The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

The well-intentioned inquiry did not receive a friendly answer. The man in black looked at Mo Wen with disdain. He opened his mouth to spit, but Mo Wen pinched his mouth and prevented him from spitting out.

Looking helplessly at the man in black, Mo Wen was also speechless. Why was he always misunderstood for no reason? He was born in an orphanage and was suddenly recognized as a noble.

After licking his nails, he could only explain first and said, "Young man, I don't know why you think of me as a noble or corrupt person, but I am a good person who sits upright and have never done anything harmful to the world. Things, on the contrary, often help those who have dreams. You can tell me your dreams and I will help you."

"Mo Wen? Mo Wen of the Holy Path Academy? One against seven?" Hearing these two words, the man in black seemed to have triggered some key words. He blurted out three times in a row, his eyes changed, as if he was seeing an idol, and said, " Oops, there's a misunderstanding, brother, my name is Rong Yan, I'm a ranger nearby, specifically targeting the nobles who come to hunt soul beasts. I see you brought a group of people, both beauties and thugs, there's a misunderstanding. Brother Mo Wen, I apologize to you, I really can’t help it.”

Looking at Rong Yan kneeling on the ground, Mo Wen felt that he was too polite. He stood up and helped the young man up and said, "It's nothing serious. Most of the people I brought with me are my disciples, about the same age as you. The older one is my sister, and we are here to hunt for soul rings."

"Idol, you have broken through to become the Soul King. That is so amazing. You are only 15 years old this year. You are unprecedented." Being helped to sit on the chair, Rong Yan no longer looked aloof like he did at first, and he was extremely excited. .

Mo Wen had to sigh. As expected of a man with a fiery name, he was so enthusiastic. Thinking of what he said before, he said, "Rong Yan, how long have you been a ranger in the Star Dou Forest?" With your talent, why didn’t you go to school?”

"In total, it has been more than three years." Looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, Rong Yan's temperament returned to his aloof state. He took out a cigarette and said, "Idol, if you don't mind if I smoke a cigarette, thank you."

Before Mo Wen could agree, he gathered a flame on his fingertips, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, blew out the smoke towards the window, and said, "I am originally from the Kingdom of Barak, even when I was a child. Of course, a genius cannot compare with you.

But it can be regarded as one of the top few in Balak Academy. Unfortunately, as an official sent to Balak by the Tiandou Empire, my father had a deep conflict with King Balak. In the past few years, my father and King Balak had a conflict over financial issues. There was a dispute, but he didn't choose to go along with that old bastard, and finally died tragically in the palace.

With the help of my father's good brother, I barely escaped from the city of Barak, but as you can see, now that I have become like this, I can only sneak attack on those nobles. When they die, the hatred will dissipate. Come on, hoo~"

Mo Wen had heard Xue Qinghe mention this matter. The official was a confidant of the Prince's Mansion. He was a Soul Emperor. He was an upright man and was highly valued by Xue Qinghe. He was planning to be the future Minister of Finance.

Using his soul power to disperse the smoke, he looked at Rong Yan and said, "Your father must be Rong Cheng. I heard Xue Qinghe mention this matter. He also sent people to investigate. The report given by the Balak Kingdom is , the ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts that were traveling together perished together."

"Shit!" He punched the table so hard that the legs of the table were broken. Rong Yan's eyes were red and he said, "Those bastards, when I reach the level of cultivation, I will kill them all, and None of those corrupt old dogs can escape.”

Looking at the table with broken legs, Mo Wen thought of the vacant position of Yun Zhongjun and extended an invitation to Rong Yan, saying, "Then, I can help you. Your martial spirit should be of the fire element. I have an organization that is very suitable for you to join, you should have heard of Deathbringer."

Like a beam of light shining in his heart, Rong Yan could hardly hold the smoke with excitement, and asked tremblingly, "Is that the messenger of death who has no survivors after his attack? Is he your subordinate? If you can help me reach At such a height, I, Rongyan, will die, just at your mercy."

