Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 661 High-end business wars are often plain and simple (Part 3)

The thick fog descended quietly, and the castle seemed to be gently wrapped by a mysterious veil, and all the scenes suddenly became blurred and unpredictable.

The towering towers that were originally clearly discernible can now only be vaguely seen, like a mirage, both real and illusory.

The sudden thick fog did not cause any commotion. Tiandou City is located in the north of the continent, and it is foggy in winter. The nobles were at most puzzled that the fog came a little suddenly, and did not think about the soul skills at all.

The identity of the manor owner and the long-term pampered and peaceful life have made most of the nobles lose their vigilance.

As the last batch of guests entered the castle, the door weighing dozens of tons slowly closed.

Prince Xuexing felt the faint vibration under his feet, looked around at the thick fog that had enveloped the entire castle at some point, and unconsciously appeared in his mind the slightly flustered back of Count Ediot when he left, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Although he is not strong, and his cultivation is a Soul King that he has reached by relying on resources, in terms of his sensitivity to danger, even soldiers who have been fighting on the front lines for many years are not as sharp as him.

Surviving in the palace, the swords and shadows of political power struggles are hidden in the undercurrent, which is a hundred times more dangerous than the real swords and guns visible to the naked eye on the battlefield. Without a strong sense of crisis, you can't survive at all.

Prince Xuexing whispered: "Xue Beng, something is wrong."

Xue Beng's eyes changed, and he raised the wine glass to his lips to hide his expression: "Uncle, did you notice it too?"

"This sudden fog, is it that Xue Qinghe has discovered something and is finally going to attack me?"

"This doesn't seem like Xue Qinghe's style, and if he really wants to do something, he won't do it at this time." Prince Xuexing squinted his eyes, but his sight could not penetrate the thick fog.

"Anyway, let's go back to the hall first. This fog is a bit weird."

Prince Xuexing calmly pulled Xuebeng into the hall. The soft music played by the band and the noisy sounds of the nobles talking suddenly flooded into their ears, but suppressed some of the uneasiness in their hearts.

Half of the nobles in Tiandou City gathered here, and there were countless bodyguards and guards outside. It was impossible for anything to happen.

Prince Xuexing's eyes inadvertently swept across the whole scene, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Oh? I didn't expect him to be willing to come to such a party. With him, we can definitely guarantee our safety."

Xuebeng asked: "Who?"

There are not many people in Tiandou who can make their uncle pay so much attention.

Prince Xuexing pointed to the out-of-place figure in the corner with his eyes: "Your third seat in the Education Committee, Mr. Zhilin."

Following his sight, Xuebeng also saw the old man sitting at the buffet table in the corner tasting cakes.

The old man had white hair and an ordinary face. He was wearing a simple green gown. He was looking down at the pastries on the table. When he saw something he liked, he would pick it up and put it on the plate in his hand.

Just standing there attracted the attention of the nobles around him, some of whom were admiring or eager, but no one dared to approach him to make friends.

The old man was the third seat of the Tiandou Royal Academy's Education Committee, and the Soul Douluo Zhilin, who had a cultivation level of 83.

Xue Beng whispered, "But I graduated a few years ago, and I don't think he wants to see us."

Tiandou Royal Academy does not have positions such as dean and vice dean, but is managed by the Education Committee.

The Education Committee has a total of thirteen seats, ten of which are controlled by the royal family and top families. They do not directly participate in management but are only responsible for investing money. On weekdays, the three representatives of Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan and Zhilin are responsible for managing the affairs of the academy.

Over the years, the families with the most seats have relied on personal connections and interest transfers to send many noble children who do not meet the admission standards to the academy. These playboys are particularly good at forming cliques and factions, which has caused a lot of trouble for the management of the academy.

This made Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan and Zhilin very unhappy, but seeing that these families paid money on time and did not directly interfere in the management of the academy, everyone turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye.

However, five years ago, in order to curb the growing power of Xue Qinghe, they found a reason to drive away Shrek and his group who were about to join the academy, and gave the championship of Tiandou Royal Academy to Lanba Academy. This became the last straw that broke the camel's back and triggered all the small contradictions hidden in daily life.

