[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

The auction went extremely smoothly and intensely. For some reason, people who came here became interested in a child who looked to be only five or six years old.

In the enclosed pavilion above and behind the auction house, the man in charge of the theater and the auction house watched the prices rising steadily, and his gloomy expression actually fluctuated a little, "It's a pity to sell such a good product like this."

In the end, a man from the largest nobleman in the city beat all his opponents at a very high price.

After leaving the booth, Lan Chu's hands were cuffed with chains, and then she was pushed into a small room. She would be taken away after the transaction between the nobles and the auction house was completed.

There was no one in the room. Lan Chu, who closed his eyes and was concentrating, soon heard a familiar sound of footsteps. Zisha had already stepped into the door.

Zisha's expression seemed calm, but she couldn't hide the slight nervousness in her eyes. As she walked closer, Zisha quickly stuffed a cold object into Lan Chu's palm.

Lan Chu's perception was so sharp. The moment the thing came into her hand, she knew it was a tiny iron key.

"The next road is yours alone," Zisha put her hand on Lan Chu's head very gently.

Lan Chu frowned slightly, but for the first time, he did not avoid it. His tone was still cold, "I have always been alone."

"Okay," Zisha looked at the defiant and stubborn girl with sighs in her eyes.

The moment the carriage drove out of the gate, the eyes of the man standing on the tall building were still unfathomable. He casually said to Zisha, "It's not bad to sell it at a good price. It's just a pity that you persuaded her for so long and she doesn't have you." So smart."

The man had heard a little bit about what happened to Zisha when she was young. He originally thought that if Zisha stayed with Lan Chu, Lan Chu would change his mind, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. He never thought that Zisha personally handed over Lan Chu's heart. First freedom.

"what's your name?"

"How old?"

"If you are obedient, you will live a good life, you know?"

On the carriage, the noble man who bought Lan Chu asked several questions, but what he got was Lan Chu's cold and dark eyes.

The question failed, so the man simply poured himself a cup of tea and tasted it leisurely. Everything had been settled, and the girl in front of him already belonged to her, so there was no rush.

The spacious carriage was slightly noisy, with the sound of wheels rolling and the sound of the coachman driving horses intermingled. On the bustling streets, the bustling voices of people kept coming. Lan Chu had never looked at the man sitting in the same carriage since he got in the carriage. His gloomy eyes moved slowly, but his mind was calculating rapidly.

A few days ago, Zisha told Lan Chu the general topography of the city. At this moment, the rough description and the vague memory in Lan Chu's mind quickly constructed a map.

When the carriage arrived at a street entrance, Lan Chu's slightly slow eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, but in a moment, he jumped up from his seat.

From the moment he left the theater, Lan Chu had been making constant calculations and trade-offs. The street he just passed by was crowded with people and had many alleys. It was not far from the city, so it naturally became Lan Chu's choice of breakthrough point.

As early as when the carriage passed a noisy market, Lan Chu used the noise to unlock the iron lock on her hand. At this moment, she decided to take action. Her physical skills reached the extreme and she pounced directly on the man who was drinking tea leisurely. A cold light appeared in her hand, and the key to unlock the iron lock became her weapon.

The man's talent is not high among the family members. He is over thirty years old and has just reached the soul level. He usually idles around and is happy as a playboy who controls the family's power.

No matter how he neglected his duties, he was still a Soul Master after all. The blue figure that came towards him was fierce and sharp, heading straight for the vital point. Although he had no time to react, the instinctive reaction he had practiced for many years still made him lean back without thinking.

The cold piece of iron scraped across his throat, leaving a bloody mark on his face. Before he could recover, the blue figure had already opened the rear door and disappeared from the car.

The attendants around him felt their eyes dazzled as a shadow flashed past and was already running towards the alley at the corner of the street.

Before the entourage could hesitate for a moment, the owner of the carriage stepped out of the carriage, pressed the wound on his face with one hand, and shouted almost crazily, "Chase her and get her back."

The followers quickly dispersed, looking well-trained, and pursued him in a semi-encirclement manner, centered on the street where Lan Chu ran into.

Lan Chu, who was running, had just picked up a sharp knife from a stall on the street. He had already dexterously turned left and right, climbed over three low walls, and got a little closer to the city gate.

"Faster, faster," Lan Chu ran all the way, not even noticing the wounds she accidentally made. She knew very well that there was no way out in the city. She could only escape from the city and enter the dense forest.

After crossing a street intersection again, Lan Chu paused and stopped abruptly.

At the street entrance, six people lined up, blocking her only way out.

Before that, Lan Chu's movement was too fast, and they were in a busy city. Although the six were soul masters, they could not fully display their abilities. When the chasing people were repeatedly thrown away, they quickly changed their strategy.

