Douluo: Sword God of Seven Kills

Chapter 72 The style of that slap

Half a day later, Chen Daochu hummed a song and walked on a country road outside Tiandou City.

He didn't fly with the sword all the time.

Firstly, Yujian flying consumes too much soul power, so it is not suitable for long-distance travel.

Second, it is too ostentatious and easy to cause trouble.

Chen Daochu thought he wasn't too weak, but he wasn't at the level of Invincible Douluo Dalu.

Moreover, in his previous life, he longed for this kind of life of walking around the world with a sword, and now he has the opportunity, he must experience it well.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry!
Accompanied by the beautiful scenery along the way, the mood at the beginning of the dust is still good.

It wasn't until night fell that Chen Daochu found a place to rest after a simple dinner.

Such days lasted for a month.

One day, in the evening.

Chen Daochu came to a small village under the Tiannan Province of the Tiandou Empire.

The village is not big, there are about dozens of families, and the village looks a bit dilapidated.

At the entrance of the village, on the top of the wooden gate, there are three crooked words 'Lijiacun'.

This village seems to be very poor, and the houses the villagers live in are actually very backward small earthen houses.

The strange thing is that at this time when every household is supposed to be smoking and children are playing everywhere, the village is so quiet that not even a single person can be seen.

Shouldn't it be attacked by spirit beasts or wild beasts?Chen Daochu couldn't help feeling tense in his heart.

In the Heaven Dou Empire, this kind of thing happened from time to time, it happened to Chen Daochu on the way to Qibao Glazed Tile School.

Thinking of this, Chen Daochu hurriedly ran towards the village.

Fortunately, not long after entering the village, far away, at the beginning of the dust, I saw a group of people kneeling on the square of the village.

Chen Daochu walked towards the square in the village.

At this time, a boy about seven or eight years old from a dilapidated hut on the side ran out in a panic with a bag in his hand.

The young man was sallow and thin, with a long-term malnourished appearance, and was wearing a patched piece of clothing.

Under the disheveled hair was a delicate little face. There was a bloody mole between his eyebrows, which looked like it was dotted with a pen.

Chen Daochu hastily grabbed the boy and asked, "Little brother, what are you doing?"

"Ah~"

The young man seemed to be taken aback by Chen Daochu, and he screamed instinctively. After seeing Chen Daochu's face, he spoke quickly, "Brother, are you from outside?"

"I advise you not to go there, the master soul master from the mountain is here to collect the tribute."

"I'm leaving, I'll be beaten if I'm late."

After finishing speaking, the boy broke free from Chen Daochu's hand and ran towards the square not far away.

"Master Soul Master from the mountain?"

"Could it be bandits?"

Chen Daochu couldn't help frowning, the Heaven Dou Empire had no one to manage state affairs because of Emperor Xue Ye's inaction, and the prince Xue Qinghe was from the Wuhun Palace.

The various kingdoms under its jurisdiction act independently, and the upper level does not care whether the lower level lives or dies.

In the end, it is the poor people at the bottom who suffer.

All wandering spirit beasts hurting people, mountain bandits, wolf robbers, and all kinds of ghosts and snakes can dominate the Heaven Dou Empire.

Chen Daochu hurriedly ran to the place where the crowd gathered, he couldn't control the crowd, but since he met him, he would not choose to turn a blind eye.

Chen Daochu didn't go directly there, he planned to observe, in case there was a misunderstanding, it would be embarrassing.

From a distance, in the square, a burly burly man and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man stood in front of the crowd, standing out very conspicuously.

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said nothing, acting like a big boss.

That burly man held a piece of paper in his hand and read aloud: "Li Fugui, Li Changping,..."

Every time a name is pronounced, a person will walk out of the crowd, holding a bag in his hand, put the bag in front of the burly man, go back and continue to kneel.

At this time, Chen Daochu discovered that each villager had prepared a bag, and he didn't know what was in it.

"Li Changsheng!"

Following the voice of the burly man, Chen Dao first saw that the boy he met before walked up.

The bag in the boy's hand was deflated, and it seemed that there was nothing in it.

The burly man took the bag from the boy's hand, glanced at it, and cursed: "Tmd, are you kidding me?"

Then he kicked the boy to the ground.

"My lord, this is all my surplus food, please let me go, please let me go!"

The boy got up, knelt and crawled all the way to the big man's feet, hugged his leg and kept begging for mercy.

"Look at it, if you don't pay the rations or the amount of rations you pay is not enough, he will be your fate!"

Facing the young man begging for mercy, the burly man remained unmoved at all, stretching out his huge and generous palm, holding the soul power on it.

The big man raised his palm and patted the young man's face down.

There was a whistling sound from the palm of his hand, obviously the power was not weak, if this shot was real, the boy would definitely be dead or alive.

The boy's face was full of fear, but he just kept begging for mercy, and didn't try to escape, because he knew he couldn't escape.

Faced with this scene, the kneeling people in the square buried their heads even lower.

However, the imagined screams of the teenager did not appear.

When the palm of the burly man was about to fall on the young man's face, a slender white palm firmly blocked the hand of the burly man.

The villagers who didn't hear the screams couldn't help but look up secretly.

I saw a slender and handsome young man in a white exercise suit stretching out a hand to firmly grasp the hand of the burly man, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

The boy's long white hair was blown by the wind, and his handsome and impeccable appearance made the villagers stunned.

At this moment, they believed that this boy was sent by heaven to save them.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The burly man let out a roar, his body was enveloped by black light, and soon his appearance changed.

His skin turned iron gray, and a single horn actually appeared on his forehead.

He threw his head back and bumped towards Chen Daochu's head.

I didn't want to have a 'close contact' with this guy, so I raised my foot and kicked the burly man's chest.

The big man was kicked and flew upside down, leaving a long trace on the ground.

"The first soul skill, strength increase!"

"The second soul skill, Rampage!"

The burly man rolled over, and behind him, two soul rings, one white and one yellow, were lit up.

At some point, a staff-like thing appeared in the hand of that ordinary middle-aged man.

At this moment, two rays of light flew out from the hands of the middle-aged man who had never had any sense of presence, and blessed the burly man.

This middle-aged man is actually an auxiliary soul master.

As the light merged, the already tall figure of the burly man swelled even more.

The big man was like a big truck that was out of control, rushing toward Chen Daochu unstoppably.

Looking at the ferocious man rushing towards him, Chen Daochu felt nothing in his heart, he even wanted to laugh
The right hand exuded a jade light, and in the shocked eyes of many village names, Chen Daochu raised his palm.

'Paji' slapped the burly man on the face.

The big man's burly body didn't even stop, it flew up into the air, flipped twice in the air, and a few teeth were blown away, and fell to the ground together with the big man.

When he got up, his face was already swollen like a dog stung by a wasp.

At this time, the middle-aged man and the burly man realized that the young man in front of him was a master.

The two wanted to run away but it was too late, Chen Dao Chufei stepped forward and punched each of them in the stomach.

Chen Daochu's domineering power like an ancient dragon hit the two of them clutching their stomachs, like a prawn, spitting out sour water non-stop.

Fearing that there would be another storm between the two of them, Chen Daochu directly knocked down the knife one by one.

　It has been signed, brothers, rest assured to invest! ! !
　
(End of this chapter)