The three of them directly impeached Prince Xuexing to Emperor Xueye. In order to appease them, Emperor Xueye had to deprive Prince Xuexing of the right to directly manage Tiandou Royal Academy. He was also stuffed into Yuexuan and forced to learn aristocratic etiquette for three years. He barely graduated from the damn semi-closed aristocratic etiquette academy last month.

I thought I would never have any intersection with them in this life, but I didn't expect it now.

When his thoughts were scattered, Prince Xuexing had already brought Xue Beng to Zhilin.

"Sir Zhilin, long time no see."

"Prince Xuexing, the fourth prince." Zhilin nodded slightly, and then turned his head to deal with the cakes in front of him, with no intention of continuing to talk with him.

If it were an ordinary person, Xuexing would have been angry long ago, but Zhilin could really show his face to him regardless of his status and strength.

Prince Xuexing didn't have the face to force himself, but he didn't leave either. After saying hello, he naturally brought Xue Beng to chat with several familiar aristocrats not far away.

After a while, the music gradually stopped.

A beam of light suddenly shone on the second floor, and Count Edio was seen walking downstairs wearing a suit of clothes woven with gold. The clothes were covered with gems and crystals, and the whole person was extremely dazzling under the light. .

This outfit cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins. Although it was very showy, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Edio seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight. He picked up the microphone-like soul guide in his right hand, moved his lips and teeth slightly, and his magnetic voice echoed in the hall: "We are gathered together today, and I am very happy to welcome you all here. At this wonderful moment, I would like to toast you all. This glass of wine represents our sincere welcome to you. I hope you can enjoy it in the coming time and hope that we can have more exchanges and cooperation. Chance."

Xue Beng raised his glass along with everyone and took a sip. The ten-year-old wine bloomed in his mouth, and the rich aroma of herbs flowed down his nose into his body, and then went straight to his brain.

"Is this how the aroma of this wine turns out to be?"

Xue Beng's eyes became blurred, and his consciousness seemed to leave his body. His body moved uncontrollably, and he walked towards the edge of the hall like a puppet.

Snap!

A slap on the shoulder with a vibrant soul force suddenly woke Xue Beng out of chaos.

"Fourth Prince, didn't Prince Xuexing teach you not to run around at a banquet like this?" Zhilin's voice came from behind.

"Ah, yes." Xue Beng shook his head, staggered and turned away.

Nidia walked over, followed by a dozen people who acted stiffly: "Little madman, the core members of the family who targeted us are all here, but the Eddieo above is just a stand-in, I don't know where he escaped. "

"Thank you for your hard work. I left a mark on Eddieo. He can't escape. But before playing cat and mouse, let me catch up on the past." Wang Xiaofeng didn't even look at Xue Beng's hurriedly escaping figure, and faced The old man in front of him nodded slightly.

"Long time no see, Sir Zhilin."

"I didn't expect to meet you in this situation."

There was a hint of complexity in Zhilin's eyes. He glanced at the controlled crowd, and he knew a few of them.

His martial spirit is Tianqingteng. He has his own botanical garden in the academy and has dealt with these drug dealers.

Zhilin advised: "Although I don't know what you want to do, the forces behind these people are not simple. Together they cannot be underestimated. Your future is bright, there is no need to ruin your future."

Wang Xiaofeng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your teaching, but these people are just scraps and don't have the ability. Or are there some acquaintances of yours here who want to stand up for them?"

Wang Xiaofeng respected the old gentleman standing in front of him.

After all, if the three professors hadn't stood firmly on their side and told Dugu Bo to take advantage of him, they wouldn't have been able to leave Tiandou Royal Academy smoothly.

A soul master of Dugu Bo's level still uses poison as his title. Killing a group of soul emperors and soul saints is as difficult as trampling to death ants on the roadside. Except for Ning Rongrong, no one else will survive.

The conversation between the two attracted the attention of many people. Several nobles came over with wine glasses, as if they wanted to meet Zhilin, a well-known education master in the soul master world. However, Wang Xiaofeng's face was a little blurry, and his impression was not clear. There is no such person, but if you can chat and laugh with Mr. Zhilin, it is worth getting to know him.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the crowd surrounding him and shook his head, "I don't want to be disturbed."

