Douluo's candle

Chapter 5 Martial Soul Hall

Boy is in a good mood,

proudly surveyed his city.

His city was prosperous and bright.

His name is Xiao Chenyu, and he is the son of the city lord!

In his opinion, almost the whole Notting City belongs to his Xiao family.

The little hands of the granddaughter of the bean brain seller at the intersection are slippery and tender.

Some vendors respectfully offer homemade iced tea,

He didn't think it was because the merchants had good eyesight, on the contrary, it should be done.

suddenly,

The two rustic figures on the side of the road are dazzling and eye-catching,

His face changed all of a sudden,
"Where are you country bumpkins from?" He spat unhappily,
The soul master glanced at it, and moved closer to Xiao Chenyu to report, "Master Xiao, I have met him before, he should be the village chief of Fugui Village, and he must be his grandson beside him!"

What the soul master said was nothing more than to remind the boy that the old man is also a subordinate of the City Lord's Mansion, so don't go too far.

The little boy curled his lips, "What kind of village head, it's just a dog of my Xiao family."

He didn't look down on these mud legs,
I even lost my temper when I was going to study in the same school as those work-study students.
He asked his father to use power means more than once to ask Notting College to abolish the work-study system.

It's been too long to get what I want,

I also hated those country people more and more.

"Go, beat up those two country bumpkins and throw them out of the city. After seeing these two obtrusive things, I will lose all good mood." He casually said something that seemed insignificant.

"Master, this?" The subordinate hesitated.

"Huh? Hurry up." Xiao Chenyu was a little impatient.

After all, the subordinates did not dare to disobey Xiao Chenyu's order,

Turning his head to look at the grandfather and grandson not far away, "It's unlucky for you!" 』

The soul power rises in the hands,

Little Wang Quan sensed something was wrong, and took the old village head's hand, "Grandpa, let's run."

The young subordinates are willing to let the grandpa and grandson go,
But the other subordinates saw him dawdling, and felt that this was a good opportunity to curry favor with Young Master Xiao.

Several people scrambled to be the first, and a flash blocked the way of the two of them.
"Run? Where are you going!"

The grandfather of the village head did not expect that disasters would happen. Just because of the displeasure of a nobleman passing by, he got into huge troubles.
"I beg you to let us go, we will leave now and never appear in front of you."

The few people pretended not to hear, and approached the grandpa and grandson step by step with grim smiles.

"Let's go, Master Xiao said, let's go after a beating."

The village chief's grandfather stood in front of Xiao Wangquan tremblingly, "You, you—"

The leader, the gray-clothed soul master, stopped talking, raised his foot and kicked the village chief hard.

The village chief staggered, but managed not to fall backwards.

Instead, he turned around and pressed Xiao Wangquan to the ground, tightly protecting him in his arms,
Crackling punches and kicks landed on the old village head,

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Little Wang Quan yelled, trying to break away from the protection of the old village chief, but found that the old man who was usually in his dying years seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, his arms were motionless as if welded to death.

"what--"

Little Wang Quan was trembling with anger, his eyes were red,

"How dare you! 』

"How dare he! 』

"kill him! 』

"He must be killed! ! 』

The qi in his body disappeared as early as he came to this world, but he still has the tenth-level soul power of cultivation.

Although it is impossible to use this power without the awakening of the martial soul,

But as long as it is energy, it has lethality.

Visualize the veins of the previous life, force the energy in the body to run,
"I want him to die!" ! 』

no one sees,

Under the old village head, the ferocious face of the little man less than one year old was particularly terrifying.

In the street, a group of people are surrounded far away, either numb or sympathetic,

Pointing and pointing in twos and threes,
"stop!"

A shout interrupted the punching and kicking of the three people,

The hem of the clothes and the hunting sound of the gust of wind, hurried footsteps stepped on the cart and the desk, and fell into the field like a falcon.

"Su Yuntao?"

Xiao Chenyu obviously recognized this person, the newly recruited inspection deacon of Wuhundian.

