Douluo's opening as the son of the sea god

Chapter 77 A Bloody Case Caused by a Soul Bone②
City of Wasteland.

In front of a sandy yellow village gate.

Hemingway stared at the guard tower above the gate of the village, picked up a few sandstones, swung them suddenly, and the stones flew through the air, hitting the black and yellow wooden boards with a crisp sound.

"Sandy guy, let my dad go!"

The sand concierge who was dozing off above was startled awake, and another stone hit him between the eyebrows.

Immediately got up, leaned over the railing, and saw two Guawazi standing in front of the gate of the sandy village with anger on their faces:

"Two little fur babies who have just been weaned, call your mother, get out of here quickly, and disturb my dream."

boom--!
A Wind Breaking Stone accurately hit his crotch, causing him to cover his crotch and scream:

"You two little bastards, don't run away if you have the guts. I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so I stewed you today. The meat looks quite tender, it must be delicious!"

The stone was naturally not of Hemingway's level, but by Poseidon.

Seeing that the concierge shrank instantly from the enlarged state, Bo Saibei hummed: "Is it a sweet dream or a spring dream, it really belongs to you."

Da Da Da~
It was the sound of fast boarding.

"Stinky boy."

The porter was gearing up, with a rope wrapped around his palm, ready to tie Poseidon and Hemingway together.

Hemingway was a little scared, but fortunately, he was emboldened by Poseidon.

Bosse Bei said: "Don't be afraid, momentum, first of all you must not lose in momentum."

Hearing this, Hemingway nodded and mustered up his courage to face the fierce concierge: "Wicked man, let my father out!"

"Let people go? When will I catch people in the sand and let them go? Have you seen the skull over there? The sand and soil are short of supplies, and they are greasy after eating seafood every day. Children with delicate skin and tender flesh like you are rare. Meal."

Hemingway's seven-year-old child, no matter how precocious he was, couldn't help being horrified by that ferocious face. He stepped back unconsciously and was resisted by Poseidon. He said calmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, go up and beat him up."

"But... Teacher, although you are also a strong soul master, there are several bloodthirsty soul masters in the sand, who are sophisticated and experienced. Let's see if we can redeem my father. I'm afraid it's not good to make a complete comeback with the sand... "

In Hemingway's heart, the sand is the emperor of the barren land, and he cannot be provoked.

Although he was resentful in his heart, he didn't want to implicate Poseidon. Once he fought against the sand, he thought that Poseibei would not be able to resist.

"It's okay, don't treat me as a normal soul master, just do it, I will protect you."

Poseidon said lightly.

He now has the two backings of Dragon Turtle and Godzilla over 10 years old. Unless it is the existence of Limit Douluo, there is absolutely no one who can threaten the existence of Poseidon.

And the number of powerhouses at the level of Limit Douluo is so rare. There may not be more than four Limit Douluo on the surface of the entire Douluo Continent and the sea area: Tang Chen, the patriarch of the Haotian School, and the great enshrinement of Qian Daoliu in the Spirit Hall, The Pope of Wuhundian crowned Bibidong, and the high priest of Sea God Island Bo Saixi.

Poseidon made Hemingway a little confused, but his eyes told himself that what this peerless boy said was true.

"it is good!"

Hemingway let go of his hands and feet, his strength was much greater than that of ordinary children, just because he started to go to sea with Hagrid since he was four or five years old, and he had the strength of ordinary people at eleven or twelve years old when he was only seven years old.

Bo Saibei imprisoned the concierge with his soul power, and saw that the concierge showed a terrified expression, and said in a trembling voice: "Soul...soul power, you two little brats are still soul masters? Impossible, absolutely impossible ! It is impossible for soul masters under the age of eight to exist in the barren land!"

In a poor country like this, it is not bad to be able to obtain the first soul ring at the age of 12 and break through the soul master realm, and most of them basically stop at the great soul master realm.

Only a very small number of people can break through to the realm of Soul Venerable.

"Impossible for your size, quickly hand over my father!"

For the concierge, Hemingway's strength was considered destructive. A punch in the face was just a little painful, but with continuous critical blows, his nose and face were soon swollen.

He repeatedly begged for mercy: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm just a small gatekeeper, how do I know who your father is? Lord Soul Master, please forgive me!"

"My dad is the one you captured from the entrance of the trade team. Where do you keep my dad? As long as you let my dad go, I will let you go!"

Hemingway stared fiercely at the porter.

"The door of the trade team?"

The concierge's thoughts wandered, and he suddenly asked in surprise: "Your father is the guy who took out the ten thousand year soul bone?"

Hemingway said anxiously: "Yes, where is he? Take us to find him!"

Hemingway tightly gripped the porter's fingers and folded them hard, causing him to hiss in pain.

"It hurts! Take it easy, you are late! Not long ago, the masters escorted your father to the coast, and he is not in the village at all!"

At this time, many people came up to watch one after another. They were all surprised that someone dared to make trouble at the gate of Shatu Village. It turned out to be two children, one of whom was out of character.

And the people in the sand village were also alarmed, and they picked up the guy and rushed up aggressively.

Hemingway yelled, "What are they taking my dad to the coast for?"

"No, it's just for the soul bones! How did your dad get the ten thousand year soul bones? How many are there in total? Of course, the head of the family must find out, otherwise these precious items will flow into the barren land market, not to break the price balance and cause barren land. confusion?"

The porter explained.

"Ha ha."

Hemingway kicked the concierge away, "It's obvious that you want to swallow these treasures, so you can't wait to sweep them up. It's so eminent and shameful!"

Hemingway turned his head and said to Posei: "Teacher, let's go back."

"Go back? Are you a bully for us sandy people?"

The man in red and yellow clothes that emerged from the village showed his martial soul:

Earth Snake, a sixteenth-level soul master!

Shayu, the eighteenth-level soul master!

Mole, a level 25 soul master!

"Boy, today we have to skin you. No one has dared to cause trouble on our sandy territory for a long time. You are courting death."

"Be careful, that pretty little thing is also a soul master, I almost fell into his hands just now."

"It's so big, it's no more than eleventh or second level, what's so scary, since it's a soul master, it would be great if you teach me a lesson and join the gang, otherwise, hehe..."

"on!"

The man who came out of the stockade commanded: "Catch it alive, the meat will be more delicious when cooked like this!"

"Yes!"

As a result, more than a dozen burly men leaned forward excitedly.

Hemingway hid beside Poseibei, a little scared, he is just a little soul warrior, no matter where these people are opponents, he can only weakly call Poseibei: "Teacher..."

Bo Saibei took a step forward, snorted coldly, and immediately three purple rings appeared on his body, especially the third emperor, even with a hint of black on the edge.

"Soul Master!"

"Soul Master at such a young age!"

boom!
Poseibei only relied on his physical strength and cooperated with Ghost Shadow Fan to quickly eliminate his opponents. These sandy people had no room to resist at all.

Instant kill!

Hemingway showed an envious expression: The teacher is amazing, if only I could have half of this spirit!

(End of this chapter)