The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 2 Xiao Mingyao, the final attack control

"Ah, finally... finished!"

Wang Xiaoming was tired and slumped on the chair, with no strength left.

At this time, the kitchen was steaming hot, and the hands of the clock on the wall indicated that there was less than half a minute left before the originally stipulated two hours.

"Boy, that's not bad, it's actually finished." Gu Rong came to Wang Xiaoming's side in an instant, with a slightly surprised tone.

They thought it was impossible for Wang Xiaoming to finish it, so they prepared the food for the dinner early, and it didn't matter whether Wang Xiaoming finished it or not, but now the fifty pots were clearly presented in front of his eyes.

"Boy, come with me." Gu Rong stretched out his hand to touch Wang Xiaoming's shoulder.

A gushing stream of cool energy instantly turned the meridians of the whole body like a gushing stream, and Wang Xiaoming's energy and spirit immediately returned to the original state.

Just as Wang Xiaoming was amazed by the changes in his body, Gu Rong used his powerful soul power to sweep around for a week, and when the soul power dissipated, there was nothing left in the kitchen.

……

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect holds a banquet, which can be said to be full of gongs and drums, and huge crowds of people.

"I haven't seen many of the dishes today?" an old man from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect asked strangely.

The dishes on the table are obviously different from those at the previous banquet, so which one should I say...

The old man looked around first, but no one looked at the old man, good time!

The old man picked up a piece of moderately thin meat with his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth with lightning speed.

Fat but not greasy, thin but not sticky, it greatly satisfies the taste buds.

"Junior, come here." A gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man, seeing the person who delivered the food, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Ah, you called me?" Wang Xiaoming, who was forced to wear the costume of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, was taken aback when he heard this, and turned to look at the old man.

"Yes, yes, it's you, junior." Wang Xiaoming relaxed his vigilance by the familiarity of the old man.

"Let me ask you, who cooked this table?" The old man pointed to the dishes on the table, and Wang Xiaoming immediately understood.

"I made the dishes on this table." Wang Xiaoming folded his arms and raised his eyebrows.

The old man glanced at Wang Xiaoming, snorted coldly with disdain, and waved him away.

Seeing the old man like this, Wang Xiaoming said angrily, "Do you look down on him?"

The old man shook his head, looked Wang Xiaoming up and down, and shook his head again.

"Boy, I don't know which big family you belong to, but with your cultivation level, I'm afraid it's all piled up with medicine." The old man was so proud that the beard on his chin flew up.

"So, is there anyone stronger than me?" Wang Xiaoming was not angry, and asked back instead.

"That is……"

"Grandpa Orange!"

A crisp sound resounded, and a young man not much older than Wang Xiaoming appeared.

"Look, this is my most proud personal disciple. Like you, he is at the fortieth level." The old man's face was full of smug smiles.

"Oh, I really haven't seen a peer who can beat me twice." Wang Xiaoming said eccentrically, and at the same time tilted his head towards the boy, signaling a fight.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die, Xiao Li, teach him a lesson, not everyone can enter our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

The boy named Xiao Li nodded, and then challenged Wang Xiaoming.

"Then let's play with you." Wang Xiaoming picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

……

"Whose child is this, why are you fighting?"

"The one over there is the proud disciple of Mr. Ju, and I have never seen the other one."

At the banquet, there are often fights, which are usually used by the elders to show off the younger ones.

And Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong and Chen Xin, who was the top power of the sect, sat on the highest table, and could see the entire audience at a glance.

"That person is not..." Ning Fengzhi frowned when he saw Wang Xiaoming.

Then he turned to look at Gu Rong beside him, as if he was questioning him.

Gu Rong smiled and transmitted the incident to them through his soul power.

"So that pepper is..."

Chen Xin looked at Ning Rongrong who was holding a jar of pepper not far away as a treasure, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"This kid is really too arrogant." Although Ning Fengzhi cursed, there was no disgust on his face.

The two people facing each other on the field looked a little relaxed. On the one hand, the young man surnamed Li thought that Wang Xiaoming's strength was false, and on the other hand, Wang Xiaoming thought that no one at the same level could compete with him.

The old man Ju was acting as the referee, and saw the old man waved his hand, his body flickered, and he left the field, and there was a curfew for the whole audience.

The battle has already begun, and almost everyone is looking forward to this battle. For them, it doesn't matter who wins, only the fighting process is what they want to see most.

The two stared at each other closely, with momentum like a rainbow, across the space, constantly impacting the barriers of their hearts.

After a long time, the young man surnamed Li took a step back. After all, he was slightly inferior.