Wang Xiaofeng took out a bottle of test tube with the label "Tranquilizer" on it, which is a very powerful sleeping pill.

He gently opened the seal of the test tube with his fingertips. Under his control, the medicine in the test tube mixed with the water vapor in the air, quickly forming a misty mist, which poured into the hall like a tide.

The few nobles who had just walked over felt sleepy first. They put down their glasses of wine, let out a long yawn, and then fell asleep.

"Uncle, I really didn't hear you calling me. I swear to you, I didn't know why I got there..."

Xue Beng, who was defending, saw Prince Xue Xing fall to the ground with a plop, his expression changed, and before he could do anything, his eyelids began to stick together.

"God bless me, I don't want to die yet..." Xue Beng muttered, and also fell asleep.

The nobles in the hall fell one after another like ripe ears of wheat harvested by a sickle.

After more than ten seconds, the entire hall became silent, and all the creatures fell into sleep. Only people were left standing around Wang Xiaofeng.

"You can achieve this level without using martial arts and soul skills." Zhilin witnessed this scene and was amazed: "No one has ever used potions like you."

Zhilin asked: "How long will they sleep?"

"About two or three hours." Wang Xiaofeng said, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"With so many hostages in your hands, what can I do? Moreover," although he has been teaching all year round and has not fought for a long time, his perception has not deteriorated.

In his perception, Wang Xiaofeng's soul power is as unfathomable as the sea. Five years ago, he was just a soul master, but now he can't see it at all. This kind of situation will only happen when each other has a similar cultivation level, or if they have similar cultivation levels, The opponent will only appear if he is stronger than him.

If I had known this, I would have risked my life to have them stay, but it was a pity that there was no what if.

Zhilin said with waning interest: "Just do whatever you want, kid. I'll pretend I didn't see what happened today."

"Thank you."

Wang Xiaofeng said goodbye and left, leading a group of walking dead nobles to the third floor with Nitya.

The third floor has the same style as the first floor. The floor is paved with exquisite marble tiles with complex and elegant patterns. The chandeliers hanging on both sides are handmade and inlaid with countless crystals. There are more than a dozen famous oil paintings hanging on the wall. Showing endless luxury.

These impractical things could not divert Wang Xiaofeng's attention at all. His golden pupils searched for the traces left by the mark, "Go this way."

But as soon as he turned a corner, azure walls suddenly rose up in all directions, and the surrounding space blurred for a while. An exclamation came from behind, and then disappeared around the corner with his figure, leaving only a group of numb nobles. .

An invisible force suddenly surrounded Wang Xiaofeng. It was as if time had frozen at this moment, and then, an unprecedented strong squeezing feeling filled the whole body.

The light around him began to distort, and the scene in front of him was like broken mirror fragments, constantly reorganizing and splitting, colorful, forming various strange geometric shapes that cannot be described in words.

The concept of time becomes blurry. A second may be as long as a century, or it may be as short as an instant. It is impossible to tell how long it has passed, but the perception is still clear.

Wang Xiaofeng felt that he could break free from the constraints of space with just a slight exertion, but he did not do so.

Time travel is a very novel experience, and there are very few martial arts or soul skills related to space abilities.

Countless fluctuations in soul power, mental power, and electromagnetic power spread out around the body, recording all the data that could be detected around it.

Just when the almost suffocating squeezing feeling reached its peak, suddenly, all the pressure disappeared in an instant.

Just like a fish caught in the air by a bird, it breaks free and falls back into the water. The dizziness caused by the spatial dislocation gradually dissipates.

With a strong feeling of falling, Wang Xiaofeng felt that he had fallen into a trap, and there were stinging pains in various parts of his body. It was the sharp iron tools piercing into his skin. Unfortunately, he used his soul power to attach a layer to the surface of his body in advance. Even if he doesn't use soul skills, these spikes can't break through his defense.

There was a sound above his head. Wang Xiaofeng looked up and saw a thick steel plate with sharp spines falling from the top.

