Douluo's self-created divine system

A month later.

It was just after noon, the sun was blazing, and three young people walked outside the east gate of Tiandou City.

They all looked to be in their teens, holding swords and carrying no other luggage. One man and two women.

The boy was gorgeously dressed and looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was about 1.8 meters tall. He was wearing a black knight's uniform with exquisite fabrics and looked majestic.

There is a belt inlaid with white marble around his waist. His short black hair is neat and tidy, his appearance is handsome, his gentleness makes him feel easy to get close to, and he always has a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

The girls standing on his left and right also looked extraordinary.

Her long, silky black hair was simply tied into a low ponytail with a red ribbon. The hair and ribbons were staggered in red and black and hung down to her waist.

They were a bit shorter than the boy. They were dressed in a red female knight's costume, which was neat and tidy. The skirt dropped to the upper of the shoe. Around their waist was a red-bottomed and black-edged belt with cloud patterns embroidered on it. They looked heroic.

The cheeks that are indistinguishable do not use any powder. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also cute. Standing next to the boy, the two complement each other perfectly.

The two girls looked to be eleven or twelve years old, but who would know that they were only nine years old.

These men and two women were none other than the three Shilin people from Linhai City.

The three of them standing together are naturally the center of attention, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The three of them have long been accustomed to this, and Shi Lin was full of interest along the way.

While walking and stopping on the road, I experienced what I had only experienced in my dreams in my previous life: walking across the world with a sword. Become a hero for a while and fully appreciate the feng shui and customs of mainland China.

Along the way, they put on the knight uniforms designed by Shi Lin based on his memory, holding swords to punish evil and promote good.

He has punished evil soul masters, entered the mansions of rich and unkind nobles, and helped the weak.

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From a distance, you can see the city with the flag waving, which is one of the two largest and most prosperous cities in the mainland.

The walls of Tiandou City are as high as meters, and they are all repaired from the hardest granite. The soldiers on patrol above and below the city are all in full body armor and hold spears. It can be seen that it is powerful.

The tall city gate is ten meters long and ten meters wide, enough for six riders to ride side by side. There are two side gates, also five meters high and wide. Passers-by can only enter through the side gate, and the central gate is closed tightly. with.

Arriving in line at the city gate, Shi Lin secretly looked at the soldiers standing guard.

Most of them are ordinary people wearing armor, which can only intimidate civilians who are also ordinary people.

The leader of the soldiers is the soul master, and most of them are low-level soul masters, mainly soul masters and great soul masters.

Shi Lin thought about it and thought: "Emperor Xueye, there may be a hole in his head."

Using a group of ordinary people to defend the capital is of no use to high-level soul masters.

It is said that Tiandou City has one million elite troops guarding the city. It is difficult to imagine how much manpower and material resources are needed to ensure the logistics of one million elite troops for a long time.

Entering the city, what you will see is a bustling scene, with pedestrians and shops lined up in the city.

Tiandou City is extremely prosperous. All streets are paved with blue bricks. Every street is as wide as the main city streets Shilin has seen along the way. The scale of the entire city can only be described as grand.

Suddenly Yu'er'er raised her hand, pointed at the surrounding crowd, and complained somewhat: "Brother Shi Lin, look at them, they don't have weapons, why do we have swords?"

Qing'er, who was on the side, nodded slightly, also expressing confusion.

Along the way, they did not encounter any soul masters carrying weapons.

Shi Lin smiled slightly and said: "You don't understand this is sentiment. How can a knight be unworthy of a sword? As a knight, the sword is our symbol."

"Besides, we are also swordsmen at the same time. It would be strange if we are not worthy of a sword! You must know that a swordsman who is not worthy of a sword is not a good soul master."

Yu'er pouted and said, "I'm not a chivalrous person, I'm a little fairy." She made a face as she spoke.

Suddenly a strange voice came: "Little brother, can you tell me why swordsmen must wear swords?"

Shi Lin followed the sound and saw two old men with gray hair and boyish faces following them a few meters behind them. They looked familiar as if they had seen them somewhere.

I couldn't tell how old they were. I could only tell that they were two old men based on their white hair. One was completely white and the other was slightly black.

