Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 54 The boy finally holds the sword ([-])

This time, Cao Bailu felt that even teleportation could not save him.

It doesn't mean that the teleportation can't reach the destination, but that Cao Bailu has just arrived at the Wuhun Temple, and he didn't have time to make the mark of the Flying Thunder God.

And the most important thing is not the problem of teleportation.

Rather, Cao Bailu didn't know the way at all.

He got lost in the inner hall of Wuhun Hall, the secret training base of the golden generation. . .

At this time, Cao Bailu gradually began to have doubts about life.

【etc. . .Why am I in the mimicry training area again? 】

Cao Bailu looked at the mimetic training area that appeared in front of him again, and began to wonder whether his excellent sense of direction had been eaten up by Bai Yujing. . .

This is already the third time. . .

Just when Cao Bailu didn't believe in evil and was about to embark on the road of searching again, he suddenly felt a heat in his fingers.

Cao Bailu looked down at his finger, and it was the pure white ring that Qian Daoliu gave him that was hot.

"Hey boy, can you hear me?"

A refined and easy-going voice appeared in Cao Bailu's ears out of thin air.

"Yes! Master Qian! I'm lost! Please help!" Cao Bailu anxiously shouted towards the ring.

This is called, as if you are very familiar with the other party.

However, with the support of that non-existent family, it would be unnatural if he didn't show some generosity here.

"Don't worry, what's the rush..." Qian Daoliu let out a lazy hache, "I expected it a long time ago, just follow the shining part of the ring I gave you, and that's it."

"Come on you! Thank you very much!"

"I'll come to play chess with you later," Qian Daoliu's voice no longer came from the ring, these were the last words.

"Yes!" Cao Bailu responded.

Cao Bailu ran in the direction where the pure white ring was shining, and after a while, he arrived at the field where the golden generation was conducting actual combat training.

It was an empty competition arena, with more than a dozen teachers sitting under the stage and instructing, while the students were training on the competition arena.

Apart from the three old acquaintances Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, there were also three new faces from the original novel on stage.

Two women and one man were Li Qingran whom Cao Bailu knew, and two characters he didn't know at all.

Before Cao Bailu even took a breath, he was called over by the instructor at the side.

[When was the last time I was scolded by Mr. . . 】

【Nearly 20 years ago. . . 】

[My old face. . . 】

Cao Bailu complained in his heart, but walked towards the instructor with a very honest body.

The instructor of the golden generation, surnamed Xu, is a bad old man who likes to drink.

His stature is extremely short, his nose is big and fat with rosacea, and his silver hair drags his shoulders to the floor, and he is extremely chic.

Of course, the cultivation base is also very qualified.

He is a peak Contra of level 89, and has already stepped into the door of Title Douluo with one foot.

"Stinky boy! Are you the student the pope let in through the back door?" Xu Zixian pointed at Cao Bailu's nose and cursed.

"I don't care who you are or what background your family has. When you come to me, you have to listen to me. Do you understand?"

"I'll put my ugly words up front. Even if you are the one who was let in by the pope, if you don't follow my rules, I'll tell you to leave immediately. No one can keep you!"

"Damn it, you dared to be late to my class on the first day, who the hell gave you the courage?"

"I am elegant and easy-going Xu Zixian, you are so angry! The fire is not that big!"

"You now! Immediately! Find me a member of the golden generation for combat training immediately. If you lose, you won't even think about going to the cafeteria to receive food this week!"

The teacher named Xu Zixian called Cao Bailu to the front and back, and began to curse furiously.

The saliva in his mouth was flying all over the place, if Cao Bailu hadn't deliberately moved his body back, Cao Bailu might not have to wash his face tonight.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Teacher Xu Zixian pointed to Cao Bailu, one of the two members of the golden generation that he didn't know. He was a handsome Confucian scholar with the appearance of a scholar.

"It's him! If you can't beat him, just pack up and leave!"

"Damn it, you dare to be late for my class? Why are you late on the first fucking day? I'll be late for your mother!"

Cao Bailu had already ignored Xu Zixian's eloquence, after all, he made mistakes first.

He nodded, bowed to express his apology, then turned and walked towards the stage.

Sword unsheathed.

When the wind blew up, the boy's huge cuffs were blown rattlingly.

Bai Yujing has already taken shape.

The boy finally held the sword.

(End of this chapter)