Lu Feng was happy to be where he was, and poured wine for his wives.
Seeing that Lu Feng was so busy, Ye Xi was envious of them.
But he couldn't help reminding: "Master Holy Son, it's your turn next time."
Liu Erlong reminded Ning Rongrong to prepare, but did not remind Lu Feng to prepare, she felt a little strange.
Ye Xi had seen Liu Erlong and Lu Feng hugging each other last night, and they went back to the room one after the other, and then there was that kind of sound.
Obviously mating.
She is the titled Douluo of the agility attack system, and the blood-sucking night bat king's martial spirit makes her eyes and ears extremely sensitive. The thick stone walls are very soundproof, but they can't block her keen hearing. Lu Feng and Liu Erlong don't seem to plan to suppress her. sound.
Therefore, Ye Xi was able to judge the intensity of the scene from the sound last night.
Since they were a couple, why did they care more about Ning Rongrong?
Of course Ye Xi didn't know, that was because Liu Erlong had absolute confidence in Lu Feng.
A person who can kill Peerless Douluo Tang Hao has nothing to worry about in a killing field of this level.
"It's fine, it'll be fine right away. Serving my dear wives is more important than the duel in the killing field." Lu Feng added wine one by one without leaving anyone behind.
Including Ning Rongrong, who had returned from victory, Lu Feng also handed a cup in person and said with a smile, "Congratulations, baby."
"Bah." Ning Rongrong threw himself into Lu Feng's arms and said coquettishly, "It was so scary just now. Watching it here is completely different from participating in a duel."
It's this effect.
"Just get used to it." Lu Feng lightly patted Ning Rongrong's jade back and said comfortably.
"Mmmm! I'll get used to it, and I'm more confident now." Ning Rongrong put her toes on her toes, and took the initiative to bring her red lips to kiss Lu Feng.
Lu Feng kissed Ning Rongrong lovingly.
The scene is fragrant, and the love is flowing.
Ye Xi can also feel it.
Is this love?
She had never seen such a warm and sweet scene in the killing capital where the crimes were magnified.
"What about number one?"
"Number one, get in quickly!"
"Who is Number One? Oh, yes, it's the Holy Son... Holy Son, please come in."
Despite the urging, the announcer's voice remained respectful.
The number given to Lu Feng is number one.
Exclusive to the Son.
Lu Feng is still fighting with Ning Rongrong.
"Okay, let's go, but I won't spare you at night." Ning Rongrong broke away from Lu Feng's embrace, her cheeks blushing.
"Okay, let's see who begs for mercy at night." Lu Feng smiled and grabbed Ning Rongrong's round jade legs.
At the moment, Lu Feng swept out of the window again.
Fly to the battlefield.
"Holy Son, isn't it, the shelf is big enough, let's wait." A thin yellow-clothed man participating in the duel, sly and small eyes, began to provoke.
"I want to see, why are you a holy son!" Another person responded.
"Yes, let's not fight first, let's try the so-called holy son's weight."
"agree!"
The nine men on the battlefield were talking and looking at each other, knowing what to do.
At the juncture of life and death, it is more important to pay attention to the way that is beneficial to yourself.
On the street, Lu Feng killed more than 20 members of the Hundred Poison Gang with one blow, including a deputy hall master.
Even if it wasn't for Lu Feng to play at the latest, they would find other excuses to deal with Lu Feng together first.
"It doesn't matter, let's go together." Lu Feng shrugged his shoulders.
"You said it!" The thin man in yellow released his martial spirit.
A large weasel phantom appeared behind him.
The peculiarity of the weasel is its eyes, which are red on one side and green on the other, which looks a little evil.
Immediately afterwards, he snorted: "The spirit is possessed!"
"It's the evil-eyed weasel soul master!"
"Fortunately, you can't use soul skills, otherwise the stinky farts released by his soul skills will smoke people to death."
People who have seen this kind of martial arts have made comments.
Lu Feng spread his wings behind him, still using the Golden Winged Dapeng Martial Spirit.
When dealing with multiple people, the Golden Winged Dapeng is the most suitable for ranged attacks.
He once again condensed his soul power into countless golden feather-like light blades, spinning at a high speed like a golden whirlwind, like a golden storm descending.
Incomparably powerful spirit power coercion spread out.
The expressions of the slant-eyed weasel spirit masters and others suddenly changed drastically.
The coercion of the spirit power of the nine of them together was unable to withstand the coercion of the soul power of Lu Feng alone, and they were constantly squeezed and retreated.
And this time, Lu Feng did not hide his soul ring.
Five red 100,000-year spirit rings rose from under his feet.
The audience screamed in shock!
"No, it won't!"
"God! One hundred thousand years! It's all one hundred thousand year spirit rings!"
"He he he... so possible..."
"I must be dazzled!"
Many people dropped their jaws in shock and rubbed their eyes with their hands to look again.
The color didn't change.
"Really, really a hundred thousand year spirit ring!"
"I told you before that after the Elite Spirit Master Competition, there is this rumor, you don't believe it."
"Most of the rumors can't be taken seriously. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it."
"horrible!"
"Well, I now know why he was the Son of God in the first place."
"Is this still going to be fought? The nine people on the field are just the Soul King and Soul Sect, and they are dead."
Amid the noisy screams and discussions in the audience, the nine men looked horrified, and there were beads of sweat on their foreheads. Look at me, I look at you, none of them dared to take the lead in rushing to Lu Feng.
Lu Feng said indifferently: "Yes, let me remind you that in a duel with this holy son, as long as you kneel and admit defeat, you can avoid death."
"Is there such a thing?"
"real or fake?"
"I've never heard of a duel in the killing field. If you lose, you can save yourself from death."
Many people couldn't believe it and looked at the off-field referee.
The referee is a woman from the blood-sucking night bat family. After receiving a notification from Ye Xi, she nodded and said, "This is indeed the case!"
"If you lose, can you still participate in the duel in the killing field?" someone asked.
"Yes, but minus one cumulative win," the referee said.
thump!
The thin man in yellow immediately knelt down and said, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
thump! thump! thump!
More people knelt down and conceded defeat.
A dramatic reversal occurred.
The nine people just wanted to deal with Lu Feng together, but now most of them kneel down and admit defeat.
In the case that there is obviously no way to survive, as long as there is a slight chance, it will be regarded as a life-saving straw.
It was the first time that Lu Feng participated in the duel in the killing field, and the people who decided to duel with him by lottery were not too strong.
But there is no shortage of outlaws who are not afraid of death.
Two people on the field did not kneel.
"You...you bastards! You are afraid of death and come to the capital of slaughter? I don't believe..." A spirit master whose martial spirit was Fire Toad scolded his neck.
Not finished.
The golden light is coming!
The feather-shaped blade of light was cut on the Fire Toad Soul Master's neck, causing a rush of blood.
The fire toad soul master screamed and fell to the ground.
Lu Feng killed him directly without wasting time.
Lu Feng observed that the dead soul master's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the blood had been drained by the floor.
When the True Vision Golden Eye is turned on, one can see strands of white soul power on the Fire Toad Soul Master, which is also absorbed by the floor.
Lu Feng knew that it was not the floor that absorbed it, but the big blood pool connected to the floor.
All the blood and soul power of the deceased, even the power of the soul, were absorbed by the blood pool of killing.
And the victorious one absorbs a ray of murderous aura.