Douluo: Sign in from the Holy Soul Village

Chapter 45 Hum, hum, ah ah——

"Zao Wuji."

Just when Zhao Wuji was still imagining, a sudden voice suddenly froze the smile on his face.

As a level 76 soul saint, he didn't even notice anyone approaching this place.

You know, if he is serious, he can even sense the slightest movement hundreds of meters away.

But this mysterious man is very scary.

If he hadn't spoken, he would never have discovered this person's existence.

This person is a master!

Could it be Contra?

"Who?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with coldness.

At the beginning, his reputation in the soul master world was not very good, and he had many enemies.

Maybe someone got wind of it and came here to take revenge.

"Come out."

A vague aura locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji immediately broke through the window, his soul power reaching its peak, and he carefully guarded his surroundings.

I had been holding back my anger during the day, and now I was even more angry.

It didn't take long to arrive at the woods outside Shrek Academy, and followed the soul power aura to get here.

"Come out, I know you're here."

Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

Possessed by a martial soul, seven soul rings circulate around the body.

At this time, a black figure walked out from behind the tree, shrouded in black clothes and tall.

"who are you?"

Zhao Wuji asked coldly.

"I saw Fudo Myoto in this small place, and I just wanted to have a discussion with you,"

"I haven't exercised my muscles for a long time."

The man in black said slowly.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

A total of nine martial arts spirits were beating on the body, and a big black hammer appeared in his hand.

Zhao Wuji felt only ice-like coldness and despair in his heart.

After reaching the sixtieth level, the difference in soul power of even one level will be very obvious. Now this guy is obviously a ninety-level titled Douluo.

This huge gap was countless times larger than the gap between him and Ye Feng.

The difficulty for a soul saint to become a titled Douluo is much higher than that for a great soul master to become a soul saint. It is not on the same level at all.

"Title Douluo..."

Zhao Wuji's body was trembling slightly.

This is a group of top figures in the soul master world, and even the emperors of the two empires must treat them with courtesy.

"Excuse me, which senior is here? Please stop joking with me,"

"How am I qualified to spar with you?"

Zhao Wuji quickly bent down to salute, his previous domineering and arrogance no longer known where to go.

"What's not worthy?"

"You, a fifty-year-old soul saint, have the nerve to attack a twelve-year-old child. Why can't I attack you?"

"You can think I'm bullying."

The man in black said lightly.

There is no breath, nor any fluctuation of soul power.

The man in black approached with a big hammer in his hand, and Zhao Wuji was wondering who this mysterious man was.

There are very few titled Douluo, and they basically all have their own martial soul characteristics.

A hammer-like weapon soul?

Who on earth is it?

"Now that you're here, come out,"

"What's the difference between one and two?"

The man in black suddenly stopped and said.

A figure appeared from behind, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.

"Boss, this senior is..."

Flanders waved his hand to signal him not to speak.

Facing the aura of Titled Douluo, he also activated his martial spirit.

A pair of huge wings appeared from behind, its body was covered with a layer of feathers, and its orange eyes had erected pupils.

The seven standard soul rings appeared, the same as those of Zhao Wuji.

"I've seen Haotian Mianxia."

Flanders saluted respectfully.

At this time, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, and his heartbeat skipped half a beat.

Haotian Douluo is known as the most powerful man in the soul master world.

Although his powerful Diamond Bear is good, it is still as weak as an ant in front of this one.

"No need to be polite, I'm here to cause trouble,"

"Cat Eagle Martial Spirit, level seventy-eight, Flanders, one of the Golden Iron Triangle, right?"

The man in black said lightly.

"Yes, I don't know what Zhao Wuji did to offend Sir,"

"Can you give me some thin noodles?"

Flanders said humbly.

"Stop talking nonsense and stand aside, or I'll beat you up too,"

"Zhao Wuji, I'll give you a chance. If you can hold on to me for one minute without my martial arts, I'll leave immediately without saying a word."

said the man in black.

"Your Majesty Haotian, I really don't understand how I have offended you,"

"Can you make it clear?"

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly.

Even if I die, I still understand.

At this time, Flanders dodged away without loyalty and watched the battle from a distance.

"Need to say?"

"You shamelessly hit the younger one, and the older one will naturally stand up and seek justice."

The man in black snorted coldly.

The hammer spirit and nine spirit rings all disappeared, and the next second his fist had reached Zhao Wuji's face.

"Bang! Bang!"

"boom!"

"Hmph, hum, ahhhh-"

The fist hit his face, and Zhao Wuji's body was beaten around like a sandbag, and there were screams and wails one after another.

Flanders turned his head silently, pretending he didn't see anything.

......

It doesn’t take a stick of incense at all.

The fight was over in ten seconds.

The man in black stood there with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened, not even the corners of his clothes were messy.

But Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground, his head was swollen, his eyes were covered with dark circles, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was gasping for air.

"Zhao Wou-ki, do you understand?"

The man in black said calmly.

"Thank you Haotianmian for your guidance."

Zhao Wuji didn't complain, and his voice was actually very grateful.

Only then did Flanders come over and help Zhao Wuji stand up.

"What I did just now is considered as compensation for you,"

"Tang San will be looking after you from now on."

There was a trace of warmth in the eyes of the man in black, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhao Wuji grinned, relying on Flanders' support to stand firmly on the ground. Both of them withdrew their martial spirits.

"Flanders, you are so heartless,"

"If someone asks you to take a side, will you take a side?"

"If it weren't for Haotian Mian's hostility, my body would be starting to get cold now."

Zhao Wuji complained.

"What do you know?"

"If he is really malicious, what can I do? Will he not die?"

"He is someone who dares to beat even the Pope of Wuhun Palace. What does he have to be afraid of?"

"I just didn't expect that he turned out to be Tang San's father..."

Flender sighed.

"I don't know what you mean, but I'm so miserable. Can't you just let me complain?"

"His power is too strong. I have no chance to resist without using my martial soul. I'm afraid my soul power has exceeded level ninety-five."

"In the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few people who can be his opponent."

Zhao Wuji smiled wryly.

"Which Titled Douluo is easy to mess with?"

"You are lucky this time, and you got his guidance. You are both powerful martial souls. Although you were beaten, it is also good for your cultivation."

Flender said.

The night is getting darker and the students of Shrek Academy have taken a rest.

And Zhao Wuji was beaten again and turned into a pig's head, so he could not recover in a short time.

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