The young man surnamed Li also knew that Wang Xiaoming's strength was definitely not as weak as the mouse that Grandpa Ju said, but like a fierce tiger, extremely ferocious.

The young man surnamed Li released his martial soul directly, opened his right hand, and a sword nearly two meters long with black flames stood upright in the palm of his hand.

Three circles of spirit rings appeared above the blade of the sword and fell one by one. It was no surprise that yellow, yellow and purple were the best combination of spirit rings.

As soon as he landed, there was a wind under the boy's feet, and he rushed towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming smiled lightly, and walked towards the young man surnamed Li at the same time, his waist began to twist slightly, looking very arrogant.

I don't know when the white Emperor Qi driver appeared in his hand, and he put it on his waist, and the belt stretched out from one side of the driver, and went around Wang Xiaoming to the other side.

Wang Xiaoming took out the card engraved with the emperor's riding pattern from the card box at his waist while walking, and at the same time opened the driver with one hand.

Immediately after that, the card was thrown into the card slot of the drive accurately.

"Henshin!"

Wang Xiaoming swept his hands, and nine phantoms of the same height appeared, with different marks on their chests.

"KamenRide! Decade!"

As the sound sounded, the nine phantoms overlapped with Wang Xiaoming, and at the same time, nine magenta cards flew towards Wang Xiaoming's head.

The yellow light flashed, the whole body was dyed magenta, a large cross appeared on the left chest, and the breath of destruction radiated from the whole body.

Kamen Rider Emperor Riding on!

"what is that?"

Not only the young man surnamed Li, but also the audience who watched the battle were all shocked by the appearance of the imperial cavalry.

"It's really a strange martial soul." Old Ju was the first to speak out, everyone knew it, and after a while, he regained his composure.

After all, the world is so big, there are thousands of different spirits, and no one will be surprised by the strangeness of spirits.

At this time, the distance between the young man surnamed Li and Wang Xiaoming was only one step.

The young man surnamed Li swung his sword first, and when he swung, the flame suddenly increased. Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously pulled out the Kahe sword to block the blow.

"The first soul skill, Fire Slash!" The boy's first soul ring surnamed Li flickered, and the strength instantly increased a lot, forcing Wang Xiaoming to retreat.

Wang Xiaoming used the technique of unloading force to consume the thrust, and said mockingly, "Is this all you have?"

"That's not enough." As he said, Wang Xiaoming tapped the corner of the card in his hand, and the next second, the card was thrown into the driver.

"Attack Ride Slash! (Attack Ride Slash)"

With the sound, the young man surnamed Li suddenly flew back, until the old man appeared, the young man surnamed Li barely stopped, leaned over and coughed vigorously.

The young man surnamed Li looked up and saw Wang Xiaoming was still swinging his sword.

"This is the real slash, you are far behind." Wang Xiaoming shook his head, looking down on the embarrassed young man.

"Damn it!" The young man surnamed Li recalled the blow just now. If Wang Xiaoming hadn't been merciful, he would have been decapitated.

"Xiao Li, calm down, don't get carried away by anger!" Old Ju reminded behind him.

"Yes." The young man surnamed Li took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

At this time, Gu Rong's voice reached everyone's ears through the enhancement of his soul power.

"This battle is very interesting, so I will add a reward. The winner can follow me to the Star Dou Forest to obtain the fourth soul ring."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked instantly.

A Titled Douluo followed to hunt the soul beasts, not to mention the quality of the obtained soul ring, as long as the titled Douluo had helped him, his status would definitely rise as quickly as if he had boarded a rocket.

"As soon as this statement came out, the audience was shocked instantly.

"Xiao Li, you can't miss this opportunity." Old Ju's eyes lit up, he patted the boy on the shoulder, and instructed.

The young man surnamed Li nodded and attacked Wang Xiaoming again.

"Second soul skill, fierce attack."

Flame burst out suddenly, wrapping around the sword like a giant dragon.

"The third soul skill, Demon Sword Skyfire!"

The flames turned pitch black and looked very impressive.

The soul power of the young man surnamed Li gathered on the sword visibly with the naked eye, and everyone could see that he wanted to determine the outcome with one move.

Old Ju shook his head lightly, but he also agreed with Xiao Li's approach. After that blow, Xiao Li obviously understood that head-to-head is not enough. If one blow kills, he still has hope of winning.

"One blow, just what I want!" Wang Xiaoming also saw the meaning of the young man surnamed Li, and his eyes gradually became dignified.

"Final Attack Ride Decade! (Final Attack Ride Decade)"

(End of this chapter)