The two of them had actually noticed the Shilin trio outside the city. After all, they were really eye-catching. Their clothes were so different from those around them. They were simple, elegant and beautiful. It was hard not to notice them.

We happened to be on the same road when we entered the city, and we didn't intend to listen to Shi Lin's conversation.

Shi Lin felt his scalp numb for a moment, and said to himself: "Miscalculation, I didn't meet any masters along the way. It's a bit too presumptuous."

The two of them could approach him silently, but he couldn't feel the depth of the two of them. He just felt like he was facing a ferocious beast from the wild.

Shi Lin quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "The sword is an extension of the hands and feet. If you wear it regularly to feel the veins and breathing of the sword, you can gradually achieve the state of unity between man and sword."

In fact, he doesn't know anything about swords. His swords are just decorations, used as ritual items to fulfill wishes.

He doesn't know as much as Yu'er. At best, he is a magic turret who can use sword energy.

There is no way to ask an expert, you have to say something.

"Man and sword merge into one?" The old man with all white hair was stunned, paused, and said with a smile: "Little brother, what a profound insight!"

He hesitated slightly and said: "I wonder, little brother, can you tell me how to feel the veins and breathing of the sword?"

At this time, Yu'er and Qing'er were looking at the two of them warily, ready to retreat. This was their tacit understanding over the past month.

They knew this was Shi Lin's nonsense. They had heard Shi Lin mention it on the way here, and they also wanted to learn it, but they were told it was nonsense.

Shi Lin was stunned for a while, he really wanted to slap himself, and said to himself: "I'm so stupid, I don't know whether the two of them are good or evil, asking such a direct question."

Just as Shi Lin was racking his brains, thinking about how to deal with it, the old man's voice came again, resolving his dilemma.

"I'm being rude." The old man with all white hair then remembered that it was taboo to find out other people's secrets.

Originally, I just heard the swordsman saying something about his sword, and I was happy to see him.

But as a super-titled Douluo with a sword martial spirit, he heard that there was an enlightening experience in the integration of man and sword, and he eagerly wanted to know how to achieve it.

He felt that this was similar to what he had realized accidentally. If you understand it, it will greatly improve your combat power, and you will be more confident in your fight against Qian Daoliu.

Thinking of this, the old man with all white hair smiled kindly and said: "Little brother, I wonder if it would be convenient for everyone to chat together and discuss Taoism."

Before Shi Lin could breathe a sigh of relief, Shi Lin's heart almost jumped out of his throat when he heard 'Lun Dao' again.

His face remained expressionless, but he complained in his heart: "That old man is very bad."

Shi Lin raised his head and looked up, smiling and said: "I have my wish, but I don't dare to invite you."

The old man with all white hair nodded and had a good impression of Shi Lin. He said to himself: "This guy is quite confident. He is so full of energy that his future is limitless."

The old man with all white hair nodded to the old man with slightly black hair to lead the way.

The latter led several people forward without saying a word.

At this time, Yu'er and Qing'er gathered around and looked at Shi Lin worriedly. Shi Lin shook his head and motioned for the two to follow.

When the boss asks nicely if it's okay, it's best not to say no.

Especially the big guys where you can’t feel the depth.

Led by the old man with slightly black hair, several people quickly arrived at the hotel under the Qibao Glazed Sect in the city.

I saw an old man with white hair and slightly black hair showing a token to the guests.

The latter took it and glanced at it, then said respectfully: "Your Excellency, please come inside."

As he spoke, he led several people into the hotel and asked as they walked: "If you need anything, please let me know."

The old man with slightly black hair said: "First open a conference room, and then open 4 rooms."

The greeter responded respectfully: "Okay, please come with me."

Along the way, Shi Lin was guessing who these two were, thinking: "At this point in time, who will be the guest minister of the Qibao Glazed Sect? The original book didn't mention it!"

Shi Lin, who had no clue, gave up thinking and thought about how to deal with it later.

Several people in the conference room sat down individually.

The white-haired old man sitting at the top of the table took a sip of tea from his tea cup and spoke first, "My name is Chen Jianjun, a level 97 titled Douluo of the attack system."

Someone pointed to the old man with slightly black hair on his left hand side and said, "This is my son, Chen Xin, a level 92 attack-type titled Douluo."