Douluo's sapphire flow

Yang Wudi's gaze was focused, and his sharp eyes swept across the faces of Niu Gao, Tai Tan and Bai He and said coldly: "Old Orangutan, Old White Bird... you also joined that Tang Sect."

Tai Tan looked at Liu Zixuan full of doubts, just now Tang San just told him that no matter what Liu Zixuan said or did later, they don't need to speak.

Just watch quietly, Liu Zixuan said: "Elder Tai Tan indeed led the Li Zhi Clan to join the Tang Sect. As for the Min Zhi Clan's senior Bai He, he has something to say first."

"We need to wait for the Po clan to join Tang Clan before they will join Tang Clan..."

Yang Wudi's eyes fixed on Liu Zixuan, and the aura of a powerful Contra rushed towards Liu Zixuan wave after wave.

But Yang Wudi found that Liu Zixuan didn't react at all to his oppressive aura, and couldn't perceive whether Liu Zixuan's aura was strong or weak.

After a while, Yang Wudi sneered: "Hahaha...Tangmen, Liu Zixuan...what a Tangmen Liu Zixuan, you are so sure that I will join the Tangmen..." "

"Of course...because you can't refuse the conditions I offer and the convenience our Tang Sect can provide to the Po Zhi Clan."

This time Yang Wudi was really amused by Liu Zixuan, first he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and then his soul power burst out with all his strength.

With a wave of his hand, he took out a pitch-black long spear, and eight soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and four black, emerged from the spear.

Yang Wudi roared: "Then let's talk about what kind of conditions you can offer, conditions that I can't refuse..."

Tang San secretly gave Liu Zixuan a thumbs-up, and Yang Wudi lost his mind in a few words.

Liu Zixuan stood up with a smile and activated his soul power, six soul rings, one red, two purple, three black, emerged from the top of his head.

Holding the sapphire qin and the black stone sword in his left and right hands at the same time, Liu Zixuan smiled and said: "It's very simple... As long as you can beat me, I will join your Po Clan..."

"I think with my twin martial souls and my 20-year-old 67-level soul power aptitude, joining your Po Zhi clan will not insult your family style."

Yang Wudi's anger was suddenly overwhelmed by Liu Zixuan's words, and he stared at the soul ring slowly moving under Liu Zixuan's feet.

After seeing the color of the first soul ring clearly, my heart was shocked again. The 10-year soul ring, twin martial souls, and 20-year-old soul power of level 67.

If he didn't say that he saw Yang Wudi with his own eyes, he would never believe that there would be such a monster in the world. Yang Wudi was stunned by what Liu Zixuan showed.

The usual wisdom has turned into clouds at this moment, I just remember that Liu Zixuan said that if he can win, Liu Zixuan will join their broken clan.

To be honest... Yang Wudi really couldn't refuse the conditions offered by Liu Zixuan. Such an amazing and talented monster joined the clan. As long as he was trained properly, the clan would have a man who could be compared to the Pope of Wuhun Palace. The top titled Douluo.

Under the care of a powerful Titled Douluo, the Broken Clan may not only be prosperous, but they can live freely without any problem.

Thinking of this, Yang Wudi said loudly: "Okay... let's make it a deal," Liu Zixuan shook his head secretly in his heart.

Self-willed people have never considered the consequences of their failure, or they never thought that they would fail.

However, Liu Zixuan still spoke: "Senior... I haven't said a word yet. You agreeing like this makes me a little embarrassed."

"Why...are you scared," Yang Wudi said coldly, the anger in his heart bursting out.

Liu Zixuan said hurriedly: "No, no, no... I just said that if I lose, I will join the Po Clan, but if you, senior, lose, your Po Clan will join our Tang Clan."

"I hope senior will think it over carefully and don't lose to me and then refuse to admit it..."

Yang Wudi gave Liu Zixuan a look of contempt in his heart, and said inwardly: The Contra of my majestic clan will lose to a kid with a soul power of level 67, although your talent is unparalleled in the world.

However, there is still a difference in the cultivation level of Soul Sage between Soul Emperor and Soul Douluo. This is not a natural barrier that can be made up by talent.

Yang Wudi waved the spear martial spirit in his hand and said: "Don't think about it...boy, just get ready to join our Po Clan..."

Tai Tan and Niu Gao looked at each other and saw a thick playful smile in each other's eyes, Yang Wudi was about to suffer a big somersault this time.

Liu Zixuan's soul power was indeed only level 67, but Hu Yanzhen, whose soul power reached level 89, was killed by Liu Zixuan cleanly.

Compared with Hu Yanzhen, Yang Wudi's defense was not a little bit worse. Although the attack power was high, the defense power was too low.

Don't forget that besides that super attack power, Liu Zixuan also has a speed that makes even Bai He bow down.

Liu Zixuan also knew that there was no need to talk to Yang Wudi about this now, so he turned to look at Tai Tan and Niu Gao and said: "Elder Tai Tan, Elder Niu Gao, Senior Bai He... I will ask you three to be this witness."

Tai Tan suppressed the smile in his heart and said: "Don't worry...Although Lao Poqiang's temper is not very good, he has never done anything to break his promise..."

Niu Gao and Bai He also nodded in agreement, Liu Zixuan gave Tang San a vague look.

