Chapter 37 37 Was Played Badly

Chapter 37 37. Being played badly

Dang——

The competition bell rang for the sixth time, and there was one minute left.

The fair duel in the center of the battlefield continued, with punches and kicks.

The tens of thousands of spectators around were shocked and fell into a long silence.

"What kind of ability is this?"

Finally, someone murmured.

"Did Xia Feng just say "Optimize?"

"It looks like a temporarily enhanced copied spiritual weapon. Good guy, I'm so good, I suddenly want him to copy my spiritual weapon."

"Ah? Doesn't your spiritual weapon also have basic intelligence?" The person next to him looked weird and suspicious, "You don't have any special hobbies, do you?"

The man's face changed drastically, "Don't talk nonsense, I just want to know what my spiritual weapon looks like after being strengthened! Really!"

".Okay, okay, I believe you."

"But then again, copy and optimize? These are two skills, right?"

"It seems that it is right. Only spiritual weapons of B level and above have two skills, either A or B, it depends on how big its ability limit is. I think it is most likely A! "

"A or B, is it true or not?"

"Then what else, in my opinion, the level of a spiritual weapon with the ability to copy cannot be low. If it has more restrictions, it is at least B-level. Tsk~ It's really enviable. "

Zhao Jie stood in front of the window, his gray eyes flashing, and he tilted his head to look at Panda with a solemn expression: "Little Fatty, it seems that you have misjudged again."

"If Yan Xujia loses, will you really let him go to Southern Xinjiang?"

Panda pursed his lips and looked at the statue of the Fair Star God holding a scale in the distance. Under the gaze of the Fair Star God, no one dared to violate the contract, even if they were believers of the Black Moon Goddess.

Originally, Xia Feng should have been allowed to go to Southern Xinjiang.

However, he never thought that Yan Xujia would actually lose?!

Panda secretly clenched his fists, but on second thought, he felt that it was not a big problem.

After all, his primary goal - attracting Xia Feng's hatred and diluting the bond line - has been achieved. When the master comes out of seclusion, he will be able to give the master a surprise.

"As for Yan Xujia, let this idiot go to Southern Xinjiang. Anyway, it's not me who's going there." Panda sneered in his heart.

"Ding——"

At this moment, a special reminder sounded on the phone, and Panda turned his head.

Yin has been sitting on the sofa happily drinking milk tea, not caring about the game. At this time, he looked at his phone and looked up and said seriously: "The master has come out of seclusion."

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Seeing that Xia Feng turned the situation around with strange means, Freya's beautiful eyes were gentle, and she nodded with satisfaction. She tilted her head and smiled softly: "Master Chen, look again now, who will win?"

Chen Xingdao did not speak, but just stared at Xia Feng in the center of the battlefield with his hands behind his back. After three seconds of silence, he suddenly said solemnly, with a melodious tone:

"This boy has the potential to be an emperor!"

"." Freya has long been accustomed to Chen Xingdao's strange speaking habits. Although she doesn't understand, she can still roughly understand his compliment.

Sure enough, my vision is not wrong. Freya was excited, and her desire to accept Xia Feng as her apprentice rose again!

Such a young genius, if she was trained by her own hands to become a big boss, it would be exciting to think about it!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly found that Chen Xingdao beside her was gone.

Freya looked back in confusion: "Master Chen, where are you going?"

Chen Xingdao opened the door and turned back to explain seriously: "I have to say that I suddenly found that Xia Feng and I are very destined!"

Freya's beautiful eyes opened wide.

"So, I decided to make an exception and accept this boy as my apprentice!"

"?!!!" Freya opened her rosy little mouth, and when she reacted, Master Chen had already waved his hand and left.

"Master Chen, stop right there!" Freya's eyelids twitched, and she was rarely angry, and hurriedly chased after him.

When——

The race bell rang for the seventh time, which was the countdown to the game with only 20 seconds left.

Xia Feng took the Pingshan pocket watch hanging on Yan Xujia's collar in the chaos. As he was surrounded by ten wooden soldiers, no one saw it.

Then he stepped aside and watched the fair duel between ten people and one person in front of him. He stroked his chin and nodded with satisfaction. He liked the feeling of this duel.

It was easy and fair, and he didn't have to do it himself. Well, it was very suitable for a salted fish youth like him who pursued peace.

"Master~ Master~"

Selina's low and soft trembling voice echoed in his ears. Xia Feng thought about it, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said again in his heart: "Optimize."

