[Douluo] No dreams come true

"Your Majesty the God of Death." Fred followed Yu Xiaogang in a hurry.

"Fred, Dean." Luo Xuan folded his arms and leaned against the tree, opening his eyes slightly.

"This... I really can't take it seriously." Fred and Yu Xiaogang looked at each other, and both of them saw the confusion in each other's eyes. How did Shrek provoke this famous titled Douluo in Douluo Continent.

"What exactly is Your Majesty..."

"Apply." Luo Xuan closed his eyes again and ignored Fred's surprise.

"Well, Shrek can no longer pay the teacher..." Fred looked embarrassed.

"Need not."

"Entrusted, no need."

"Let me introduce, this is the new teacher, Luo Xuan." The master said with his hands behind his back, looking at the seven people standing in a row on the playground.

Luo Xuan stood on the right side of the master, a few arms' distance away.

"Luo Xuan, level 88 Soul Douluo." Luo Xuan casually transformed the sickle that had harvested the souls of angels, and eight soul rings appeared: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black

A flash of surprise flashed in the master's eyes, and he quickly calmed down. There are some things that you can always choose to turn a blind eye to.

"Hiss!" Several people on the playground took a breath.

Luo Xuan just glanced at those people with cold eyes, without any introduction to his martial spirit.

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank suddenly, black robe? sickle? !

No! The person in front of me is just a Contra, the rumored one is actually a titled Douluo.

After thinking for just a few seconds, he raised his eyes and looked at each other. Those ice-like eyes made Dai Mubai feel that his limbs were cold and he was immobilized.

Luo Xuan took a step back and returned the seven-person classroom to Yu Xiaogang.

Luo Xuan stood in the bamboo forest outside the school, and the master stood opposite him.

In the dark night, the moonlight passes through the bamboo leaves and scatters on the ground in bits and pieces. The birds don't know when to stop, and the entire bamboo forest is quiet, as if no one exists.

"Luo Xuan, your soul ring?" The master was silent for a while and finally asked.

When Luo Xuan was asked, his face turned cold, "Unexpected."

"Master... what a good title."

"Jade, Xiao, Gang." Luo Xuan looked directly at the master, his expression as cold as looking at a dead person.

"Why did you come to Shrek?" the master asked hurriedly, turning his head to avoid Luo Xuan's eyes, pretending that he was not targeted, "This place is remote, and you don't enjoy the glory of Wuhun Palace, so why come here?" Why bother?"

"Ah."

"Will the Wuhun Palace still exist?"

"You said...Tang San."

Yu Xiaogang's face changed drastically when he heard this: "The mistress is just an ordinary person."

"Entrusted to take care of you." He snorted coldly and looked away.

"Having someone take away your love has become a stumbling block for her to leave."

"There is no soul king."

"Protect?"

"You are well protected, so don't think about protecting others."

"Hold your sign." The Wuhun Palace sign was pulled out by Luo Xuan at some point and thrown back into the master's arms.

Luo Xuan buttoned up his cloak and left quickly, causing a gust of wind in the forest.

Holding the sign in his hand, Yu Xiaogang stared at the exposed blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex pattern, closing his eyes and looking solemn.

Take a few deep breaths, turn around and leave the bamboo forest.

Luo Xuan's eyes hidden under the brim of his hat gradually turned purple, a very deep purple, so deep that it looked like black even if you didn't look closely.

"The eighth test."

"The final stage begins."

It's finally the end, right? Luo Xuan curled his lips. In the darkness, the sharp blade shone coldly in the moonlight.

When he came back in the morning, he took off his cloak that smelled of blood and put it in the storage soul guide.

After walking out of the hut, Fred just happened to go out. Luo Xuan glanced at him and smiled strangely.

Fred shuddered, touched the goose bumps on his arms, and quickly left the dormitory.

When passing by Luo Xuan, he faintly heard a voice muttering to himself, "Purification?"

"Have you ever been in actual combat?" Luo Xuan crossed his arms and looked at the seven people, still looking the same indifferent way he faced the master.

"You guys, come up together."

"Put away the concealed weapon."

"Only release the martial spirit."

The seven people looked at each other and hesitated.

"Come forward." Luo Xuan continued.

Tang San and Dai Mubai looked at each other and nodded. Dai Mubai's purple soul ring lit up and he directly used his third soul skill to jump forward.

Bluesilver grass appeared at the right time and began to grow crazily from Luo Xuan's feet. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu did not stop their offensive, and launched an attack together with the appearance of bluesilver grass.

The glazed tower in Ning Rongrong's hand was flowing with brilliance. The light flashed in Oscar's hand, and the sausage appeared and was handed to Tang San.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know when he appeared behind Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan still stood still, stretched out his right hand, held the scythe formed by his soul power, moved it backwards, and directly shook the ghost civet that appeared several meters away.

While retracting the scythe to the front, he cut off the bluesilver grass at his feet, retracted it, and put it on his shoulders.

With strange steps, he waved his sword to separate the flames, and moved directly towards Ning Rongrong and Oscar in a few steps to easily end the battle.

Then, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Tang San.

It can be said that the seven people did not get close to each other at all, and were easily knocked out by the handle of the knife.

"The spirit is commendable."

"Lack of tacit understanding."

Luo Xuan took back the scythe, loosened his grip on the handle, and once again turned into soul power and disappeared.

The boy and girl who barely stood up looked at Luo Xuan with a hint of dissatisfaction in their eyes. Tang San was very calm, while Dai Mubai's expression was solemn.

"Dissatisfied?"

"Senior, you are Contra!" Ning Rongrong said with deep dissatisfaction.

"Did I use soul skills?"

The silent Tang San stopped Ning Rongrong and replied to Luo Xuan: "No."

Luo Xuan turned to look at Dai Mubai, who had been staring at him in deep thought since he stood up, "Any words?"

Dai Mubai's eyes were about to close together, and his brows were furrowed: "The God of Death has condescended to do this. I wonder what kind of reward the dean paid?"

"Death God Douluo?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, her face turned pale and she wanted to retreat.

"Contra is not worthy of my title." Luo Xuan gave a rare smile, looked at Dai Mubai, and continued: "I have nothing to do."

Contra? Although the Death Crown rarely appears, some people have indeed seen it with their own eyes. Along with the sickle, there is a bright red soul ring at the top.

But in terms of martial arts, fighting style, gender, and body shape, he is definitely a Death Douluo.

Dai Mubai stared at Luo Xuan in a daze until he felt the cold eyes from Zhu Zhuqing, "Then, what did Teacher Luo teach me today?"

Luo Xuan stopped smiling and his expression returned to indifference: "When are you going to fight for the soul?"

"Show off your skills, right?"

Luo Xuan asked two questions in a row. Dai Mubai's face suddenly changed when he heard the first one, "Teacher, this... fighting spirit, Xiaosan and the others have already..."

Taking out a jade longevity lock from the storage soul guide, Luo Xuan tossed it casually: "Catch it."

Tang San quickly reached out and caught it, and the other six people turned around curiously.

"Soul power feeling."

Tang San exported his soul power first, "Teacher Luo, this jade..."

"Soul power carving." The words were still simple and clear.

"This lock is for you." After Luo Xuan said that, he turned around and walked towards Fred's office.