Tang San returned Liu Zixuan's admiring look, looked at Yang Wudi and said, "Then senior...this bet is considered established."

Yang Wudi snorted and said: "Of course... you are the hope of our Po Clan's future, and I can't bear to hurt you..."

Liu Zixuan took back the sapphire qin and the black stone knife, and then took out the flute form holding the soul bone and said: "Senior Yang Wudi... Just a friendly reminder."

"The reason why geniuses are called geniuses is because they can do unreasonable things like defeating the strong with the weak...so don't take it lightly."

"You don't need to remind me, for me... I go all out in every spirit fight... Yang Wudi, a level 82 attack type fighting soul douluo... please."

After Yang Wudi finished speaking, his face showed an unprecedented seriousness. Liu Zixuan saw this and smiled slightly: "Liu Zixuan, the martial soul jade lute, the black stone sword, the level 67 long-range attack weapon Soul Emperor...Senior, please .”

Bai Chenxiang who was standing on the side whispered: "Isn't this Liu Zixuan a battle soul master of the agility attack department? Why is he a long-distance attack department?"

Ma Hongjun has been hanging around Bai Chenxiang since he met Bai Chenxiang. At this time, he heard Bai Chenxiang explain: "The long-distance attack system is just a reason...or what type of soul does Brother Xiaoxuan prefer?" The teacher has no way to make a conclusion."

Bai Chenxiang looked at Ma Hongjun with a confused look on his face and said, "What do you mean there is no way to make a conclusion? The agility attack system is agility attack system, the power attack system is power attack system... You don't know what kind of fighting method he is good at." ."

Ma Hongjun took a deep look at Liu Zixuan and said, "Except for recovery... Brother Xiaoxuan is very good at everything else."

Bai Chenxiang is getting more and more confused now, she has no idea what it means to be good at everything except recovery.

In fact, Liu Zixuan really couldn't provide soul power or physical recovery for other soul masters, and was very good at other things such as agility attack, strong attack, control, and healing long-range attacks.

On the other side, Liu Zixuan and Yang Wudi stood 20 meters apart. Yang Wudi saw that Liu Zixuan didn't use Qingyu Liuqin or Moshidao Wuhun.

Holding a short stick as clear as mutton-fat jade in his hand, he said: "Boy...if you want to join our Po Clan, you just need to say a word."

"If you want to fight, use all your strength. What does it mean to take a fire stick?"

Liu Zixuan waved the flute with his right hand and performed a beautiful stick flower trick: "Senior, there is no need to worry... My purpose is to let the Po Clan join the Tang Clan, and what you should worry about now is how to defeat me."

Yang Wudi shouted angrily: "Arrogant... I think you have grown up smoothly and have never encountered setbacks. In this case, you should feel the cruelty of reality... .”

As he spoke, Yang Wudi took a step forward and took out the soul-breaking gun in his hand: "The first soul skill is shocking..." The moment the yellow soul ring under Yang Wudi's feet shone, Liu Zixuan's figure became extremely strange. He crossed the distance of 20 meters and came to four feet in front of him.

"Sichuan dogs bark at the sun..."

When Liu Zixuan appeared in front of Yang Wudi, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and five or six phantom green bamboos with the thickness of the mouth of a bowl and more than one meter long suddenly appeared on the ground.

The phantom green bamboo formed by Shu Goubiri's dog-beating-stick technique heavily hit Yang Wudi's abdomen and chest, although he didn't hurt Yang Wudi, it effectively stopped him from using his soul skills.

Yang Wudi was stunned and hurriedly backed away in an attempt to distance himself from Liu Zixuan. Liu Zixuan standing four feet in front of him was a very embarrassing area for him.

Using fists and feet is just outside the maximum attack range, and attacking with the soul-breaking gun happens to be the weakest attack area. For Liu Zixuan, this distance happens to be his maximum attack range.

At the moment Yang Wudi retreated quickly, Liu Zixuan hurriedly followed, ensuring that he was always within four feet of Yang Wudi.

"Pull the dog up to the sky..."

"Beat two mastiffs horizontally..."

Yang Wudi retreated and naturally had no time to attack, but the jade flute in Liu Zixuan's hand could launch a very effective attack.

It's a pity that pulling the dog to the sky didn't blow Yang Wudi upside down, and the horizontal attack on the double mastiff was also stopped by Yang Wudi with the soul-breaking gun in his hand.

The dog-beating stick method is not enough for a soul master whose soul power exceeds level 82. Now the opponent's soul power has reached level [-]. Contra seems to be even more powerless.

Thinking of this, Liu Zixuan was going to perform the dog-beating stick technique wielded by the random cloak wind hammer technique, but after trying it just now, he found that he wanted to use the random cloak wind hammer technique to perform the dog-beating stick technique.

Only the simplest and fastest move of hitting the dog's back diagonally in the dog-beating stick technique could be followed, and Yang Wudi had no choice but to sweep out the soul-breaking gun with his hand. .

"Hit the dog on the back diagonally..."

Everyone felt that Liu Zixuan's right hand was superimposed with a nine-fold phantom. When the soul-breaking gun that Yang Wudi swept out was about to hit Liu Zixuan, the nine-fold phantom formed by the jade flute was also drawn on the soul-breaking gun.