Douluo's sapphire flow

Chapter 292 Gambling

Yang Wudi's eyes were fixed, and his sharp eyes swept across the faces of Niu Gao, Tai Tan and Bai He, and said coldly: "Old orangutan, old white bird. You also joined that Tang Sect."

Tai Tan looked at Liu Zixuan full of doubts, just now Tang San just told him that no matter what Liu Zixuan said or did later, they don't need to speak.

Just watch quietly, Liu Zixuan said: "Elder Tai Tan indeed led the Li Zhi Clan to join the Tang Sect. As for the Min Zhi Clan's senior Bai He, he has something to say first."

"We need to wait for the Broken Clan to join the Tang Sect before they join the Tang Sect..."

Yang Wudi's eyes fixed on Liu Zixuan, and the aura of a powerful Contra rushed towards Liu Zixuan wave after wave.

But Yang Wudi found that Liu Zixuan didn't react at all to his oppressive aura, and couldn't perceive whether Liu Zixuan's aura was strong or weak.

After a while Yang Wudi sneered and said: "Hahaha Tang Sect, Liu Zixuan is such a Tang Sect Liu Zixuan, you are so sure that I will join Tang Sect..."

"Of course. Because you can't refuse my offer and the convenience that our Tang Sect can provide to the Pozhi clan."

This time Yang Wudi was really amused by Liu Zixuan, first he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and then his soul power burst out with all his strength.

With a wave of his hand, he took out a pitch-black long spear, and eight soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and four black, emerged from the spear.

Yang Wudi roared angrily: "That's what kind of conditions you can offer, conditions that I can't refuse..."

Tang San secretly gave Liu Zixuan a thumbs-up, and Yang Wudi lost his mind in a few words.

Liu Zixuan stood up with a smile and activated his soul power, six soul rings, one red, two purple, three black, emerged from the top of his head.

The left and right hands hold the sapphire Liuqin and the ink stone knife at the same time, Liu Zixuan smiled and said: "It's very simple. As long as you can defeat me, I will join your broken clan..."

"I think with my twin martial souls and my 20-year-old 67-level soul power aptitude, joining your Po Zhi clan will not insult your family style."

Yang Wudi's anger was suddenly overwhelmed by Liu Zixuan's words, and he stared at the soul ring slowly moving under Liu Zixuan's feet.

After seeing the color of the first soul ring clearly, my heart was shocked again. The 10-year soul ring, twin martial souls, and 20-year-old soul power of level 67.

If he didn't say that he saw Yang Wudi with his own eyes, he would never believe that there would be such a monster in the world. Yang Wudi was stunned by what Liu Zixuan showed.

The usual wisdom has turned into clouds at this moment, I just remember that Liu Zixuan said that if he can win, Liu Zixuan will join their broken clan.

Seriously, Yang Wudi really couldn't refuse Liu Zixuan's offer. If such an amazingly talented monster joins the clan, as long as the clan is properly cultivated, it will have a top titled Douluo comparable to the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Under the care of a powerful Titled Douluo, the Broken Clan may not only be prosperous, but they can live freely without any problem.

Thinking of this, Yang Wudi said loudly: "Okay, let's make a deal," Liu Zixuan shook his head secretly in his heart.

Self-willed people have never considered the consequences of their failure, or they never thought that they would fail.

But Liu Zixuan still opened his mouth and said: "Senior, I still haven't said a word. I am a little embarrassed by your promise like this."

"Why are you scared?" Yang Wudi said coldly, the anger bursting out of his heart.

Liu Zixuan hurriedly said: "No, no, I just said that if I lose, I will join the Pozhi Clan, but if you lose, senior, your Pozhi Clan will join our Tang Sect."

"I hope seniors will think about it clearly, don't lose to me and then deny it..."

Yang Wudi gave Liu Zixuan a look of contempt in his heart, and said inwardly: The Contra of my majestic clan will lose to a kid with a soul power of level 67, although your talent is unparalleled in the world.

However, there is still a difference in the cultivation level of Soul Sage between Soul Emperor and Soul Douluo. This is not a natural barrier that can be made up by talent.

Yang Wudi waved the long spear in his hand and said, "Don't think about it. Boy, you are ready to join my broken clan."

Tai Tan and Niu Gao looked at each other and saw a thick playful smile in each other's eyes, Yang Wudi was about to suffer a big somersault this time.

Liu Zixuan's soul power was indeed only level 67, but Hu Yanzhen, whose soul power reached level 89, was killed by Liu Zixuan cleanly.

Compared with Hu Yanzhen, Yang Wudi's defense was not a little bit worse. Although the attack power was high, the defense power was too low.

Don't forget that besides that super attack power, Liu Zixuan also has a speed that makes even Bai He bow down.

Liu Zixuan also knew that there was no need to talk about this with Yang Wudi now, so he turned his head to look at Tai Tan and Niu Gao and said, "Elder Tai Tan, Elder Niu Gao, and Senior Bai He. I'll invite the three of you to witness this."

Tai Tan suppressed the smile in his heart and said: "Don't worry, Old Po Gun doesn't have a good temper, but he has never done anything to renege on his promise and get fat."

Niu Gao and Bai He also nodded in agreement, Liu Zixuan gave Tang San a vague look.

