Douluo's candle

The boy is in a good mood,

He patrolled his city proudly.

His city was prosperous and glorious.

His name is Xiao Chenyu, he is the son of the city lord

In his opinion, almost the entire city of Notting belongs to his Xiao family.

The little hands of the granddaughter of the old man selling beans at the intersection were smooth and tender.

An unknown vendor respectfully served home-made ice tea.

He doesn't think it's because of the merchant's discernment. On the contrary, it's as it should be.

suddenly,

Two rustic figures on the roadside are dazzling and eye-catching.

His face suddenly changed,

"Where did you come from, country bumpkin?" he spat unhappily.

The soul master glanced at it and went to Xiao Chenyu to report, "Master Xiao, I have seen him. He should be the head of Fugui Village. I think he is his grandson."

The soul master said this to remind the boy that the old man was also a subordinate of the city lord's palace and not to go too far.

The little boy pouted, "What kind of village chief? He's just a dog of my Xiao family."

He originally looked down upon these mud-legged people.

I was even more angry because I was going to study in the same school as those work-study students.

More than once, he asked his father to use his power to ask Notting College to cancel the work-study system.

I haven't been able to get my wish for a long time,

I also hate those country people even more.

"Go, beat up those two country bumpkins and throw them out of the city. Seeing these two eyesores will ruin your good mood." He said something casually that seemed to be insignificant.

"Master, this" the subordinate hesitated.

"Well, hurry up and go." Xiao Chenyu was a little impatient.

After all, the subordinates did not dare to disobey Xiao Chenyu's orders.

Turn around and look at the grandfather and grandson not far away. You are in bad luck.

The soul power in my hand rises,

Little Wang Quan sensed something was wrong and took the old village chief's hand, "Grandpa, let's run."

The young subordinate is willing to let his grandfather and grandson go.

But other subordinates saw him dilly-dallying and thought it was a good opportunity to please Master Xiao.

Several people rushed to block the way of the two of them.

"Where to run"

The village chief grandpa didn't expect such a disaster. He got into big trouble just because of the displeasure of a passing nobleman, and he repeatedly surrendered.

"Please let us go. We will leave immediately and never appear in front of you."

The few people pretended not to hear anything and walked towards their grandfather and grandson step by step with evil smiles.

"Let's go, Master Xiao said, give him a good beating before leaving."

The village chief grandfather stood in front of little Wang Quan tremblingly, "You, you"

The leader, the gray-clothed soul master, stopped nagging, raised his foot and kicked the village chief hard.

The village chief stumbled, but managed not to fall backwards.

Instead, he turned around and pressed Xiao Wangquan to the ground, holding him tightly in his arms.

Crackling punches and kicks fell on the old village chief's body.

"Grandpa Grandpa"

Little Wang Quan shouted, trying to break away from the protection of the old village chief, but found that the old man, who usually looked like he could be knocked down by a gust of wind in his old age, had both arms as motionless as if they were welded to death.

"what"

Little Wang Quan was so angry that he was shaking all over and his eyes were red.

how dare

How dare he

kill him

must kill him

The Qi in his body had disappeared long before he came to this world, but he still had the tenth-level soul power he had cultivated.

Although this power cannot be used without the awakening of the martial soul,

But as long as it is energy, it has lethality.

Visualize the veins of the past life and force the energy in the body to circulate.

I want him dead

No one saw it,

Beneath the old village chief, the ferocious face of a little man less than one year old was particularly terrifying.

A group of people gathered in the street from a distance, either numb or pitiful.

Pointing in small voices in twos and threes,

"stop"

A shout interrupted the three people who were punching and kicking.

The hem of his clothes echoed with the hunting sound of the wind, and he stepped on the cart and desk with rapid footsteps, falling into the field like a falcon.

"Su Yuntao"

Xiao Chenyu obviously recognized this person, the newly recruited patrol deacon of Wuhun Palace.

He is also a famous young talent in Notting City.

The level 26 great soul master who had been standing behind Xiao Chenyu without taking any action glanced at him lightly and didn't care.

"They are the people under your father's rule. They are so cruel and arrogant, how can they look like the sons of the city lord?"

"It's just a few untouchables. Beating them to death is nothing." Xiao Chenyu didn't care.

"Hmph" Su Yuntao knew the character of these nobles and did not look down upon the common people at all.

Without saying much to him, "I'm going to take them away now."

Xiao Chenyu has watched his father's various actions in the officialdom since he was a child, and he has been somewhat tainted with the atmosphere of officialdom. He knows who can and cannot be provoked.

It was said before that almost the entire Notting City belongs to his Xiao family, but Wuhun Palace is obviously outside this area.

In fact, ever since he saw Su Yuntao appear, he knew that the matter could only be left alone.

He would not go against Wuhun Palace for two untouchables.

"let's go"

As soon as he finished speaking, he led the great soul master towards the distance. Several other soul masters looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

The tense atmosphere on the street dissipated, and passers-by returned to normal.

Su Yuntao hurriedly came to the old village chief.

"Village chief, how are you?"

The old village chief looked pale and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the visitor from Wuhun Hall.

Let go of the hand holding Xiao Wangquan tightly,

"Deacon, thank you very much"

Little Wang Quan hurriedly got out of the old village chief's arms and hugged the village chief's grandfather, tears welling up in his eyes.

The village chief's grandfather was beaten until his face was like gold paper. He coughed up blood and stained his clothes red.

Little Wang Quan grabbed the hem of Su Yuntao's clothes with his small hands and looked up at him, "Please, save my grandpa."

Su Yuntao signaled that there was no need to say anything more, and bent down to carry the unconscious old village chief on his back.

"Don't worry, I will take you to the Wuhun Palace. There are auxiliary soul masters there to treat your grandfather."

Su Yuntao's steps were not slow;

Little Wang Quan tried his best to kick his calves and barely followed behind.

It's really extraordinary.Su Yuntao sighed in his heart,

It seems that only those geniuses from big families can speak and walk at the age of one.

Fortunately, Wuhun Palace is not far away and we arrived in a short walk.

A huge brown dome building with a width of more than 20 meters and a height of [-] meters. The huge sword on the front door is quite impressive.

Little Wang Quan was worried about the village chief's grandfather's injury. He glanced at it and stopped looking at it, and hurried in following Su Yuntao's footsteps.

Wuhun Hall Hall,

The sunlight is reflected through the huge crystal windows on the surrounding murals, and the golden light shines dazzlingly.

An acquaintance, Master Matthew No., came forward.

"Yuntao, this is"

Su Yuntao quickly told Master Matthew Nuo about the general situation.

"These nobles" Matthew Nuo snorted angrily, obviously he couldn't stand the style of these nobles.

He quickly called the auxiliary soul master from Wuhun Palace to treat the village chief.

An unknown white flower rose from between the palms of his hands, and a little green light spread to the old village chief.

Auxiliary soul master Xiao Wangquan will keep this in mind.

He knew nothing about this world, so he could only observe and keep it in mind.

Along with the consumption of soul power,

The bruises on the old village chief's body gradually receded, and there was a trace of blood on his face.

Finally, the soul master's face turned pale and the light dissipated.

The old village chief also woke up leisurely,

What a magical power.His magical powers do not have the ability to heal others.

"The old village chief is fine now. He's just getting older. He needs to rest for a few months when he goes back."

The grandfather and grandson thanked each other carefully, and finally declined Su Yuntao's farewell and walked out of Wuhun Hall.

Xiao Wangquan finally looked back at the tall building, the brown dome shining in the sun.

Wuhun Palace, Imperial Nobles,

Little Wang Quan supported the old village chief, not knowing what he was thinking.