Feeling that this was not enough to express his sincerity, he knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed a few times to prove his sincerity.

Seeing this situation, Mo Wen hurriedly helped Rong Yan up. He also admired Rong Cheng and would be happy to do something for him. Especially when Rong Yan was filled with hatred, he needed to do something right. guide.

Pressing the excited Rong Yan down on the chair, Mo Wen had to make some inquiries before deciding on the direction of training.

"Rong Yan, the Death Messenger is a Soul Saint under me. Currently, in this force under me, besides her, there is also a 13-year-old Soul King. If you join, you will be Elder Jin, and you will get a series of skills. And martial arts. But you can’t quit in this life. If you are willing, tell me what your martial spirit is first, and then I can make a direction."

Showing a relieved smile, Rong Yan put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and said decisively, "A lonely ghost like me, what else can I refuse? If an idol values ​​me, I must continue. Xia Rongyan, my martial spirit is flame, I am a level 34 attack spirit master, pay my respects to the sect master!"

"No courtesy, sit down and talk." Mo Wen felt comfortable when he heard that Rong Yan's martial spirit was flame. He was looking for someone like you.

In line with the principle of employing people without suspicion and using them without suspicion, Mo Wen took out a few books from the storage soul guide, handed them to Rong Yan's hands, and said, "This book is a method of controlling flames. Wait. The more advanced your cultivation is, I will take you to a place to raise the temperature of your martial soul. In addition, you should study this alchemy book carefully. Elder Jin will make alchemy part-time. When you reach the Soul King, I will teach you alchemy. "

"I have thanked the master." With a burning look in his eyes, Rong Yan took a few books in his hands and held them in his arms, unwilling to let them go, as if he was holding his own lifeblood.

He also took out Elder Jin's token and a storage soul guide, and handed them to Rong Yan together.

"This is your token and equipment. You can choose to stay here or go to practice at the Holy Academy."

"I will, but for now I still choose to stay here. When I feel it's time to leave, I will go to Tiandou City. Boss, I'll take my leave."

With a new identity and a goal to follow, Rong Yan looked completely new. He put on his mask again and jumped out of the window.

After Rong Yan left, Liu Erlong's figure appeared in the room. Looking at the dark figure leaving, he said, "Is it really okay to believe him so hastily?"

"Sister, please believe my perspective on people. Rongcheng is a person worthy of respect. Being able to bring Rongyan back to the right track can be regarded as fulfilling my wish. Of course, I am not completely without back-ups. He has a With a little bit of my soul power, I can find him anytime I want within a few years."

With a golden light wrapped around his fingertips, Mo Wen hoped that Rong Yan wouldn't live up to his expectations, otherwise he wouldn't want him to do that kind of thing.

To this, Liu Erlong said that's it, and then asked, "Ning Fengzhi and the others are probably arriving soon, but Xiao Wu seems to have disappeared. Do you know where she went?"

"According to the estimated time, Sect Leader Ning should arrive tomorrow, and then we can set out to hunt for the soul ring for you, Dragon King Douluo. As for Xiao Wu, her home is nearby. She told me that I I agreed to let her go back."

Appearing calm on the surface, Mo Wen answered Liu Erlong clearly and clearly, and also took the opportunity to tease his sister.

As expected, Liu Erlong didn't pay attention to what happened next. He reached out and slapped Mo Wen on the shoulder, gritting his teeth and said, "Although I am very happy to become Dragon Emperor Douluo soon, this is not what you say several times a day. reason!"

"Ah, it hurts." The pain in his bones was severe, and Mo Wen cried out obediently. He smiled flatteringly and said, "Sister, if you hit me so hard again, you are not afraid of beating me to death. You will lose your dear one." My brother’s.”

"Hmph." Trying hard to hold back his laughter, Liu Erlong stretched out his hand to grab Mo Wen's ear and said, "It's best if I beat him to death, so that you don't have to worry about me every day."