Lan Chu's escape route was very clever, but it still gave clues to her pursuers. Those who found the clues simply took a detour and got ahead of Lan Chu, blocking the only way out of the city.

"Are you running again?"

Behind the six people, the man who was scratched by Lan Chu looked fierce and taunted Lan Chu loudly.

Holding the sharp knife in his hand firmly, Lan Chu smiled and said, "Run, why don't you run? Why don't you go back and treat the wound first? Look at your thin skin and tender flesh. It's not good to leave scars."

In desperation, the man stopped the six people who were about to come forward together, and pointed to the person closest to him, "Go, don't kill him, there will be a heavy reward."

The assigned follower took a step forward, and a shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Lan Chu had already taken the lead and rushed forward, swinging his sword.

The follower was a soul sect, and he easily avoided the knife, but he was shocked. The speed and strength of the sharp blade that passed by him were beyond the capabilities of a six-year-old child.

The follower stepped on with his right foot, and the martial spirit was released.

Lan Chu frowned slightly, but didn't give him any chance, and speeded up again.

The follower was actually a little nervous. The girl in front of him seemed to have chaotic steps, but there was something strange about it. Every attack he made was barely avoided when he was about to succeed.

With a loud shout, the soul power around the follower suddenly gathered. He thought he could easily win and decided to use soul skills.

Lan Chu, who was immersed in the world of fighting, immediately smelled the dangerous message. It was not a force she could contend with. Without thinking, Lan Chu's figure changed again.

No one could clearly see Lan Chu's movement trajectory. In the flash of lightning, the sharp knife in Lan Chu's hand unexpectedly found its way to the opponent's throat. At the same time, her back's weakness was fully exposed, and she was in danger.

Lan Chu knew very little about Wuhun. The little knowledge she had came from daily encounters. She didn't even know where the Wuhun ring on her opponent came from. She could only judge the opponent's strength based on instinct. strength.

With a spinning move, Lan Chu threatened her opponent's throat, but she didn't know that the opponent whose martial soul was activated had soul power to protect his body. How could she injure him with an ordinary sword swing?

At the moment of life and death, Lan Chu felt as if his palms were fused with the sharp blade. A steady stream of power spurted out, directly breaking through the opponent's soul barrier and accurately piercing the opponent's throat. .

Slightly startled, Lan Chu pulled out the sharp knife with force, her left hand trembling a little, and the bracelet on her wrist that had been with her since she was a child was buzzing and vibrating, and then calmed down.

Blood spurted out, and the follower staggered a few steps, fell to the ground, and never moved again.

"Come on, come on," the man shouted.

The two people rushed towards Lan Chu. The man was completely crazy, and then shouted loudly, "Come on! Get them all!"

The remaining three people pounced on each other. One of the three people's spirit happened to be a scythe. Lan Chu was restrained left and right, and his right arm and left leg were injured one after another, and long blood marks were drawn out by the scythe.

The wound was in severe pain, and Lan Chu's movement speed inevitably slowed down. One of them took the opportunity to swing out a palm, and the swift palm force quickly enveloped Lan Chu.

After taking a few steps back, Lan Chu was surrounded by followers like shadows, unable to escape. Lan Chu was hit in the chest by a palm, flew backwards, hit the roadblock directly, and passed through the protrusion. The iron nail hit the ground, blood dripped from his back, and the sharp knife flew out of his hand.

Many people had gathered at the street entrance, but no one dared to come forward. Everyone could see that the man in gorgeous clothes was not easy to mess with, and his subordinates were even less easy to mess with. How could ordinary people dare to mess with the soul master? .

"Destroy her, don't kill her," the man's harsh laughter spread throughout the street.

Swallowing down the sweet taste in her throat, Lan Chu stood up unsteadily and reached for the sharp blade with her bare hands without hesitation. Unexpectedly, a burst of red light preceded her and knocked away Chi Chi's sickle.

Lan Chu was startled, but before she could turn around, the second ray of silver-red light had arrived. There was a faint outline of a sharp blade shimmering in the light, and it collided with several strong winds coming from all directions, blocking her. The sword light struck one after another.

After a while, the red light subsided, and a cyan figure appeared out of nowhere, holding double blades shaped like crescents. With just a wave of his hand, he forced the followers who were rushing forward a few steps back.

Before the four of them could react, two figures, one red and one yellow, appeared on the street corner one after another, and a slightly childish voice sounded immediately.

"The first soul skill, fire burning."

"The first soul skill, shadow-obsessing."

A dazzling red light mixed with a strange purple mist enveloped nearly half of the street in an instant, and a burning sensation and dizziness spread in the chaos. The aristocratic man grabbed the two followers in panic, but still did not forget to shout, "Get her quickly."

Muffled sounds of falling to the ground were heard one after another in the hazy smoke. Lan Chu just stood firm and a little boy in light blue clothes quickly moved to her side.