The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 9 Call Me Brother Ming

Zhao Wou-ki looked back, as Wang Xiaoming said, the original stick of incense has turned into a puddle of ashes now.

Zhao Wou-ki blushed a little bit, he had nowhere to vent his anger, and said angrily: "You're lucky, kid!"

Dai Mubai, who was watching the battle, looked at Zhao Wuji whose face was covered in blood, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Oscar, Oscar, come quickly, you have a business."

"Where is the business, where is the business?" Oscar's special voice came from far and near.

"Where is the business?" Oscar's eyes glowed, showing how much he wanted to do business.

Dai Mubai said a few words to Oscar, Oscar was overjoyed, "Five copper soul coins for one, don't forget to pay me at the end."

Then he recited a strange soul mantra: "I have a big sausage."

Immediately, a steaming fresh grilled sausage came out... people.

Knowing how powerful Oscar's martial spirit is, Wang Xiaoming took it unceremoniously, but the others were not seriously injured, and he was very disgusted with Oscar's soul curse, so he declined Oscar.

Wang Xiaoming consumed a lot of soul power in the battle just now. While maintaining the transformation of the mask control, he also has to focus on two purposes to control the mechanical tornado. The current soul power is empty.

Wang Xiaoming, who transformed into an imperial rider, automatically canceled his transformation, well, there is not a single drop left.

Wang Xiaoming quickly swallowed a sausage in one gulp, it was fragrant and glutinous, and he had already eaten it before he could taste it carefully.

A stream of clear spring burst out from the fountain of soul power, and Wang Xiaoming's face became rosy immediately.

"Give me a few more." Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand towards Oscar, as if he was carrying out the principle of taking it.

Oscar was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, and chanted the soul-moving spell, and then three sausages appeared in his hand.

"Big brother, look at your taste, let's get to know you, my name is Oscar, what's your name?" Oscar is a "repeat customer" who doesn't dislike his soul curse when he meets a stranger for the first time, and who will come again immediately after eating. .

"My name is Wang Xiaoming, and I'm a passing Kamen Rider." After eating three sausages, Wang Xiaoming's soul power recovered by half, and he couldn't help but marvel at the strength of Oscar's martial soul.

"A Kamen Rider passing by? He's so handsome!" Oscar's eyes lit up when he heard that. Although he didn't know what a Kamen Rider was, he was so handsome.

"Oscar, come here, give me a sausage and a sausage each." Zhao Wou-ki shouted hesitantly, his original voice was completely lost.

Oscar was thinking about how to make himself a profile as handsome as Wang Xiaoming, when he heard Zhao Wou-ki's words, he blinked his peach eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you come to our Shrek Academy and still know my name?" Oscar stared at the blood-stained Zao Wou-Ki with his unique peach blossom eyes, with puzzled doubts on his face.

"Asshole, do you want to be punished? I'm Zhao Wou-ki." Hearing Oscar's words, Zhao Wou-ki almost couldn't breathe, and almost spit out blood.

Oscar also understood what was going on, and silently handed over the sausages and sausages.

Zhao Wuji snatched the intestine from Oscar's hand and swallowed it whole, his complexion immediately improved a lot.

"Mr. Zhao, have we passed the test?" Ning Rongrong, who was standing beside Zhao Wou-ki, pointed behind Zhao Wou-ki and asked him.

Zhao Wou-ki snorted angrily: "Forget you."

Turning around to leave, I remembered something again, and said back: "Boy, you are very strong, but don't be too arrogant, you know, you are young and vigorous!"

"But can a young man be called a young man if he is not aggressive?" Zhao Wou-ki was speechless as Wang Xiaoming retorted.

"Mubai, you are responsible for letting these five new students move in."

After leaving these words, Zhao Wuji turned around and left.

"You are the most genius person I have ever seen." After Zhao Wuji left, Tang San walked to Wang Xiaoming's side.

In the battle just now, Tang San clearly felt Wang Xiaoming's combat strength, and also understood that the distance between them was like a cliff, difficult to surpass.

"Genius? I feel like I like demons more." Wang Xiaoming recalled that before, someone called him a genius, but unfortunately, that person died in the life-and-death battle.

"Devil?" Tang San's face instantly became strange. Since ancient times, demons have always represented evil. How could anyone want the title of demon.

"Don't worry about these details, everyone performed very well in the battle just now." Wang Xiaoming said to everyone.

"No, none of us can help." Zhu Zhuqing shook his head.

Originally Wang Xiaoming was in charge of support, but he became the main force because they were too weak.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said nothing more.

……

The room in the dormitory is not big, about a dozen square meters, and there are three beddings inside.

Tang San was meditating, Oscar was drawing circles on the spot, still muttering, and Wang Xiaoming was lying on the bed just waking up.

After Wang Xiaoming woke up, he looked at the strange Oscar and slowly approached him, only listening to his chanting.

"Why didn't I, why did I..."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, patted Oscar on the shoulder, and comforted him: "You will meet your destiny one day."

It's just that the person of fate has changed.

"Ah? Oh, thank you, Brother Wang." Oscar's face instantly returned to a smile.

Oscar also learned from Tang San that Wang Xiaoming was the Soul Sect, and then called Wang Xiaoming Brother Wang just like Tang San did.

"Uh..." Wang Xiaoming scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard the bearded Oscar calling himself that.

"You guys should still call me Brother Xiaoming."

Brother Wang really didn't like it.

Tang San received his power at this time, frowned, and shook his head, "Brother Xiaoming, I found that your strength is not normal, it stands to reason that even if it is a top-level martial spirit, it is impossible to reach the soul sect with that kind of strength, this does not meet Ten core competitiveness theories."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming shook his head, and said sternly, "Little San, not all soul masters are suitable for the top ten core competencies, and the masters have not broken through level [-], so they are not convincing at all."

"You know the master?" Tang San also knew that the fault of the master's theory was the master himself, so he was not angry, but was surprised that Wang Xiaoming knew the master.

"Well, theory No. 1..." Wang Xiaoming's eyes gradually became darker, "but it's just a theory."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, the room suddenly fell into embarrassment, and he didn't know what to say face to face.

At this time, Oscar's opening broke the deadlock.

"Hey, we will be roommates from now on. How about getting to know each other first? Let me introduce myself. I am Oscar, a level 29 weapon soul master, Wuhun: Sausage. I will be given the nickname Sausage Monopoly. You can call me Sausage Monopoly Oscar. You can call me Xiao Ao directly."

Tang San smiled, and said: "Isn't it Uncle Big Sausage?"

"Bah, bah, what a big sausage uncle. I'll shave off my beard tomorrow. I'll show you my handsome, suave, graceful side..." Oscar quickly explained, while looking at Tang San with a slightly displeased look. same.

The corners of Wang Xiaoming's mouth rose slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became soothing.

(End of this chapter)