also very distressed!" Ning Xiaotian felt that he was the one who was wronged the most. It was obviously all the energy in his body, so why couldn't he control it?Murderous aura cannot be integrated with one's own soul power, which means that the idea of ​​learning from Sword Douluo to use one's own soul power as the core and fusing multiple energies into one sword, at least for now, is shattered.

The ghost knows whether his soul power will repel other energies.

The most important thing is that besides soul power and murderous aura, he can't control other energies, so he can't practice.

There must be another way out.

Fortunately, the new idea is feasible... Ning Xiaotian thought, and the most condensed Yingbai flying sword behind him flew in front of him. He held it in his hand and waved it lightly. Make two slices silently.

"Soul power condensing a sword is no better than a martial soul. Without the blessing of a soul ring, the strength of the sword body is much worse. It is unrealistic to hold it with a martial soul owner. Condensing multiple high-strength flying swords consumes too much soul. Power, it's not worth it."

"But it is excellent as a means of harassment and sneak attack. You can gather two to three flying swords with slightly higher strength as a direct attack method to deal with soul masters of the control system, auxiliary system, and sensitive power system with low self-defense. The strength is slightly higher. Weak ones can also be used to harass, such as interrupting the opponent's soul skills, hindering the opponent's attack...It is the most difficult to guard against if it is false or not."

Countless fragments flashed through Ning Xiaotian's mind, thinking about various possibilities.

"In addition, no matter how high the soul master's soul power is, if he does not use soul skills to protect it, some places are still very fragile, and even a low-strength flying sword can easily hurt. For example, the eyes, throat, chest cavity, lower abdomen, chrysanthemum, egg Egg... hiss..." Thinking about it, Ning Xiaotian trembled all over, his scalp numb.

He was frightened by himself.

"However, it's very effective!" Ning Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly, grinned, clenched his left fist and slowly put it in front of his eyes, "As long as the flying sword I control can distract the opponent a little, my martial arts and fists are not vegetarians. of."

"For the time being, let's set the goal to control two real swords and four imaginary swords. The body and the flying sword will fight together. You need to practice a lot to increase your proficiency." Ning Xiaotian found the training goal, and endless vitality emerged in his body .

Concentrating and controlling the flying sword consumes part of the soul power and mental power, and he himself has to pay attention to the battle situation and the enemy.Consuming too much soul power is not conducive to sustained combat, while consuming too much mental power will make movements deviate and expose flaws.Coupled with the combination of flying swords and the body against the enemy, it takes long-term practice and practice to be fully proficient to the point where it can be used in combat.

keep practicing!Ning Xiaotian let go of the flying sword, and used his fist and foot skills again. Not long after, there were some shadows of swordsmanship in the boxing.At the same time, the flying swords in the air danced in a staggered manner, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, and the swords were shining brightly.

Practicing and practicing, the mental power is quickly exhausted.

Ning Xiaotian recovered cross-legged on the spot, stood up again half a quarter of an hour later, and found that his mental strength had increased a little.

I practiced more vigorously.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Xiangwu.

"Hey, it looks like the Golden Warrior won't come today." Someone sighed in the hall of the arena.

Looking around, it was still overcrowded and crowded, and everyone was waiting.

"Go back to the hotel to eat and drink first, and come to see me in the afternoon." A man shook his head, pulled his companion and walked towards the door.

"Stay here and watch. If anyone arrives, come to the hotel and let me know." A middle-aged man in expensive clothes put on a displeased face, hammered his thigh, stood up slowly from his seat, and ordered to his attendants, Also strode away.

He ran all the way from the next town, grabbed the tickets in advance, and that's it?

The Golden Warrior is really not a son of man, don't you know that the arena can't refund the ticket?

30 gold soul coins a piece, it's a money grab!

"Hey, let's go back first." Not far away, the rich woman glanced at the red screen above the counter, the long number was extremely dazzling "Golden Warrior 5201314: Arena 9876543" Her eyelids twitched slightly, with a look of disappointment on her face go to the door.When she heard that the Golden Warrior was young and strong, she suppressed him, but she was disappointed that the real master didn't show up.

"Spicy rabbit head is really delicious." In the hotel, Ning Xiaotian was eating a big piece.On the table, there are dishes and bowls piled up like a hill.

"Woooooooo..." Under the table, the white-haired puppy's cheeks bulged into buns, expressing its satisfaction with practical actions.

"The scorching sun in the afternoon is a good time to practice. After eating, practice reincarnation formula to recover physical and mental strength, and then continue to practice my boxing and sword dual skills when the sun is weak in the afternoon." Ning Xiaotian thought like this, eating and drinking even faster almost.

After the last battle, the blood in the lower dantian increased a little, and his appetite and digestion speed also became stronger.

This couldn't be explained, but he had no choice but to order a few more spicy rabbit legs.

I have to say, it's delicious!

......

On the third day, Ning Xiaotian continued to practice.

The only difference was that in the morning, he found that the number of people staying in the hotel had skyrocketed, so he turned on the ordering mode, and ordered the attendant to deliver the food on time according to the amount last night, and clean up after two quarters of an hour.Anyone who asks for instructions to visit will be refused.

"The Golden Warrior didn't come again today?" In the hall of the arena, everyone looked disappointed.

"Drink at night!" The old man in Tsing Yi smiled happily in the observation room on the top floor.

"Have the people who are going to place bets been arranged?" In the Hall of Spirits, Wilkin, who had just returned, looked at his confidant.

"My lord bishop, it has been arranged. Currently, 30% of the amount betting on the Golden Warriors comes from our people." The confidant patted his chest and said to himself: "In addition, my subordinates also asked several executives to suppress the arena under their real names. win."

