Douluo: Become stronger from capturing the goddess

Chapter 127
These people in the Blacksmiths Association are also hard bones, even if the Wuhundian wants to gnaw it down, it will be difficult.

"But the coming of the Wuhundian people now may be an opportunity!"

An idea suddenly popped up in Lin Fan's mind.

"Zhao Si, I advise you to show some respect to our president!"

The blacksmiths couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed to the leader of the Wuhun Palace.

"Ouch? It's just a stinky blacksmith, and he's showing up today?!"

"Tell you, Spirit Hall sent me here to persuade you with good words. If you are not sensible, don't cry when the soldiers approach the city!"

Looking at the sour faces of many blacksmiths, Zhao Si's face was full of complacency!
With the status of Wuhundian deacon, no one dares to do anything to him!
Of course, this group of blacksmiths didn't have that ability either!
"It's true that there are dogs from Wuhundian everywhere!"

Zhao Si was taken aback by the sudden sound from the side, and then a killing intent appeared on his face!
"Which blind person dares to insult Wuhun Palace, seek death!"

He turned his head and stared at Lin Fan coldly, but when he saw Ning Rongrong next to Lin Fan, the expression on Zhao Si's face froze!
In such a blacksmith association of such a large group of smelly men, Ning Rongrong is like a lotus flower in the mud, independent of the world, especially her big eyes, which are as bright as the sun, moon and stars!
Beads of sweat appeared on the white skin, slowly sliding down!

Because of the high temperature here, the small face also has an attractive pink color!
Seeing this scene, Zhao Si suddenly felt his mouth dry and couldn't help but licked his lips!

But when he saw Lin Fan and Ning Rongrong holding hands tightly, his complexion changed a bit!
"Boy, if you give me this little girl, I don't have to pursue the matter you said so badly just now!"

"Otherwise, today I promise you won't be able to get out of here!"

At the same time as the voice fell, there was a wave of soul power above Zhao Si's body, and 5 soul rings appeared under his feet!
He is actually a level 50 soul king!

"Oh? It's not impossible to let her go with you, the premise is that you have to live to enjoy it!"

Lin Fan stretched out his hand to wrap around Ning Rongrong's waist, and said with a smile!

I thought that after releasing his soul ring, he would directly scare Lin Fan into the urine. After all, although this guy is handsome, he is not yet 15 years old, and even a soul master can only have a cultivation base of more than 30 levels at most!
But I didn't expect that Lin Fan still didn't change his face, and instead threatened him!

"court death!"

As the deacon of the Wuhun Temple, no one would give him Zhao Si some face, but he didn't expect a teenage boy to be so rampant in front of him!

Zhao Si has already made up his mind, first slap this kid to death, and then take this beautiful girl back and enjoy it!

"careful!"

The blacksmith next to him hurriedly spoke out to remind him!

Seeing Zhao Si rushing over, Lin Fan didn't even look at him, he snorted coldly, and then flew up and kicked Zhao Si in the chest!
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Zhao Si's whole body was like a kite with a broken string, and his body quickly flew backwards, and at the same time, there was a sound of bones breaking!

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Zhao Si's body was kicked by Lin Fan into the huge stove next to him!

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a scalp-numbing scream, and flames burst into flames in the stove, and the flames directly engulfed his body!
"Zhao Si, dead!?"

The blacksmiths who witnessed all this were all stunned!

The temperature in the furnace was thousands of degrees, even if they wanted to save it, it would be too late!
What shocked them even more was that this teenage boy in front of him actually kicked Zhao Si away who had activated his martial spirit and spirit ring. How terrifying is this guy's true strength!
"Run away..."

After being stunned for a few seconds, the two little servants beside Zhao Si came to their senses and scrambled and ran out!
Facing the two people who were fleeing, Lin Fan did not stop him in any way!

"what happened!?"

At this moment, a figure came down from the stairs on the 2nd floor, with a medium build, handsome face and fair skin!

In stark contrast to the dark-skinned blacksmiths here, this guy is not like a member of the Blacksmiths Association, but more like a white-faced scholar!
"Master Silong!"

The blacksmiths stepped forward to salute one after another.

"This little brother came to find Mr. Lou Gao, but just now, Zhao Si from Wuhun Palace came to find fault with him, and then Zhao Si was beaten to death!"

The blacksmith looked a bit complicated, and told the general situation.

"What? Zhao Si is dead!?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man named Silong looked a little dignified!
Zhao Si is the deacon of Wuhundian, although he has always been domineering, but even if he sees him, he has to be courteous!
But I didn't expect Zhao Si to die in the territory of the blacksmith association now, then this matter will become a big deal!

The death of a deacon is a trivial matter, but it is a major event to slap the Hall of Five Souls in the face!

"The person is dead, what about the corpse!?"

Si Long asked anxiously.

"Over there... I guess it's all turned into ashes..."

The blacksmith pointed to the stove next to him.

hiss!
Hearing this, Silong couldn't help taking a breath, and then looked at Lin Fan in disbelief!
This boy looked like he was only in his teens, but he was able to kill Zhao Si, who was a strong soul king!
More importantly, if this matter gets to the ears of Wuhundian, the entire Blacksmiths Association will face annihilation!

"All of you, forget what happened just now, and the news cannot be leaked!"

Silong gave the order with a serious face.

"Lord Silong...I'm afraid it's too late. Although Zhao Si is dead, the two dogs who followed him ran away!"

"The news may have reached the Spirit Hall by now!"

The blacksmith said with an ugly expression.

"what!?"

After hearing this, Silong's expression became extremely serious!
It took him a long time to calm down his emotions, took a deep breath, and then turned his gaze to Lin Fan beside him.

"Come with me."

Lin Fan nodded, and went up to the second floor with Ning Rongrong, and Silong led them into a room alone.

"My name is Silong. Lou Gao, the master craftsman, is my teacher. I don't know what you call my little brother? What do you want from my teacher?!"

"Just call me Lin Fan. She is Ning Rongrong, the young patriarch of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School. I am here on behalf of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School this time, and I want the Blacksmith Association to join us."

Lin Fan said directly.

"I didn't expect little brother Lin Fan to have such a deep city at such a young age!"

After Lin Fan said the purpose of this trip, Silong said with a gloomy expression.

"Oh? Brother Silong, I don't know what you're talking about!"

(End of this chapter)