Douluo: Wielding Nine Tails, Making the World Feel Pain

Barak Kingdom, Soto City, Rose Hotel.

Just by hearing the name, you know that this is a different hotel, especially the decoration around the hotel. It's really too ambiguous. Anyone with a little bit of experience can see how extraordinary this hotel is.

Bang——

In the hotel lobby, a medium-sized muffled thunder sounded.

At first glance, he saw a burly and majestic blond man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing platinum clothes and with a resolute face. He squatted on the ground, his eyes with heterochromatic pupils looking straight ahead, very seriously.

He stood up slightly, patted the clothes on his body with his palms, and said calmly: Very good, I haven't encountered an opponent like you for a long time. As long as you can beat me, I will apologize to you, and the room will be considered as my replacement. You rented it.

Oh, I'll be here then. Thanks in advance.

Standing in front of the blond man was a man who was 1.7 meters tall with short black hair. His face was not too prominent, but he looked very easy-going. Wearing a blue outfit, he looked at the man with different eyes in front of him with a pair of black eyes, and spoke indifferently.

Obviously in his eyes, he will definitely win this battle.

Tang San, let me come, let me come, I must teach this guy a lesson!

During the conversation between the two, there was a clear sound, but some very urgent and violent voices broke in.

The speaker is a woman who is a little short in height and blue, but has an unusual face.

The woman looked about twelve years old, and her face was a bit immature, but she had a pink face and a pair of big watery eyes. Not only is it beautiful, it also gives people a delicate feeling. The word cute seems to be tailor-made for the other person.

It's a pity that such a lovely woman is very, very irritable when she talks.

Looking at the other party's high-spirited appearance, it is obvious that he is still a militant and combative person, which is a bit incompatible with cuteness.

When Tang San heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face: Don't worry, Xiao Wu, I will definitely win.

Yes, they were Tang San and Xiao Wu who came to Soto City from Notting College.

Time has passed and it has been six years since the two awakened their martial souls. They have completed their studies and left Notting Junior Soul Master Academy and came here.

I don't want you to win. It's the most interesting thing if I beat that guy myself, okay?

Seeing Tang San like this, Xiao Wu couldn't help curling her lips and muttering in her heart: This guy Tang San is really boring. He doesn't let me fight every time he comes out.

Every time Tang San stopped him from fighting, Xiao Wu felt like he was bored out of his mind.

She clearly remembers that she could fight anytime and anywhere before. When did she become restricted?

Oh, I remembered it.

Ever since that guy Ling Yun left, he has never had a good fight.

By the way, where did that guy go?

It has been two years since Ling Yun left, and the other party promised that he would send some news back.

As a result, there has been no news at all for two years. Even the dean has not received any news from Ling Yun.

It's not that he hasn't gone out to inquire, but there is no news at all in Fasino Province. He also asked his friends to search together, but in the end, there is no news at all from the Tiandou Empire.

It seems...it's like Ling Yun has never appeared before.

These news once made Dean Lingnuo very hurt, and he could hardly eat well in the past two years.

How should I put it, in the words of Wang Sheng and others, he was just like Ling Yun before awakening his martial soul, very gloomy and scary.

Xiao Wu's heart was pounding, but Tang San and the blond man opposite him made no move.

Oh, so your name is Tang San, very good.

When the blond man heard this, he couldn't help but take a step forward.

At this moment, the soul power in his body was instantly released towards the outside world.

White Tiger, possessed!

Roar--

The always majestic white tiger with black stripes appeared. It looked up to the sky and let out a roar, then stood behind the blond man. The pair of strange-colored beast eyes were exactly the same as those on Dai Mubai's eyes, obviously they came to the same goal through different paths.

As three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, were drilled out one after another, the soul master level strength was undoubtedly revealed.

Dai Mubai, Martial Spirit White Tiger, Level 36 Attack System Third Ring War Spirit Master, please give me your advice.

Dai Mubai stretched out his right hand and hooked Tang San, already making a declaration of battle.

Tang San naturally knew the rules of the spirit master world. A strange blue silver grass emerged from his right hand, followed closely by two light yellow spirit rings.

Tang San, Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass, level 29 control system second-level battle spirit master, please give me some advice.

He stood there calmly, looking like a gentleman.

Oh, your martial spirit is actually Blue Silver Grass? Can Blue Silver Grass be cultivated so fast?

Looking at the martial spirit in Tang San's hand, Dai Mubai was very surprised.

Obviously he didn't expect that Tang San, who knocked him away when he faced him, would be a useless martial spirit like Lan Yincao.

In particular, the other party looked young, even younger than himself.

In the end, he was able to cultivate to level 29 with a useless martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass?

Not only Dai Mubai, but also everyone watching around looked at Tang San with shocked, puzzled, and surprised eyes.

Naturally, Tang San wouldn't be unaware of the gazes of the people around him.

In this regard, Tang San simply explained: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters.

Okay, just say this to you, I, Dai Mubai, approve of you!

Not to mention anything else, just this sentence made Dai Mubai admire the young man in front of him very much.

He is a stranger, younger than himself, yet so powerful.

Dai Mubai already had some guesses in his mind, which made him very looking forward to it.

Hearing Dai Mubai's praise, Tang San looked at him differently and couldn't help but say more: I have to say, your eyes remind me of a friend of mine.

Oh, I wonder if that friend, where he is, also has strange eyes like mine?

He was born with strange eyes, one of the only ones in the Douluo Continent for hundreds of years. He had some vague expectations for the person Tang San was talking about.

Shaking his head, Tang San sighed slightly: I don't know, there was no news about him two years ago, otherwise his strength should be about the same as you.

That's such a shame.

Dai Mubai felt a little regretful, then raised his head and looked directly at him: Tang San, you are very popular with me. I won't bully you, I don't need the third soul ring.

For soul masters, if the soul rings are one level apart, their strength will vary greatly.

Especially for a span of a hundred years or a thousand years, there is no need to talk about strength.

Thank you, but I advise you, it's best to show your strength.

Tang San refused.

Dai Mubai thought that he had been watched all over, and couldn't help snorting: Brother Tang San, you are too confident!

As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Mubai stepped out and jumped towards Tang San.

Outside the Rose Hotel.

A slim woman wearing a black leather coat was observing all of this. She was not someone.

It was Zhu Zhuqing who came all the way from the Star Luo Empire.

She had already discovered Dai Mubai a long time ago, but she did not take any other action and was just observing from the outside world.

She wanted to see what kind of strength this most powerful genius in the Star Luo Empire had now.

In a tea shed not far away, a man wearing a black old cloak was holding tea in his hand, but his eyes were looking into the Rose Hotel.

It seems that Xiaosan has practiced quite well in the past six years.

The man in the cloak is none other than Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

But after observing for a moment, he suddenly turned his head away as if he noticed something.

At first glance, apart from the pedestrians coming and going, there is nothing special.

This made Tang Hao frown, wondering if it was an illusion just now, so he continued to observe his son's sparring.

In a pastry shop.

A black-haired man wearing a gray-blue robe was eating a very delicate and tempting pastry in his hand.

As if he noticed that the sight behind him had disappeared, Ling Yun quietly turned his head and took a look, and then he breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief.

It was so dangerous. I didn't expect to meet that guy now. I really forgot to read the almanac when I went out...

I said, can you put down the pastry in your hand?

While he was talking to himself, a nice, crisp, soft voice sounded from the side...