"Eh~ Uh~~~~~" Selina, who gave birth to anthropomorphic emotions, issued a mechanical Boeing again and shouted: "No-don't!!!"

[Optimizing--]

[Second optimization failed-wood will be broken 19%]

Xia Feng frowned. Although the optimization failed, Selina's emotional changes became more and more rich, and her voice became more and more layered, more like a real person.

He activated the skill again: "Optimize!"

[Optimizing——]

[The third optimization failed——61% of the wood will be broken]

"Is it really not working?" Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He thought that he could upgrade the quality again after upgrading the quality like forging equipment.

However, it seems that it can only be optimized once. Further optimization will damage the spiritual weapon itself.

But he still didn't believe it.

"Optimize!"

"No——Wait, wait a minute~~~Master! Save me~~~~"

Yan Xujia vaguely heard Selina's soft, trembling voice, and his heart ached. How could things develop to this point? Bastard! Xia! Feng!! I will kill you, a bastard!!!

[Optimizing——]

[Fourth optimization failed——Wood will be broken 99%]

"Master, master~ I'm sorry, Selina was played badly~" The intermittent tremor of the collapse became weaker and weaker. Yan Xujia listened to his heart twitching, and his consciousness gradually collapsed. Damn it, damn it, how could this happen? In his daze, he suddenly felt a trace of regret. If he had known earlier, he would not have provoked her.

"Bang!!!!"

Xia Feng was about to optimize for the fifth time, but Selina could no longer bear so many times and collapsed directly.

The wooden armor covering her whole body exploded and turned into sawdust in the fierce flames, completely disappearing from this world.

Selina was "dead".

Xia Feng was also slightly injured.

The audience outside the venue was shocked, but it was not surprising. B-level and A-level spiritual weapons have some side effects and limitations, and there are many cases where the spiritual weapon power cannot be controlled and explodes.

Yan Xujia lost both his wife and his army this time. He did not win the game, was exiled to southern Xinjiang, and lost a wooden general with basic intelligence.

When——

The game bell rang for the eighth time.

"The game is over." A referee appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield. With his indifferent voice, a strong spiritual pressure spread.

Xia Feng and the wooden soldiers were all unable to move.

The referee came to the side of the unconscious Yan Xujia, sniffed his breath, rolled his eyelids, nodded and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "The winner of this duel is Xia Feng!"

After a second of silence in the audience, thunderous applause rang out in an instant, and the cheers like waves were mixed with the screams of boys and girls "Xia Feng, I want to give birth to a baby for you."

Although the result was very unexpected, this wonderful battle did greatly satisfy the audience's emotions. In summary, they became fans of Xia Feng.

However, a small number of viewers sat in their seats expressionlessly.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have bet all on Yan Xujia! Damn, I lost everything!" Someone said in despair.

"One hundred times odds! If I bet a little, Xia Feng would win"

"Unfortunately, there is no if, the chance to get rich overnight is gone! Damn!"

"Oh no, A Lin, didn't you say before that you bet ten yuan on Xia Feng to win?"

"Yes, hehe~ Ten yuan a hundred times, one thousand imperial coins!" The boy laughed, "It's so cool, 648 yuan for one time!"

"Dad, that's three hundred left"

"I'll treat you!"

"Dad Lin is awesome!"

"Oh my God! Look in the group, someone said that if Xia Feng wins, he will eat shit live!" Suddenly someone exclaimed and stood up.

"Ah? So he is now"

"Yes! He said that he has no merits as a person, and his only merit is integrity, so he live broadcasts in the toilet-"

"Don't! Don't say it, I feel sick!"

The crowd was noisy, Xia Feng showed an awkward but polite smile amid the screams and cheers, bowed and quickly left.

"Boy, stop."

As soon as he walked out of the exit passage, Xia Feng was stopped by a strange man in a gray Taoist robe.

Hooked nose, drooping eyes, thin cheekbones, and a pale face that was inexplicably gloomy under the dim light, he looked like an evil villain in a novel who liked to laugh.

Xia Feng stepped back cautiously.

Master Chen had no idea how vigilant his image was, and grinned with a creepy smile: "Young man, do you crave power?"

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Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he shook his head quickly: "No, goodbye!"

As he said that, he took a detour and left.

Master Chen frowned slightly, could it be that his smile was not sincere enough? While thinking, he raised his hands and raised the corners of his mouth, pulling up a creepy smile.

"Perfect!" After getting ready again, he turned around and quickly walked to Xia Feng's side, saying in a deep voice as he walked: "Young man, I think you have amazing bones and are born with the talent of a swordsman. Why don't you follow me to practice sword skills and spiritual clothes?"

