Chapter 69: Joke, what face do you have in front of me?
“Zhao Wuji————”
My body was already very uncomfortable due to the effects of Yun Feng and Tang San, but it has not recovered yet and even seems to be getting worse. When he was thinking about how to train Yun Feng and Tang San well in the future, a sudden voice made the smile on his face freeze instantly.
You must know that as a seventy-sixth level soul saint, he is a high-level existence in the entire Douluo Continent soul master world, and his soul power is already powerful enough to form a wonderful magic around his body. The aura can clearly distinguish the sound of falling leaves within a hundred meters around the body.
At this time, he did not feel that there was anyone around him, and the voice pierced directly into his ears, and it sounded like he was talking in his ears.
This kind of strength has made Zhao Wu extremely vigilant. He didn't recognize this voice, but he was sure that the strength of the person coming was definitely not inferior to him.
“Who?”
Forcibly suppressing the pain, he stood up suddenly, a cold light gleaming in Zhao Wuji’s eyes.
At first, his reputation in the soul master world was not very good, and he had many enemies.
It has been peaceful hiding in Shrek Academy for these years. Unexpectedly, a powerful opponent suddenly appeared at this time.
"Come out."
A faint aura locked on Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji walked out of the window without hesitation and came outside. His soul power suddenly increased to its peak, and he was cautiously on guard while also searching for any movement around him.
Who is Zhao Wuji?
Fudo Myooh, the master who killed countless people in the past, was so provoked by an unknown opponent, coupled with the suffocation in his chest during the day, he suddenly became angry.
Use your strength on your feet and quickly chase in the direction of the aura.
In a short time, they were out of the Shrek Academy and arrived in a forest outside.
That trace of breath disappeared right here.
“Come out, I know you are here.”
Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.
At the same time, he completed the possession of his martial soul in the first time. The seven soul rings moved up and down around his body, shining with dazzling light. Especially the three black ten thousand year soul rings looked even more amazing. Profound.
A black figure slowly walked out from behind a big tree.
This man was covered in black clothes and even had a black hood on his head. From his appearance, he could only be seen to be a tall man.
“Who are you?”
Zhao Wuji shouted coldly, completing the possession of the martial soul Vajra Bear. His whole body released a wild aura, showing no anger or self-power.
The man in black did not directly answer his words, but simply said lightly:
"I saw Fudo Myoto in this small place. I just wanted to compete with you. I haven't moved my muscles for a long time."
As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm and turned into a huge artifact. At the same time, a total of nine soul rings quietly appeared in On him.
Two yellow, two purple, four black and one red.
The nine soul rings did not move as rhythmically as Zhao Wuji's, but quietly stagnated at different positions on the man in black's body, completely covering his body.
The nine soul rings were extremely terrifying, especially his last soul ring, which was extremely blood red, dyeing the surrounding environment red.
Seeing the man in black releasing nine soul rings in front of him, Zhao Wuji felt as if cold water was splashing on his face, and his whole body shivered.
As a soul master at the soul saint level, he understands the gap between high-level soul masters very well. When you reach level 60 or above, let alone one stage difference, even if you are only one level behind, there is still a certain gap in strength.
On the surface, the difference between him and the man in black should be about twenty levels, but he knew very well that the gap between him and the man in black was even greater than The gap in soul power between Yun Feng and him was even greater.
The most important thing is that the last soul ring on the man in black is red!
What kind of soul ring can turn into that color?
One hundred thousand years! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
"Title Douluo."
Having said these four words with difficulty, Zhao Wuji's Fudo Mingwang body trembled a little. If he is a higher-level existence among soul masters, then, Titled Douluo is the pinnacle of soul masters.
The domineering power in his previous words was gone, and Zhao Wuji hurriedly bent down to salute.
"Excuse me, which senior is here? Stop joking with me. How can I compete with you?"
Tang Hao looked at Zhao Wuji at this time and couldn't help but feel a little bit It's funny, but on the surface he still said calmly:
"What's wrong with it? During the day, weren't you a good bully when you bullied those children? I found that bullies It seems good, let me bully you too."
"Of course, you can think that I am bullying."
Without any strong aura emanating, Tang Hao held the huge Clear Sky Hammer and walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step.
The thoughts in Zhao Wuji's mind were spinning. There were only a handful of Titled Douluo on the mainland, and each one had a name. The Titled Douluo in front of him was obviously a weapon soul, and he had cultivated the weapon soul to the point where he could be titled. There are even fewer people at the Douluo level, so there is only the last person left!
Suddenly, Tang Hao stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji.
“Now that you are here, come out. What’s the difference between one and two?”
As the figure flickered, someone appeared next to Zao Wuji, it was Flanders , and the appearance of Flanders instantly relaxed the look on Zhao Wuji's face.
"Boss, this senior is..."
Flanders waved his hand to Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak.
Faced with invisible pressure, Flanders had to release his martial spirit.
A pair of huge wings stretched out from his back, and his whole body was covered with a layer of feathers. The pupils in his orange eyes stood upright. Seven soul rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared, surrounding them. The body moves up and down.
“I have seen Haotian Mianxia.”
Flanders was also a person who knew current affairs. Not only did he have no intention of taking action, but he saluted Tang Hao respectfully.
Zhao Wuji took a breath. After listening to Flanders' words, he finally determined who the person in front of him was.
My heart contracted for a while, my god, when had I offended this terrifying guy.
The man in front of me is a titled Douluo who is known as the most powerful person in the soul master world.
The development direction of Wuhun is exactly the same as mine, but compared with his, my own strength is just the light of a firefly.
Tang Hao said coldly:
"No need to be polite, I am here to cause trouble. Cat Eagle Martial Spirit, level 78, is worthy of Flanders, the main battler in the Golden Iron Triangle. This history Lake Academy is yours.”
Flanders nodded and said helplessly:
“Yes, Your Majesty, I don’t know when Zhao Wuji offended Your Majesty. , can you give me some thin noodles?"
After hearing this, Tang Hao suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, what a joke, what face do you have in front of me?"
(End of this chapter)