Douluo's strongest beast martial arts

Chapter 29 The Golden Needle Sect Who Comes to Find Faults (Explosive update, please recommend tickets!)
Qingyuan Mountains, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, is the home of Iron Armor Sect on the top of that mountain.

"Yang'er, what happened to the Four Immortals Sect?"

A burly man in a dark black robe with a serious face asked.

This person is the suzerain of the Iron Armor Sect, Fan Jian. He is only 35 years old, and his soul power has already reached level 58, which can be described as extraordinary aptitude.

Li Yangdao: "Report to the suzerain, the Sixiang sect has been calm recently, and there is nothing unusual about it."

Fan Jian asked: "How is the investigation of the origin of the Four Unlike Sect?"

Li Yang said: "No background was found!"

"Without any background? Impossible, dare to release the slogan of only accepting monsters, not ordinary people, and building the strongest sect in the Douluo Continent within 50 years, how can there be no background at all!"

Fan Jian was very dissatisfied with the results of Li Yang's investigation. He had been investigating for several months, but the result was still the same. It is estimated that no one would be satisfied.

"Sect Master, you shouldn't have guessed wrong, maybe this Four-Like School really has no background, but it's just a slogan, trying to recruit outstanding disciples."

Li Yang naturally saw Fan Jian's dissatisfaction, and expressed his guess.

Fan Jian said coldly: "Really? Then why is there a genius in Sixiangzong, and the second spirit ring is the thousand-year spirit ring."

Li Yang said: "Sovereign, do you even believe such rumors?"

Fan Jian pondered for a moment and replied: "Although the rumors are not credible, they cannot be ignored. Our Iron Armored Sect can develop to where it is today, relying on being cautious. It is impossible to find out the origin of the Four Immortals Sect through investigation, so we have to find someone Going to try it out."

"The suzerain intends to send people from the affiliated sects of this sect to use the excuse of learning from each other to test the background of the four unlike sects?"

Li Yang was talented and intelligent, and he could see his thoughts from Fan Jian's expression.

"Yang'er is the one who knows me. It is for this reason that you go to the Golden Needle Sect immediately and send outstanding disciples there. The Sect Master wants to see how much the Four Immortals Sect is worth."

Fan Jian's eyes gradually narrowed, and the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a cold smile.

In the Douluo Continent, there are many sects. According to the strength of the sects, they are divided into five grades, small sects, middle-rank sects, high-rank sects, large sects, and super sects.

The Iron Armor Sect is a high-grade sect, and the strongest in its sect is a soul saint, and in this small area, it is the strongest sect.

There are more than a dozen small sects affiliated to it, and five middle-rank sects, and the Golden Needle Sect is one of the middle-rank sects.

"Yes, disciple, let's go!"

Li Yang cupped his hands, turned around and wanted to leave.

Fan Jian suddenly called to Li Yang and said, "Yang'er, how is Gao Yang now?"

Hearing this, Li Yang's expression froze, and he said: "Junior brother Gao Yang is still absent-minded, and wants to escape from the sect and go to the Sixiang sect."

Fan Jian sighed, and said: "You have time to persuade him well, let him stay in our Iron Armor Sect, we can't let such a genius go away."

"Yes, the disciple obeys!"

Li Yang resigned and retreated.

When Li Yang left, showing a sinister look, Nuonuo said to himself: "Gao Yang, it seems that I can't keep you."

Yun Tian and the others quietly cultivated in their chosen training places, except for eating, resting, taking turns guarding the mountain gate, and necessary actual combat discussions, they almost never went out.

Unknowingly, such a boring life has passed for about a month.

"Who is coming, what is the important thing to come to this sect!"

Zhou Peng, who was guarding the mountain gate, stopped the five men and one woman who came.

"The third elder of the Golden Needle Sect, Zheng Gan, heard that the Sixiang Sect is here, so he specially led the disciples of the Sect to discuss and ask for advice."

The gloomy-looking middle-aged man cupped his hands.

"Sorry, we recently closed the gate of the Four Immortals, and no one is allowed to enter. Please go back the same way."

Zhou Pengcai didn't believe that they were here to compete, and there must be some ulterior secrets.

"Where did the boy come from, dare to talk to us three elders like this, hurry up and ask your suzerain to kneel down to greet you."

One of the thin youths reprimanded.

Zhou Peng couldn't get used to villains who bullied others the most. He frowned and said, "What are you? Let our suzerain greet you in person."

"Stinky boy, I see that your skin is itchy."

The thin young man shouted angrily, his soul power surged, and two yellow soul rings loomed.

"Hehe, it seems that your Golden Needle Sect is not here to compete, but to find fault."

Zhou Peng smiled coldly, ghost vines emerged in the palm of his right hand, and two bright yellow soul rings were suspended.

"Level 27 Great Soul Master!"

Seeing this, Zheng Gan shrank his pupils, shocked by Zhou Peng's strength.

"It seems that this four-faced sect is not simple. This kid looks like he is only 13 years old. At such a young age, his soul power has reached level 27. His talent is indeed monstrous."

"Level 27, how is it possible!"

The thin young man was shocked when he looked at the boy who was a few years younger than him.

"You know my talent this time, don't you hurry up, we don't have time to spare, waste time with you." Zhou Peng smiled contemptuously.

Zheng Gou heard about it, his expression changed, and he said: "Boy, you can fart indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Our Golden Needle Sect came here to discuss and exchange with good intentions. Is this how you Four Immortal Sects treat guests?"

"If you come to communicate with sincerity, we will naturally welcome you. However, if you speak wild words as soon as you come, is that communication? In the eyes of the young master, you are here to find fault and ruin the situation."

Zhou Peng was not afraid at all. Behind him was Zhao Tianming, a little Elder of the Golden Needle Sect, not even a bird.

"Bastard, I sewed your mouth."

The thin young man shouted angrily, a thin iron needle appeared in his hand, and shot it through the air.

"Hmph, over your own strength!"

Zhou Peng smiled coldly, and whipped away with a thick and long vine, flying the iron needle directly.

Seeing this, the thin young man gritted his teeth, and the first yellow soul ring released a yellow awn, which merged into the iron needle, glowing with a faint black awn, and shot straight away.

Zhou Peng jumped lightly, dodging the iron needle, and then with a wave, thick and long vines stretched away, binding the thin young man tightly.

The spikes on the vines easily pierced his skin and injected nerve paralyzing toxins, making him instantly incapacitated.

"Stinky boy, you let Third Senior Brother go!"

A tall young man scolded angrily.

"Speak up!"

Zhou Peng smiled coldly, and the vines on the thin young man's body sprouted many branches, directly binding the tall young man, allowing him to struggle.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The other disciples of the Golden Needle Sect showed anger, and sacrificed their martial spirits one after another. They were all needle-like martial spirits, including long needles, short needles, embroidery needles, and paper clips.

"Hmph, then I'll tie you all up."

Zhou Peng shot very fast, and before the disciples of the Golden Needle Sect could use their soul skills, he raised his left and right hands lightly, and thick and long vines entangled them away, binding them up instantly.

This is the gap, not just the strength gap, but also the talent gap.

"Elder Zheng, is this the strength of your Golden Needle Sect disciples? They are simply vulnerable."

Zhou Peng smiled contemptuously, his eyes full of contempt.

He is a troublemaker, and he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, especially this kind of good thing that can slap the face severely, he likes it the most.

(End of this chapter)