From Douluo to Wanjie

After Gu Yang received his today's reward at the settlement office, he immediately left the Soul Fighting Arena and headed to Mingshan Hotel.

At this time, Zhao Wuji was in the hotel, walking back and forth at the hotel entrance, looking anxious, muttering to himself: "Is there anything going on?"

After a while, Zhao Wuji said again: "Why don't you go back and see for yourself."

But at this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly saw Gu Yang running over, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "What do they want from you?"

"Regarding the battle for the Lingchi, I was invited to fight for them." Guyang came to Zhao Wuji and said.

"Spiritual Pond!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "This spiritual pond is a rare sight in a thousand years, you are really good."

"We have to win." Guyang said.

Although the spirit pool is precious, it is useless if he does not win.

Soon, the two of them entered the hotel and went to the room, taking an early rest.

In the following time, Guyang did not go to the spirit fighting arena to fight, but kept practicing basic swordsmanship in the hotel's practice room.

Soon, three days passed in the blink of an eye. When the morning of the fourth day came, Gu Yang's figure had already appeared outside the Soto Fighting Spirit, while Zhao Wuji continued to wait for him in the hotel.

After all, they didn't call Zhao Wuji.

"Huh..." Gu Yang took a deep breath. He was not a arrogant person. His opponents were the strongest people from the first level of Soul King in Wuhun Palace, so he had no choice but to be careless.

Of course, Gu Yang was not discouraged. The main reason was that the rewards were very generous, and it was related to whether he could break through to level [-], thereby greatly increasing his strength.

By then, although he is not yet 55's opponent, he should be able to draw with Liu Changyan.

Guyang shook his head and told himself not to think too much. He walked into the spirit fighting arena and was led to the top floor by the staff.

At this time, there were six people in a luxurious room on the top floor of the fighting arena.

The old man in gray clothes and Zifeng were sitting on the sofa, holding teacups filled with tea in their hands. Behind them, two people, a man and a woman, were standing.

The woman is wearing a purple skirt, has a delicate face, and is about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The man was wearing black clothes, his face was cold, and his eyes showed deep arrogance.

Opposite the four people stood two people, an old man and a young man.

At this time, I heard the young man say: "Zi Field Master, we clearly agreed that I would be the chosen one for the competition, why is it not happening now?"

The young man looked anxious. This spiritual pool was a rare opportunity in a thousand years. More importantly, he could show his talent in front of his beloved.

"The battle for the spirit pool has a great impact. Naturally, strength comes first. Now that someone is stronger than you, naturally you have to be replaced." Zifeng said calmly.

"Stronger than me? Humph, Zifeng, don't be too arbitrary, or you really think that the Soul Fighting Arena belongs to your Zi family." The young man felt anxious and shouted directly.

"Junior, pay attention to your tone!" Zifeng said coldly, his body exuding an extremely terrifying aura, "Otherwise I will make it impossible for you to leave this room."

"You..." The young man was so angry that his body was shaking. He was the son of the deputy master of the Soul Fighting Arena, and his father was one of the only three titled Douluo in the Soul Fighting Arena. His status was so high.

And Zifeng was just the owner of a small Soto City. He dared to despise himself so much, and he was immediately furious.

"Gu Jiang, you should be more polite when speaking to my father." The girl in the purple skirt yelled, with a sullen expression on her face. Ever since Gu Jiang met her three years ago, she had always thought that she was his woman, which made her extremely angry. .

If it weren't for Gu Jiang's high status, I would definitely beat him to pieces.

"Ya'er, I was impatient just now, I'm sorry!" Gu Jiang said, a gloomy look flashed deep in his eyes. Damn that bitch, how dare you reject yourself again and again.

When your ancestor of the Zi family dies, I will see how I can protect you with just one Zi Feng.

"Don't call me Ya'er, we are not that close." Ziya said softly.

"Ahem..." At this time, the old man behind Gu Jiang coughed lightly, stepped forward and said, "Zi Zhang Master, I apologize to you on behalf of my young master, but your words are too arbitrary. Let us both It’s hard for people to accept.”

This spiritual pool is extremely precious. It can not only improve your cultivation but also temper your body. This is a good thing that you must never give up.

"You will know when that person comes here." Zifeng said coldly. Being questioned over and over again made him feel a little angry.

"Dong dong!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Come in!" Zifeng said immediately, glancing at Gu Jiang and the two of them, daring to question himself. You will be shocked later.

Gu Jiang's face also condensed, and he locked his eyes tightly on the door. He wanted to see who was qualified to take my place.

It's okay if he has strong strength and background, but if he is very weak, he will not be able to reap the good fruits.

Gu Yang opened the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw four people looking at him carefully. He suddenly felt uncomfortable, but he still bowed to Zifeng and said: "Zi Field Master!"

"Yeah," Zifeng nodded.

Then the old man in gray clothes beside him put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and introduced to Guyang: "Little friend Gu, the two people behind me are your companions, named Zhang Zhinan and Ziya."

Upon hearing this, Guyang immediately nodded towards the two of them and said, "Hello, my name is Guyang."

"Well, hello, my name is Ziya." Ziya, the girl in the purple skirt, smiled and nodded, and thought to herself, judging from her extraordinary momentum, and her body exuding an aura like a sharp sword, she must be quite strong.

The man named Zhang Zhidong nodded lightly and glanced at Guyang seriously, as if he wanted to know his strength.

Seeing that the old man in gray clothes did not introduce himself for a long time, Gu Jiang felt very angry, but he took a deep breath, turned around and smiled at Guyang:

"I'm from the Gu family, Gu Jiang. I wonder where the big influence my friend comes from?"

The smile just appeared on Gu Jiang's face, and before Gu Yang could reply, a cold voice as thin as a mosquito flew into Gu Yang's ears:

"That quota should belong to me, and you should also know the strength of my Gu family, so you have to be a little more sensible when doing things. You go to the purple field master and the others and tell them to give up, otherwise I will definitely let you have a try. What is a thousand cuts and a thousand cuts?”

When Gu Yang heard this, he couldn't help but look at Gu Jiang deeply and sneered: "I have never heard of your so-called Gu family. As for you, you are just that little loach in the quagmire!"

If others treat him with respect, Guyang will give him a measure of respect, and if he wants to threaten him to quit and give up the opportunity with just a few words, his attitude will naturally not be good.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Preventing others from becoming stronger is even worse.

Regardless of whether this quota was originally his, but now it belongs only to me, Guyang, and it can only belong to me, Guyang.