Tang San gave Liu Zixuan an admiring look, looked at Yang Wudi and said, "Then senior, this bet is considered to be established."

Yang Wudi snorted and said, "Of course. You are the future hope of our Pozhi clan. I can't bear to hurt you..."

Liu Zixuan took back the sapphire Liuqin and ink stone knife, and then took out the flute form holding the spirit bone outside and said: "Senior Yang Wudi, please give me a friendly reminder."

"Geniuses are called geniuses because they can do unreasonable things like defeating the strong with the weak. So don't take it lightly."

"I don't need you to remind me. For me, every time I fight a soul, I will go all out for Yang Wudi, the 82-level attack-type fighting soul. Please."

When Yang Wudi's words fell, his face showed unprecedented seriousness. Seeing this, Liu Zixuan smiled slightly and said: "Liu Zixuan, Wuhun Qingyu Liuqin, Moshidao, level 67 long-distance attack weapon Soul Emperor. Please, senior."

Bai Chenxiang who was standing on the side whispered: "Isn't this Liu Zixuan a battle soul master of the agility attack department? Why is he a long-distance attack department?"

Ma Hongjun has been around Bai Chenxiang ever since he met Bai Chenxiang. At this time, Bai Chenxiang explained: "The long-distance attack department is just a pretext. Or it is impossible to say which department Xiaoxuan is a soul master. "

Bai Chenxiang looked at Ma Hongjun with a puzzled look on his face and said: "What is it that there is no way to determine? The agility attack type is the agility attack type, and the strong attack type is the strong attack type. You don't know what kind of fighting method he is good at."

Ma Hongjun took a deep look at Liu Zixuan and said, "Except for recovery, other Xiaoxuan brothers are very good at it."

Bai Chenxiang is getting more and more confused now, she has no idea what it means to be good at everything except recovery.

In fact, Liu Zixuan really couldn't provide soul power or physical recovery for other soul masters, and was very good at other things such as agility attack, strong attack, control, and healing long-range attacks.

On the other side, Liu Zixuan and Yang Wudi stood 20 meters apart. Yang Wudi saw that Liu Zixuan didn't use Qingyu Liuqin or Moshidao Wuhun.

Holding a short stick as crystal clear as suet jade in his hand, he said, "Boy, if you want to join our broken clan, you just need to say it."

"If you want to fight, use all your strength. What does it mean to take a fire stick?"

Liu Zixuan waved his flute with his right hand and played a beautiful stick flower: "Senior, you don't need to worry that my purpose is to let the Pozhi clan join the Tang Sect, and what you should worry about now is how to defeat me."

Yang Wudi yelled angrily: "Arrogance. I think you grew up smoothly and never encountered setbacks. If so, let's feel the cruelty of reality."

As Yang Wudi said, he took a step forward, stretched out the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and said, "The first soul skill, Zhen." At the moment when the yellow soul ring under Yang Wudi's feet shone, Liu Zixuan's figure stepped over him strangely. The distance of 20 meters came to four feet in front of him.

"The Shu dog barks at the sun..."

When Liu Zixuan appeared in front of Yang Wudi, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and five or six phantom green bamboos with the thickness of the mouth of a bowl and more than one meter long suddenly appeared on the ground.

The phantom green bamboo formed by Shu Goubiri's dog-beating-stick technique heavily hit Yang Wudi's abdomen and chest, although he didn't hurt Yang Wudi, it effectively stopped him from using his soul skills.

Yang Wudi was stunned and hurriedly backed away in an attempt to distance himself from Liu Zixuan. Liu Zixuan standing four feet in front of him was a very embarrassing area for him.

Using fists and feet is just outside the maximum attack range, and attacking with the soul-breaking gun happens to be the weakest attack area. For Liu Zixuan, this distance happens to be his maximum attack range.

At the moment Yang Wudi retreated quickly, Liu Zixuan hurriedly followed, ensuring that he was always within four feet of Yang Wudi.

"Pull the dog to the sky..."

"Horizontal double mastiff..."

Yang Wudi retreated and naturally had no time to attack, but the jade flute in Liu Zixuan's hand could launch a very effective attack.

It's a pity that pulling the dog to the sky didn't blow Yang Wudi upside down, and the horizontal attack on the double mastiff was also stopped by Yang Wudi with the soul-breaking gun in his hand.

The dog-beating stick method is not enough for a soul master whose soul power exceeds level 82. Now the opponent's soul power has reached level [-]. Contra seems to be even more powerless.

Thinking of this, Liu Zixuan was going to perform the dog-beating stick technique wielded by the random cloak wind hammer technique, but after trying it just now, he found that he wanted to use the random cloak wind hammer technique to perform the dog-beating stick technique.

Only the simplest and quickest move of hitting the dog's back obliquely in the dog hitting stick method can be followed, Yang Wudi had no choice but to sweep the soul-breaking gun with his hand.

"Hit the dog's back diagonally..."

Everyone felt that Liu Zixuan's right hand was superimposed with a nine-fold phantom. When the soul-breaking gun that Yang Wudi swept out was about to hit Liu Zixuan, the nine-fold phantom formed by the jade flute was also drawn on the soul-breaking gun.

(End of this chapter)