Douluo: left-handed golden cudgel right-handed Pangu axe

Chapter 100 Fight against the four single-attribute patriarchs alone!
"Old orangutan, didn't you say that you have good news to tell me, now that the wine is drunk, shouldn't it be time to tell me?"

After a few sips of wine, Niu Gao couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Tai Tan laughed and said, "I thought you could hold back and not ask."

"Rolling, rolling, chirping!" Niu Gao said angrily.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Tai Tan smiled, then looked at Mo Lang respectfully and said, "This is my master, he wants to establish his own sect.

Ask me if there is a suitable candidate, the first thing I think of is our old brothers! "

"Owner?!"

Although Niu Gao had already guessed, the identity of the young man in front of him was not simple.

But he never thought that his old brother would call the other master!
Looking at the other party's appearance as a noble son, could it be that his old brother betrayed his dignity for money? !
He raised his eyebrows and asked: "Old orangutan, I think you have lived in the dog's stomach for a long time? How old is he? How old are you? You actually called a young boy the owner? If the good news you said just let me If you think this kid is the master just like you, then get out of here immediately!"

"not like this……"

"I thought the patriarch of the Yuzhi clan was a reasonable person, but I didn't expect to be an old antique who judges people by their appearance."

Just as Tai Tan was about to explain, Mo Lang stood up.

He wanted to understand it with reason and move it with emotion, but the other party looked down on him at all, so he realized that he was wrong.

In this world, only by showing your true strength can you have the right to speak!

"Boy, who do you call Old Antique?!"

Niu Gao was always a face-saving person, but now he was called Old Antique by a brat, he immediately became angry, slapped the table and stood up, glaring at him, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his aura as a Contra Press on Mo Lang!

"What are you doing, old rhinoceros? The master is the pinnacle limit Douluo!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Tai Tan on the side immediately revealed Mo Lang's strength.

He wanted to persuade him hard, but he didn't expect that the old rhino's temper was like a toilet stone, smelly and hard.

"Hehe, the old orangutan counted me as the wrong person. What kind of benefits did this kid give you? In order to make me recognize him as the master, you can tell such lies?"

Niu Gao glanced at Tai Tan coldly and said, "Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? So easy to deceive?"

"It's true that I'm not a peak limit Douluo, but with you alone, I can suppress you with one hand, or even if the patriarchs of your four major single-attribute families come, I can still suppress you alone!"

Mo Lang's soul power surged, revealing four black, three red and seven soul rings behind him, his whole body was like a god coming to the world, his eyes were as bright as a divine sword!

"You little soul saint... what the hell! How could the color of your soul ring be... how is this possible!?"

Niu Gao wanted to mock Mo Lang for being just a soul sage, but when he saw the color of Mo Lang's soul ring, he lost his composure and his eyes popped out.

This is embarrassing.

The opponent's soul power seems to be stronger than his own!
I met a teenage soul saint who had four ten thousand year spirit rings and three 10 thousand year spirit rings.

What to do now?
Wait online.

urgent!
"A little soul sage, with such a loud tone, isn't he afraid of slipping his tongue?"

"That's right, so what if your soul ring has a special year? Although our four major single attributes are not strong in single-player combat, so what if you are a real Title Douluo when you get together!"

At this time, two figures came in from the door.

The one who spoke in front was a tall and thin old man with snow-white long hair hanging down his back. This person was probably a level 82 Contra, and also the patriarch of the Min clan—Bai He!
The other person was similar in stature to Baihe, only a head taller than Baihe, with a gloomy expression and gloomy eyes, staring at Mo Lang with an unkind expression.

Mo Lang recognized this person at a glance, it was the Patriarch of the Pozhi Clan——Yang Wudi!

"Old bird, old goat, you came at a good time. The old orangutan actually thinks of such a kid as his master, and wants to drag the three of us together. Do you think he has lived and returned?"

Seeing Bai He and Yang Wudi coming, Niu Gao, who was a little apprehensive at seeing Mo Lang's astonishing soul ring combination, immediately showed a smile on his face.

He may not be this kid's opponent by himself, but with the old bird and the old goat, he is absolutely confident to win the opponent!

"Since they're all here, let's go together, lest you say that I'm a teenager and bully you, an old man in his decades!"

When Mo Lang saw Baihe and Yang Wudi also coming, not only did he not panic, but showed excitement.

Just caught it all.

"???"

Hearing what Mo Lang said, Niu Gao almost laughed angrily.

God fucking bullied me, an old man in his decades!

The patriarch of Lao Tzu's majestic Royal Clan!

Level 82 Contra!
Is it comparable to ordinary old people?
You kid is too crazy!

Tai Tan on the side saw his master's mouth, and was a little bit dumbfounded.

Hurry up for these ten days.

He thinks his master is good at everything.

You want money, you need strength, you need strength, you look handsome, you know a lot, and you are generous to your own people.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the master's mouth.

Such a good master, why did he have to open his mouth!

What surprised and worried him was that his master was not a peak titled Douluo, but a soul sage.

Even if the spirit ring combination was unprecedented, he was not optimistic about fighting the old orangutan and the three of them alone.

As an old brother for many years, he knows very well the combat power of a single attribute gathered together, it is quite terrifying!
"Boy, do you mean you want to fight the four of us alone?"

Yang Wudi looked at Mo Lang coldly. It was the first time he had seen such an arrogant young man.

"That's right, since we want to subdue you, how can we make you surrender willingly if we don't show some strength?" Mo Lang nodded.

I haven't done anything for more than ten days, and my hands are itchy.

"It's good for young people to be confident, but it's arrogant to be too confident!" Bai He stared at Mo Lang and said coldly.

"Is it self-confidence or arrogance, you will know if you try it? If I win, you will regard me as the master, how about joining my Pangu sect?"

"What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I will give you 50 gold soul coins from each of the three of you!"

The Void Ring flashed in Mo Lang's hand, and four black cards appeared in his hands. The black cards, like the previous red cards, were similar to bank cards.

There is a quota of 50 gold soul coins on it!
He knew that each of the four major single-attribute families was getting poorer than the other, especially the Min family. In the novel, one hundred gold soul coins were all their property.

Now 200 million gold soul coins are enough to make them excited!

Sure enough, when the three of them saw the black card marked with 50 gold soul coins in Mo Lang's hand, they all showed fiery gazes.

Especially for the poorest white crane, his eyes are glowing green.

He couldn't wait to say: "Since your kid wants to give us money, then we will accept it without hesitation!"

(End of this chapter)