He can be regarded as a well-known young talent in Notting City.

The level 26 great soul master, who had been standing behind Xiao Chenyu without making a move, glanced lightly and didn't take it seriously.

"They are the people under your father's rule. They are so brutal and tyrannical, how can they look like the sons of the city lord!"

"It's just a few untouchables, killing them is nothing!" Xiao Chenyu didn't care.

"Hmph!" Su Yuntao knew the temperament of these nobles, and he didn't take the common people seriously.

Don't tell him too much, "Now I'm going to take them away."

Xiao Chenyu watched his father's various actions in the officialdom since he was a child, and he was more or less tainted with the atmosphere of the officialdom, knowing who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

It was said before that almost the entire Notting City belongs to his Xiao family, but the Wuhun Palace is obviously outside this almost.

In fact, ever since he saw Su Yuntao appearing, he knew that this matter had to be left alone.

He will not fight against Wuhundian for two untouchables.

"let's go!"

As soon as the words were finished, he led the great soul master towards the distance, and the other soul masters looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

The tense atmosphere on the street dissipated, and passers-by returned to normal.

Su Yuntao hurried to the old village head,
"Village chief, how are you?"

The old village chief's face was pale, and he was finally relieved to see the people coming from the Wuhun Temple.
Let go of the hand holding Xiao Wangquan tightly,
"My lord, thank you..."

Little Wang Quan hurriedly got out of the old village head's arms, hugged the village head's grandfather, tears welled up in his eyes.

The grandfather of the village chief was beaten until his face was like gold paper, coughing up blood, and his clothes were stained red.

Little Wang Quan grabbed the hem of Su Yuntao's clothes with his small hands, looked up at him, "I beg you, save my grandpa."

Su Yuntao signaled that there is no need to say any more, and bent over to carry the old village chief who was in a coma,
"Don't worry, I'll take you to the Wuhun Hall, where there are assistant soul masters to treat your grandfather."

Su Yuntao's pace is not slow,
Little Wang Quan tried his best to push his two calves to barely follow behind,

"It's really extraordinary. 』Su Yuntao felt emotionally in his heart,

"One-year-old can speak and walk, it seems that only the geniuses of those big families. 』

Fortunately, Wuhundian is not far away, and we arrived there in a short walk.
A huge brown dome building with a width of more than 20 meters and a height of [-] meters. The giant sword on the front gate is quite imposing.

Little Wang Quan was worried about the injury of the village chief's grandfather, so he glanced at it and didn't look at it any more, and hurried in following Su Yuntao's footsteps.

Wuhun Hall Hall,
Sunlight refracts on the surrounding murals through the huge crystal windows, and the golden light shines dazzlingly.

An acquaintance came to meet him——Master Maciuino,

"Yuntao, this is?"

Su Yuntao quickly told the general situation to Master Maxiu Nuo,

"These nobles!" Matthew Nuo snorted angrily, apparently also very displeased with the style of these nobles.

Hastily called the assistant soul master of Wuhun Temple to treat the village head,
An unknown white flower rose from between the palms, and a little green light spread to the old village head,
"Auxiliary soul master? ’Little King Quan kept it in his heart,

He doesn't know anything about this world, so he can only observe a little bit and keep it in his heart.

With the consumption of soul power,
The bruises on the old village chief's body gradually receded, and there was a trace of blood on his face.
Finally, the soul master's face paled a little, the light dissipated,

The old village chief also woke up leisurely,

"What a magical power. 』His supernatural powers do not have the ability to heal others.

"The old village chief is fine, but he is old, and he needs to rest for a few months when he goes back."

The grandfather and grandson thanked him a lot, and finally declined Su Yuntao's farewell, and walked out of the Wuhun Hall.

Little Wang Quan finally looked back at the tall building, the brown dome shone in the sunlight.

"Wuhundian, the nobles of the empire,"

Little Wang Quan supported the old village head, not knowing what to think.

(End of this chapter)