Douluo's strongest god-level assistant

The palm print was about to reach the sky above his head, and the terrifying aura was so oppressive that Wang Lu found it difficult to even move.

No one would want to die if they could live. Just when Wang Lu gathered his strength and prepared to struggle to his death, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from the distant sky.

"Green-haired monster, you dare to touch even my people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lu suddenly felt that the extremely terrifying oppression around him disappeared instantly, and his body felt as relaxed as if he could fly with just one leap.

The next moment, three figures of different heights suddenly appeared next to Wang Lu. One was a middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and outstanding temperament, and the other was a white-haired old man with a body as straight as a sword, but a bit prematurely aging.

As for the remaining person, it turned out to be His Highness the current Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire, 'Xue Qinghe'!

But at this moment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's expression was not very beautiful, and his face, which was not ugly but not handsome either, was full of gloom.

"Elder Jian, Sect Master Ning, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Dugu Bo's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and bowed lightly in this direction.

"Dugu Bo, do you want to die!" Qian Renxue looked directly at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Wang Lu is her disciple of Qian Renxue. Regardless of whether Wang Lu calls her teacher or not, this is an established fact.

In this world, except for her, Qian Renxue, no one can bully him, not even if the other person is a titled Douluo!

"Your Highness, although I can only rank at the bottom among all titled Douluo in terms of combat power, you can't kill him if you want. If you think you can take my head, you can come and get it at any time. "Dugu Bo put his hands behind his back and looked calm.

"Remember, this matter is not over yet." Qian Renxue said coldly.

"If nothing happens to His Royal Highness, I will go back." Dugu Bo didn't take her threat to heart at all.

"Old ghost, let the little guys handle their own affairs. Why are you, an old guy half-buried in the soil, interfering with it?" Hearing this, Sword Douluo, who was standing next to Ning Fengzhi, spoke calmly. said something.

"I know." Dugu Bo waved his hand impatiently, stepped forward, and quickly disappeared.

Dugu Bo could ignore the Crown Prince's threats, but he kept Sword Douluo's words in mind.

He understood that this move was indeed a bit hasty, and he did not expect that it would provoke the visit of the master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

But my precious granddaughter has already begged her hard, so she can’t do anything if she doesn’t take action.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Dugu Bo had left, Qian Renxue looked at Wang Lu.

"It's okay!" Wang Lu grinned.

To be honest, he didn't expect Qian Renxue to care about him so much that he would even threaten a titled Douluo.

"I've met Sect Master Ning and Senior Jian." Wang Lu hurriedly raised his hand and saluted Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo who were standing next to them.

"No need to be polite." Ning Fengzhi nodded gently with a smile.

"Do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Sword Douluo looked at the sword in Wang Lu's hand with a hint of surprise in his tone.

He could clearly feel that Wang Lu's martial soul was not a sword-type martial soul. To practice swordsmanship with a non-sword-type martial soul, the effort required to reach a certain level was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Can't you?" Wang Lu smiled slightly.

"Where there is a will, there is a way." Sword Douluo gave him an affirmative answer.

"If you don't have the strength to deal with the trouble after getting into trouble, then just keep your tail between your legs. When you have the strength in the future, you can get your place back. Only by living can you have a future." When Wang Lu turned his attention to Qian Renxue again, he only Qian Renxue said this in a calm tone.

"Understood!" Wang Lu nodded lightly.

I understand, but Wang Lu is not prepared to do so. A swordsman should have a sharp edge.

Seeing Sword Douluo hugging Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue away, Wang Lu shook his head and continued walking towards his original destination with the long sword in his hand.

Ten minutes later, Wang Lu arrived at the top of the mountain range, surrounded by a white mist.

This was the place Wang Lu carefully selected for sword practice when he visited Tiandou Royal Academy yesterday, although there was only about one meter of open space for him to stay.

The reason why I chose this place is because it is the highest place in the entire mountain range. Standing here will give you the feeling of seeing all the small mountains. It is easier to enter the artistic conception when practicing swordplay here.

Wang Lu first adjusted his aura to the most perfect state, then held the long sword in his hand and slashed out with one strike.

There is no power attached, it is just a slight swing of the sword, but this sword is the sword in which Wang Lu's essence and spirit are condensed into one. Although there is no power attached, it hits a sword one meter away in front of him. The cloud split into two.

It looked pretty good, but Wang Lu was not satisfied because the sword still didn't have the slightest bit of charm or shape.

But practicing swordsmanship, of course, cannot be accomplished overnight, just take your time.

the other side.

When Dugu Bo returned home with an old face, Dugu Yan, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately greeted him with a face full of joy.

"Grandpa, how's it going? Is that nasty guy dead?"

"Alas." Dugu Bo sighed softly. "Yanyan, stay away from that boy named Wang Lu from now on."

"Grandpa, you...failed?" Dugu Yan looked incredulous.

how can that be!

Her grandfather was a level 91 Titled Douluo. Not to mention a Wang Lu who was over level 30, even thirty such Wang Lus would not be able to block her grandfather's finger.

"That kid is from Prince Xue Qinghe." Dugu Bo said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, and rubbed his temples with a slight headache.

It would be a bit embarrassing for him, a powerful Titled Douluo-level man, to go out and cause trouble for a little guy in his 30s. Let's not mention the failure for the moment. It would be a bit embarrassing to run away in despair.

The key is that it's not enough if he doesn't leave. Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, even if they lend him two more courages, he doesn't dare to stay anywhere.

Dugu Yan was extremely angry. Doesn't this mean that she had absolutely no way to deal with that kid!

"What's wrong with the prince's people? Grandpa, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dugu Bo raising his hand.

"Don't talk about the prince, I am not afraid even of His Majesty Xue Ye, the Emperor of the Tiandou Empire." When he said this, Dugu Bo had a hint of pride on his face, which was the confidence of his titled Douluo, and his words changed.

"But Xue Qinghe is a student of Ning Fengzhi, and Ning Fengzhi is the master of the three upper sects, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. In addition, the upper three sects have always been united, so offending Xue Qinghe is equivalent to offending half of the seven major sects. "

"Grandpa, I'm already half buried in the coffin, but Yanyan you are still young, we can't afford to offend you."

Having said this, the old man named Poison showed a trace of sadness on his face.

This is the current world of soul masters. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. However, in life, as long as you are not alone, you will be put on a pair of shoes, whether actively or passively, no matter whether they fit or not.