You are a bitch, your whole family is a bitch! Xia Feng glanced, "Who are you?"

"Oh, yes, this is a business card--"

A black business card was handed over.

Xia Feng glanced at it, and it was written on it--

[Captain Chen Xingdao of the Seventh Squad of the Imperial Holy Department]

[Honorary Professor of Sword Spirit Studies of the Imperial Weiyang College]

[President of the Sunflower Sword Style Research Association]

[Contact number: 139******]

[.]

Although Xia Feng didn't understand what the Sunflower Sword Style was, the first two titles were quite impressive.

Not only a beast, but also a captain-level big shot? It seems to be at the same level as Teacher Fu? Xia Feng stopped and said, "From what you said, you want to take me as your apprentice?"

"That's right. I just watched your match. The spiritual clothes you released are very perfect in both the starting style and the spiritual structure. The basic skills in fighting are also very solid. It is very suitable for learning difficult sword skills! What do you think? Xia Feng, I am also a professor of sword spirits. Follow me-"

"Reject."

Before Chen Xingdao finished speaking, a bright and boring big knife suddenly crossed his neck. A mature female voice with a terrifying aura said unhappily behind him: "Master Chen, are you trying to steal my apprentice from me?"

Xia Feng was shocked. He was facing Chen Xingdao, but he didn't notice that there was a red-haired woman behind Chen Xingdao.

He looked closely and found that this person was Freya.

However, Freya's expression at this moment was completely different from her usual gentleness. Her loose martial arts uniform moved without wind, and the terrifying spiritual pressure was released. Xia Feng seemed to see a female tiger looking down at all living beings with indifferent eyes.

Chen Xingdao's body stiffened for a moment, his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "So the disciple that the sword demon mentioned before was Xia Feng?"

"That's right." Freya said confidently.

"Eh? Wait! Teacher Fu, I haven't agreed to be your disciple yet!" Xia Feng said hurriedly.

Freya's face froze.

Chen Xingdao's eyes lit up instantly, and he calmly turned away the blade with his fingers, turned back and said: "It turns out that it was just the sword demon's wishful thinking, then it's easy to say."

"." Freya narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, but seemed to suddenly remember something, slowly put down the knife and stopped blocking.

"Xia Feng, I will be a fourth-level spiritual master in no time, while Captain Fu will still be at the third level for a long time. It's obvious who to choose as the master, right?"

"Ah?" Xia Feng looked at the big knife across Chen Xingdao's neck in surprise. Why do you look like you don't dare to fight with Teacher Fu?

"How about it, Xia Feng, are you willing to join my Sunflower Sword Sect?"

"Sunflower Sword Sect?" Xia Feng looked puzzled.

"That's right!" Taoist Master Chen said confidently with a serious look, "The B-level spiritual clothing sunflower sword style has the ability to exorcise evil and eliminate bad luck, and its power is even comparable to many A-level spiritual clothing. Moreover, I have vaguely discovered a way to improve it into an A-level spiritual clothing. Now I am only one step away from the final step, but I don't know where the mistake is. Well, I have gone too far~"

He raised his slightly feminine and gloomy eyes seriously, with a little expectation, "How is it? Before learning this method, you only need to cut off two taels of meat from your crotch. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to carry forward this method——"

"Puff~" Freya stood aside and listened silently. When she heard this, she really couldn't hold it back and laughed softly.

Taoist Master Chen frowned, tilted his head and sneered: "Sword Demon, what are you laughing at? Do you think that Xiaoyou Xia Feng is a vulgar person like you?"

Xia Feng: "."

Freya ignored Chen Xingdao, but just curled her lips and looked at Xia Feng gently: "Xiaoxia classmate, how about it? Do you want to learn sword from him, or learn sword from Teacher Fu?"

Taoist Master Chen also turned his head, looking forward to it.

Sorry, I am a vulgar person. Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he arched his hands to the man in the Taoist robe: "Hey~ Master Chen, to be honest, my biggest dream is to marry a beautiful wife."

Hearing this, Chen Xingdao frowned, and he was a little disappointed. He thought that such a genius would be a fellow Taoist who was devoted to Taoism, but he didn't expect that he was still burdened by the filth of this world.

He didn't understand, what's good about sleeping with a woman?

Is it better than sleeping with Jianjian? Jianjian is his sword, and he usually likes to sleep with the sword. Isn't this more interesting than a woman?

"So, you agree to be my disciple?" Freya smiled happily.