"Not bad, not bad." Wilkin said with a smile.

"My lord, if we put so much money on the Golden Warrior, will it..." The confidant looked hesitant.

"What do you know?" Wilkin stared, "I, a soul sage, would not be able to see the ability of the surname Jin? You just follow my orders, and besides, it's not your kid's money that was spent. "

"Don't worry, if you make money, you guys will benefit from it." He said confidently with an inscrutable look.

"Yes!" The confidant bowed slightly, secretly thinking that he would do the same later.

"Call..." There was a lot of traffic outside Geng Xin City, and there was an endless stream of urging voices.

"I have to work overtime again. I haven't paid for this day." The sergeants in charge of garrison and inspection work wailed inwardly.

"It's all money." The store and hotel owners standing outside the door were all smiling.

"Today is another beautiful day!" In the bedroom, Ning Xiaotian smiled as he felt a little more mental strength.

......

On the fourth day, practice continued.

......

On the fifth day, Ning Xiaotian got up early, finished breakfast, walked out of the hotel, and walked slowly towards the arena.

After these two days of consolidation, his boxing skills have made some progress and need to be tested in battle.

"The Golden Warrior is going to participate in the gladiatorial match?"

Not far away, all the secret whistles showed surprise on their faces, and then they were ecstatic. They quickly entered the alley and galloped away in all directions.

"The Golden Warrior is on his way!" A man rushed into the hall of the arena and shouted loudly.

"Haha, it's finally here."

"Bet, bet!"

"Go, hurry up and notify the steward."

Footsteps creaked, and many people left quickly, but there were more and more people in the hall.

Everyone was discussing and looking at the door in unison.

Chapter 198 The old man and the battle

"There are so many people?" Ning Xiaotian frowned slightly, looking from afar, the gate of the arena was already overcrowded, and there were still people pouring in from the streets and alleys around, casting their eyes here and there from time to time.

He is 1 meters tall with boots, has black hair and silver eyes, and is wearing black armor, even his mouth and nose are covered.

Such distinctive features are easily recognizable.

It has to be said that Ning Xiaotian's height has grown rapidly in recent months.

In his previous life, it was normal for him to gain 7 mm per month at this age.But in this world, he still has the energy of the soul bones in both arms to continuously transform his body, and the blood beads in his lower dantian also greatly increased his appetite and digestion ability.

Not only the height, but also the vigor is constantly growing... Ning Xiaotian feels that his body is changing every day, that kind of feeling of numbness all over the body after training, feels very comfortable even after stretching.

"In accordance with Wilkin's judgment, more and more people came to Gengxin City." He walked towards the gate without stopping.The sun was slanting, the black armor reflected orange light, and the shadows under his feet stretched and spread forward.

People consciously gave way to a passage, with expressions of surprise, curiosity, and fanaticism...

"He is Jin Can? Doesn't he look tall or strong, and he has won 36 consecutive victories." Someone covered his mouth and asked close to his companion. He was a soul master who came here especially for the name.In the world of soul masters, a man around 20 years old is considered short at 1 meters.

"Brother, you won't say that when you watch him play a game." The companion responded in a low voice, and elbowed to signal, "Go, we are all late. There are so many people, it will be troublesome to enter the arena later."

In view of the increasing number of people in the city, the arena temporarily added seats, otherwise they really couldn't buy tickets yesterday.

There was a crisp sound from the stone paved floor, and the lingering sound in the hall was lingering, except that there was no human voice.

The man's throat rolled, and he didn't dare to say what was stuck in his mouth. He dragged his companion to the side and watched quietly.

His eyes followed the movement of everyone who was staring at the figure, until he came to the counter.

"Continue to hand-to-hand combat." Ning Xiaotian paused for a while, and walked towards the corridor leading to the waiting room.

He is the only one in the entire arena who is qualified to fight in the protagonist's arena, and he does not need to be ranked.

"Yes, Golden Warrior!" The receptionist girl's heart went numb, and seeing Ning Xiaotian who had disappeared into the tunnel, she quickly picked up the communication device from the table, "Boss, the Golden Warrior is here, please..."

Before the words fell, a violent roar erupted in the hall.

"The Golden Warriors have entered! Let's go, let's get in!"

"Damn! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze..." The audience entered the arena with their hips touching their buttocks, huddled together in a commotion.

"Steward, what should we do?" On the top floor of the arena, the man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at the old man with an anxious expression on his face.

"Cold salad!" The old man rolled his eyes at him, flicked his right hand, and a silver gun appeared in his palm. He raised his left hand and gently stroked the barrel of the gun, whispering, "Old man, it seems that we are going to fight together again today."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the man in Tsing Yi and walked to the window, "clang" the sound of the gun tail hitting the ground.His body was tall and straight, and his eyes scanned the lower part like the eyes of an eagle.The scorching white sun rose against the dome, the beams of light diffused over the window sill, and the wind blew gently, the skirt of the clothes was pressed against the chest, scars the size of index fingers were exposed at the neckline, and the hem of the skirt was flying.

The man in Tsing Yi's eyes were red, and he looked at the figure blankly, as if he had returned to the anxious battlefield of that year.

The general charged forward with his angry horse in fresh clothes, and they were blessed behind them. Their trembling hearts calmed down, and endless courage emerged, "Men of the Star Luo Empire, charge with me!" Rush to the enemy line.

Behind him, countless men attacked, and the ground trembled, as if everything was about to be crushed.

"General..." the man in Tsing Yi murmured, and then quickly walked to the side of the old man, his chest straightened out.

Under the window sill, there were crowds of people, like a colony of marching ants, pouring out continuously from the square corridor.