The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 39 Double Douluo

Ferlande shook his head and looked at Wen Twelve in the distance. For some reason, although Wen Twelve didn't show any momentum, his intuition told him that this person was not simple.

After all, not everyone can see the two soul saints and still be so calm. Although the other party looks very young, Ferlande cupped his hands at Wen Twelve in front of him.

"I don't know why this little brother came to my Shrek Academy."

Hearing Ferrander's words, Zhao Wuji was a little surprised and pointed at Wen Twelve on the side.

"Boss, why are you so crazy? How far can such a young boy practice since his mother's womb, and he is so mysterious? Let me deal with him."

"Huh~"

After hearing what Zhao Wuji said, Wen Twelve sneered and slowly raised his left hand. Then there was a strong wind and a rustling sound came from the side. A burst of cyan light transformed into a handful in Wen Twelve's hand. Cyan bow.At the same time, a total of nine soul rings quietly appeared on him.

The nine soul rings did not move like Zao Wou-ki, but quietly stagnated on the bow and arrow in Wen Twelve's hands, transformed from pure wind elements.

Seeing this scene, Zao Wou-ki and Ferrander's eyes widened.

Nine soul rings are an extremely terrifying existence, but Wen Twelve has nine red soul rings, 9-year soul rings.

Seeing the man in black in front of him releasing nine soul rings, Zhao Wou-ki felt like a splash of cold water, and shivered all over his body.

As a soul master at the soul saint level, he understands the gap between high-level soul masters all too well.When you reach level [-] or above, let alone one stage difference, even if you are only one level behind, there is still a certain gap in strength.

On the surface, the gap between him and the young man in front of him should be around twenty levels, but he is very clear that the gap between himself and this young man is even bigger than the gap between Thornton and his soul power.

"Title Douluo."

After uttering these four words with difficulty, Zhao Wuji's Fudo Mingwang and Ferlande trembled a little. If he is a high-level existence among soul masters, then Title Douluo is the peak existence among soul masters. When he spoke, only one word flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind.

"It's over."

The whole person was devastated, the arrogance in the previous words was gone, and Ferrander on the side hurriedly bent down to salute.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry that Zao Wou-ki said it unintentionally before, and I'll take him here to apologize to you."

After speaking, he pushed Zao Wou-Ki who was beside him, and then Zhao Wou-Ki came to his senses and bent down.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I...I..."

Bending down, Zhao Wou-ki didn't know what to say, he just felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Are you okay? Didn't you say you want to teach me a lesson? I'll see how you teach me a lesson."

Without any strong aura exuding, Wen Twelve held the bow of the wind, pretending to aim at the two people in front of him.

Thoughts flashed in Zhao Wuji's mind. On the mainland, there are only a handful of Titled Douluo, and each of them has a name and surname. This Titled Douluo in front of him has never seen a Wuhun himself. Is it a Wuhun?Who is he?
Ferlande next to him was also very worried, Zhao Wou-ki was also cheap, how could he provoke this kind of existence, but he didn't think of this person after racking his brains.

At this moment, Wen Twelve chuckled.

"Yeah, it's really lively here today. Is there another one? How about you join in?"

Zao Wou-ki and Ferlande looked at each other, and looked at Wen Twelve suspiciously. Before they had time to ask, they saw a black figure behind Wen Twelve slowly coming out from behind a big tree.

This person was covered in black clothes, and even wore a black hood on his head. From his appearance, he could only be seen as a tall man.

"If the little brother wants to learn from each other, let me do it for you. It's not as difficult as embarrassing those two."

While talking, the man in black slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm, turning into a huge utensil, and at the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body.Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red

The same nine spirit rings were stagnant at different positions of the man in black, completely enveloping his body, and his last spirit ring was also red, emitting a red light in the air.

Looking at the black-clothed man in front of him, Zhao Wou-ki was about to faint, what was going on today, the Title Douluo, who is usually rare to meet, met two at once today.

Seeing the person coming, Ferrander's eyes lit up, and he bowed respectfully to the man in black.

"I have seen His Majesty Haotian."

Although I don't know why, but from his words, it seems that he wants to take over the hot potato in the hands of the two, which also makes him relieved, after all, he is fighting with a titled Douluo, let alone him and Zhao Wuji. Not even ten more.What's more, the soul ring ratio of the person in front of him is really, too... tough... No, it's a bit perverted.

Only limited to the legendary 10-year soul ring, he actually has 9 of these things that are beyond expectation.

Of course Wen Twelve knew who the man in black was. It was Tang San's father, Tang Hao. Wen Twelve turned around, tilted his head and looked at Tang Hao with a half-smile, his aura suddenly exuded.

"Oh? Can you do it?"

As Wen Twelve released his momentum, the trees around him rose up without wind, and Zao Wou-ki and Ferlande beside them were suddenly knocked into the air by tens of meters and fell to the ground.

The two got up from the ground and looked at the two in the field with complicated eyes.

Tang Hao on the other side also unleashed his own momentum to compete with Wen Twelve Chambers.

Not long after, Tang Hao clearly felt that his aura was being forced back. No one could feel the pressure brought by Wen Twelve better than Tang Hao. Of course he knew that with a 10-year soul ring, the 10-year soul ring It will bring two soul abilities, let alone soul bones.

"Can't wait any longer."

Faced with the pressure given by Wen Twelve, Tang Hao knew that he would be the only one to suffer if this continued, so he took a step forward.

"Zao Wou-ki, Ferrander, back off!"

While talking, Tang Hao strode forward, his whole body was like a whirlwind, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand flew rapidly, and rushed straight to Wen Twelve, like a black magic sun, full of tyrannical and devouring evil arrogance, Looking at the menacing Tang Hao, Wen Twelve didn't panic. He aimed the bow of wind with his left hand at Tang Hao. As he pulled the string with his right hand, a wind arrow made of pure wind elements appeared on the bowstring. Looking at Tang Hao in front of him, Wen Twelve let go of the bowstring.

The arrow of the wind struck Tang Hao in front of him. Wherever it passed, the air became completely distorted and illusory, and only a flash of blue light could be seen. The terrifying air flow stimulated the air to emit a series of screams and explosions. Voice, without using soul skills, is just the most simple illusion shot out of the wind arrow.

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