Douluo kicked back Ditian with one punch

Noisy at night, this small town adjacent to the Star Forest is brightly lit.

For these desperate people who are licking blood on their blades, what they need most every day is to vent the repressed emotions accumulated in their hearts.

Those who go to Goulan or Yanliu Alley to vent their emotions are already considered light, and those who are more paranoid and mentally tense, even relax through the stimulation of iron and blood.

Soul masters are actually not as glamorous as ordinary people imagine.

In this small town on the edge of the Star Dou Forest, there is basically no output type of business, and they are all service industries.

Restaurants, taverns, theater troupes, Fengyuechang, open windows, a young lady in cool clothes with a red strip hanging by the window, a hero performing on the street with a broken iron chest...

The iron block was dented, and the hero couldn't straighten out his limbs.

No matter how many people there were, they all clapped their hands and shouted, wishing they could smash their palms together, grinning, and shouting loudly.

Everyone was laughing and crying exaggeratedly.

People who live here want to be like this.

For example, if you don't express your feelings to your heart's content, you will be timid when facing ferocious spirit beasts. Living on the edge of the forest, you are making yourself less human in advance so that you can survive in the forest.

In such a noisy street, on the upper floor of a wine shop, three people stood separately on the stone carvings on the top of the building.

The wine shop is very tall, the tallest building in this small town. From the noisy crowd, only three people can be vaguely seen standing there.

This place is far away from the empire. There is no order, only rules. Strength is the biggest rule here.

It's not that there is no order at all. The law enforcers from Wuhun Palace will come here regularly to patrol, and the largest teams of soul masters in the town will report regularly and pay some unknown fees.

Someone glanced at the three people above and left in a hurry.

First of all, these matters of enmity and revenge are not new in this city at all.

Secondly, the exaggerated number of soul rings, at first glance, looks like a dragon, let them solve it by themselves, the three major soul master teams here are not necessarily willing to cause trouble.

A dashing swordsman with a stern face, his clothes were blown floating by the wind, holding a sword in his hand, and behind him were six optimal soul ring ratios.

A fat man with a big belly, who could be described as chubby, stood on a brick sculpture and swayed from side to side. He was wearing gold and jade to show his wealth. He held a large bright ingot in his hand, and behind him were the same six soul rings. It's just that it's not the best spirit ring, white, yellow, purple, purple and black... the worst ratio is not an exaggeration!

A majestic and majestic bald man, wearing brown animal skin, his exposed muscles are harder than stone, his hands are covering his chest, and he is silent. Behind him are seven soul rings that symbolize the soul!

Zao Wou-ki wanted to say a few words, but he felt that for a master like himself, if others hadn't spoken yet, it would be inferior if he spoke first.

"Your Majesty Fudo Ming, what's the use of calling us out?"

Mr. Guan stood on a bird-shaped stone beast, trembling with fear for fear of falling. He now wanted to know what the other party wanted to do when they called them out, and why they chose such a ghost place!

Is this the tune of a master, but he is not a master even though he is fat!

Seeing that someone finally asked the question, Zhao Wuji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If these two guys didn't say anything, wouldn't he have to stand here all night? Although he looked very imposing and had the style of a strong man.

He coughed, his hands still touching his chest, and his voice was as low as possible: "Bai Ri, I didn't say much, but they are my students of Zhao Wuji after all, you two soul emperors are following him...it means you two I'm here!"

Guan Pangpang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and he looked at the young man holding a sword next to him.

"No comment!"

Dust King curled his mouth, hardened his scalp, and didn't answer the other party's words at all.

He used to be the sharpest sword of Feng Jianzong, and there was a sect standing behind him, how could he be afraid of such a guy like a hob, now that Feng Jianzong has been disbanded, he is the most free sword, let alone doing anything The habit of telling people.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed: "So, you want to force me to get mad?"

Guan Pangpang's breath was stagnant, and he quickly said: "Your Excellency Fudo Mingwang, misunderstanding! Absolutely misunderstanding, the two of us following your students have absolutely no ill intentions." As he said, his head turned to King Chen: "King Chen Sir, he, Mr. Dust King, he just wants to protect your students personally!"

After finishing speaking, he took a breath: "Mr. Chen Wang, please say something, there is no need to make such a tense situation, don't you think?"

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Dust King said coolly.

Guan Pangpang was dumbfounded.

Endless it is!

Zhao Wuji believed that he was not a stupid fool. He caught the key point of what Fatty Guan just said and raised his eyebrows: "King Chen, are you the sword-wielding genius of the Fengjian Sect who is rare to see in a century?"

This time King Chen seemed to be willing to talk properly. When he heard the word Fengjian Zong, he had an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Fengjian Zong... no longer exists."

"I heard that your suzerain is a white ring Douluo. What happened back then that made such a strong titled Douluo choose a ten-year spirit ring as the ninth spirit ring?"

"Is Prince Fudo the same kind of eighth wife? Even if he has a ten-year soul ring, he is still an invincible sword in the hands of the sect master!"

Since they are members of the Wind Sword Sect and know the other party's inheritance, they will not worry about these guys having any evil intentions.

It's not that they will definitely be good people, but they will definitely not be evildoers, nor will they become swords in the hands of evildoers. Especially since it is rumored that the disbanded Fengjian Sect members have recovered their inheritance and sword heart. The heart of the sword is more useful than the heart of the innocent.

Coincidentally, he, Old Zhao, knew about this.

"Among my students, there are indeed a lot of people with status, but it seems that there are no people related to Feng Jianzong?"

"Thank you."

"Who do you want to repay?" Zhao Wuji believed in the other party's words, he believed in the brand of Feng Jianzong, but he still couldn't help but be puzzled.

Seeing that the two started talking normally, Guan Pangpang wiped off his sweat.

At this time, a room in the opposite hotel opened, a white-haired boy came out, and then closed the door.

Chen Wang looked at the young man who walked out quietly, and the other two also noticed his gaze and looked over.

"The life-saving grace of all the 'remnants' of the Wind Sword Sect." In terms of temperament, Dust King has always been good.

Zhao Wuji also saw Jade Linzhi coming out of the second floor of the hotel opposite, and wanted to scratch his head, but felt that such an action was against his expert demeanor at this time.

He suppressed the shock: "Linzhi? How could this kid save your life?"

The world is indeed magical sometimes.

Guan Pangpang on the side seemed to know some big secret, and also stared at the young man who seemed nothing special except being handsome. This matter...maybe extremely important to His Highness the Crown Prince!

How can I save my life for myself and others?

Hearing Zhao Wuji's doubts, Dust King remembered what happened that day, the scene where the young man's words made the demon dragon retreat.

He raised his head proudly and said, "How do I know?"

Over there, Yu Linzhi, who had just walked out of the room, looked up and saw three guys on the top of the opposite building, three big masters standing on the top of the building with a concave shape blowing air, and after closing the door, he was speechless: "Three idiots. "

He felt that all three of them were a little nervous.