Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

The Tiandou Great Soul Fighting Arena is an oval shape as a whole, and the interior is divided into a main spirit fighting arena and 24 sub-spirit fighting arenas.

It can accommodate 10 spectators at the same time, including [-] VIP boxes.

This is not only a place for soul masters to exchange ideas and exchanges, but also a place for all forces to show their strength.

The audience seats are also divided into three, six or nine levels. The closer to the front, the better the view and the more expensive the price.

Tai Lung, with the intention of bankrupting the Power Clan, bought two seats at the front, where he could see the entire arena.

In Yang Pojun's eyes, this place was similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome. It was full of people and mixed with all kinds of ghosts and howls.

"Boss, are you interested in going down and playing?" Tai Long looked at Yang Pojun with inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

Although he knew about Yang Pojun's soul power, Tai Long had never seen him take action so far. You said it was like a mule or a horse, and high soul power did not mean strong strength.

In Tai Long's view, in terms of talent, there is no doubt that Yang Pojun is countless times better than him, but when it comes to actual combat, it is not certain who will win and who will lose.

Therefore, although Tai Long was submissive to Yang Pojun on the surface, in fact, he was still a little unconvinced from the inside.

"Me? Let's forget it..." Yang Pojun shook his head and rejected Tai Long's bad idea.

The Po clan is already at the cusp of the storm. If he comes to show his holiness in person again, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?

There are advantages and disadvantages. Although the Thousand-Year Soul Ring has given me a qualitative leap in strength, it is precisely because of me that the Po Clan is in the current crisis.

Therefore, sometimes Yang Pojun even wonders, if he had known this earlier, would he still be so obsessed with the thousand-year soul ring?

Maybe in order to deal with Tang San, I would still choose the Thousand Year Soul Ring, but I wouldn't choose to come out so early to experience it. Yi Gou is also a good choice after all...

Glancing at Yang Pojun with a slight disappointment, Tailong felt that his guess was accurate. He had the strength of the Soul Sect at a young age, and he had no actual combat experience!

"Tailong, have you asked what I asked you to inquire about?" Although the disappointment in Tailong's eyes flashed, Yang Pojun was still keenly aware of it.

However, he didn't bother to explain the reason to Tai Lung!

"Well, I asked about it, and the staff said that there is indeed a Tiandou team composed of Tiandou students, but they did not participate in the competition today."

Although he is slightly disappointed with Yang Pojun, Tailong is not a fool. Practical experience does need to be accumulated, but talent cannot be changed. In the final analysis, with Yang Pojun's talent, sooner or later, he will become a blockbuster, so, this You still have to hold your thighs tightly.

After hearing the news, Yang Pojun finally felt relieved. It seemed that his memory was not biased. Although he didn't meet him today, he would 'happen' to meet him one day.

The competition in the ring has begun, and Yang Pojun also started to eat melons and watch the excitement with great interest...

At the same time, in the Tiandou Great Fighting Spirit Arena!

A VIP room.

A slightly stout, dignified-looking old man in rich attire sat in the middle, his gray hair neatly combed behind his head, looking at the scene of the Soul Fighting Arena below.

Next to the old man, a young man leaned lazily on a chair. The young man looked somewhat similar to the old man, but there was a faint hint of sadness between his eyebrows.

"How are you lately?" The old man glanced at the young man beside him indifferently.

"Haha... What's the good thing? It's not the same as before, eating, drinking and having fun!" The young man smiled as if he was laughing at himself, his smile full of helplessness and sadness.

"Well, that's good!" The old man nodded with satisfaction, showing a fatherly smile of relief.

"Humph——" The young man snorted unconvincingly.

"Don't complain, don't hate. This is life. If you want to live, you have to learn to pretend!" The old man's expression was calm and he paid no attention to the young man's resentful look.

The young man looked forward, with a hint of self-deprecation and a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Resentment? Hate? Do I dare? Am I qualified? I should thank Xue Qinghe, thank him for not killing!"

Gu</span> "Hey..." Listening to the young man complaining, the old man sighed silently.

The room fell into a brief silence. After a while, the young man said quietly: "Is he... okay?"

The old man knew who the young man was referring to, and nodded slightly: "He is slowly delegating the power in his hands..."

The young man's expression froze, and he slumped down on the chair. His face instantly turned extremely pale, and unspeakable fear spread in his heart.

"No matter what, you must hold back and never act rashly, otherwise all these years of hard work will be in vain." The old man frowned and stared at the young man, his mellow voice full of solemnity.

The young man smiled miserably: "Besides pretending to be a grandson, do I have any other choice? I live an ignoble existence and am notorious, just to breathe a breath of fresh air. Don't worry, uncle, I know what to do."

"It's good that you understand. By the way, there's a strange news coming from the Star Luo Empire recently."

The young man glanced at the old man feebly: "What anecdote?"

"The Broken Clan that was almost wiped out by the Spirit Hall turned out to be a genius with the first thousand-year soul ring!" The old man looked at the young man with a playful expression.

"The first thousand years?" The young man took a breath of air, then looked at the old man with a sneer: "Is someone going to cause trouble?"

"No, it's said to be true!"

"Really?" The young man narrowed his eyes and continued to sneer: "You really don't know how to live or die!"

"Haha, I think so too!"

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. I've made an appointment with some friends to go to a brothel. I heard that they recently got some fox girls..."

The young man stood up and shook his clothes, glanced at the fiery scene below, then turned around and bowed towards the darkness in the corner, "Senior Dugu is tired!"

"Well..." A low response came from the darkness.

The young man raised his head and suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old man: "Uncle Emperor, help me find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A few days ago, a young man sent a woman with a black veil back to Tiandou Academy. I want to find that young man."

"Young man?" The old man frowned: "What is your name?"

"do not know!"

"I don't know?" The old man looked at the young man in surprise: "What does he look like?"

"do not know!"

The room suddenly fell into silence. The old man felt that his chest was clogged with congestion and he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

The old man pondered for a moment in confusion as if he was doubting his life. He looked at the young man and didn't look like he was joking. Then he really doubted his life.

He looked at the young man with a livid face: "You don't know anything, how do you want me to find it?"

"I am also entrusted by others!" The young man looked at the old man with a wry smile.

"Who is so boring?"

"Dugu Yan!"

The old man's face froze and he looked back at the darkness in the corner.