The bottom of the trap is at least five meters away from the exit. The surrounding walls are extremely smooth. You can smell the strong and pungent smell of kerosene. The bottom and surroundings are covered with kerosene. If he escapes the falling trap, what will greet him next? It is the endless flame.

The killing moves are linked one after another. Even the Soul Saint will suffer a big loss if he accidentally falls into the trap.

"It's a pity that these moves are of no use to me."

Fiery red flames burst out from the pit at the bottom. Before the steel plate weighing several tons could fall, it was knocked away by the intense flames and fell to the side.

"I knew you weren't dead. You only moved thirty meters and you actually consumed 30% of my soul power. I want to see what kind of monster you are."

The ugly drake's voice echoed in this small space, followed by an overwhelming baptism of various soul skills. The powerful energies interacted with each other, and then turned into a big explosion.

boom! ! !

No one dared to despise this kind of terrifying energy storm. Three defense-type soul emperors walked out of the crowd. With a roar, purple and black soul rings alternately bloomed, and then quickly condensed into an invisible barrier in front of everyone!

The energy aftermath of the explosion hit the thick barrier heavily. The two collided with each other, and an astonishing wave suddenly spread out. The four walls were made of fine iron, but the half-meter-thick iron wall began to Tiny cracks appeared.

Fortunately, after the explosion passed its peak, the power of the subsequent aftermath began to decrease. Although the barrier in front of everyone was about to fall, it was finally overcome.

The barrier receded, and an astonishing heat wave surged out. Fortunately, among everyone present, the lowest cultivation level was the Soul King, so this temperature was still within the acceptable range.

Everyone also saw the scene after the explosion subsided. The dozens of square meters of space made of fine iron had expanded several times. The fine iron had long since disappeared, leaving only charred rock formations at the border.

A middle-aged man with white hair in the crowd said dissatisfiedly: "Third brother, the count has ordered us to keep him alive. If you do this, everyone will turn into gray. How can you explain it?"

The middle-aged man known as Lao San couldn't deny it: "What does it matter? There is only one left. It's enough to keep one alive."

A middle-aged man in the crowd who looked very similar to the two of them echoed: "Yes, why do you need so many people to survive?"

The three were obviously triplets, and when they were bickering, the others remained silent and did not dare to interrupt. It was obvious that the opinions were dominated by the three.

As the eldest brother, the middle-aged man was very dissatisfied that his brothers did not save him any face in front of outsiders, "Hey! Second and third, you guys..."

Before he finished speaking, a harsh voice interrupted him, and the bright silver white CD player dispersed the darkness.

Zhila!

Silver thunder appeared in the air, and the thunder rotated and condensed into spiral arcs that stretched for dozens of rings.

A bad premonition appeared in everyone's mind.

But only the triplets were very obedient and fell to the ground very quickly. The others all used their strongest soul skills in unison.

Dozens of fine iron fragments are shot out from the end, passing through one ring after another of spiral arcs. Each time they pass through a ring, they will spin and accelerate wildly under the influence of magnetism, until after dozens of rings, their tips seem to tear something apart. This thing exploded into a circle of white mist and emitted a strong scream.

"call out------!!"

Sonic boom!

Its rate of fire has reached—supersonic speed!

"Shua——!!"

Whether it was the soul skill that manifested the flow of flames or the bone armor as hard as a city wall, there was almost no obstacle.

The flesh is instantly pierced by supersonic fragments, and if you are unlucky, your entire body will be torn into pieces by a strong sharp stream of air.

The unabated supersonic fragments continued to move forward, blasting open the iron wall and piercing into the iron wall to an unknown depth. Only dozens of large spiral holes could be seen.

Blood and stumps covered the ground. The three people who fell on the ground were trembling with fear. The third child wiped the blood on his face tremblingly and murmured: "What the hell is this?"

Recently, I read two high-quality fan novels in my spare time, "Hogwarts: Voldemort, Don't Stop Me from Learning" and "Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the Guild Master."

I can only say that it is worthy of being a masterpiece of fan fiction. The writing is delicate and the rhythm is comfortable. I have to continue to study hard and learn from the big guys.