Douluo's God of Death is coming

Blue Whale Restaurant

The people who were watching the joke just now became much quieter.

"What's going on with this martial spirit?"

"Why do I feel so stressed when I don't even have a soul ring!"

"The flame seems to be very hot!"

"This boy is quite interesting!"

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Many people felt the pressure from that huge death scythe.

Xiao Di took two steps forward, and the sickle dragged behind him scratched the wooden floor, and a ravine was directly burned on the floor.

The breeze gently blew through Xiao Di's silver hair, and her originally cute milky white face was now filled with endless anger. There seemed to be a faint flame in the dark eyes, a terrifying flame.

"You little bastard, you don't even have a soul ring and you dare to act so arrogant here!"

A clerk said, directly picked up a stool from the side and threw it towards Xiao Di.

"Go to hell, little bastard!"

Facing the oncoming bench, Xiaodi didn't panic at all. He quickly swung the huge two-meter-long scythe behind him and slashed directly towards the bench.

After a month of almost crazy practice, Xiao Di's physical fitness has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The target of the leaves is very small, and his probability of hitting it is usually very low, but the bench in front of him is indeed easy to hit, and the bench is definitely not as tough as the huge trees in the forest.

"Break me!"

Xiaodi shouted, and the sickle split the bench in front of him into two.

"what!"

The clerk was startled by the sharp blow and fell to the ground, still holding the two sections of the bench with both hands.

The sharp blade just now was only two centimeters away from his face, and the tip of his nose could already feel the temperature of the black flame attached to the sickle.

"Boss, someone is causing trouble!"

The clerk was so panicked that he kicked back a few steps on the ground, then sat up and ran back, presumably to fetch reinforcements!

Tang Hao, who had just sat firmly on the second floor, was always paying attention to Xiao Di downstairs, because he was ready to rescue Xiao Di at any time.

At first, Tang Hao just thought that this little guy had a lot of backbone, but he never expected that this little guy had not only backbone, but also strength.

The simple act of waving a sickle is nothing to outsiders, because no one can see it clearly.

But who is Tang Hao? The youngest titled Douluo in the world.

He was very surprised by Xiao Di's swing.

There is no other reason, just because this knife is fast enough and accurate enough!

Originally, the stool that the clerk moved first hit Xiao Di, but Xiao Di's sickle came first and cut the stool in front of him in two.

The key point was that Tang Hao felt it. Xiaodi, who could have killed someone with one knife, stopped the knife the moment it hit the bench. Otherwise, the clerk would have been like the bench, split in two!

He is still a kind-hearted little guy!

This little guy is really getting more and more interesting!

Old Jack was still shocked by Xiao Di's strength just now. After all, Xiao Di pulled him behind him in one fell swoop. When did Xiao Di have such strength!

Now Old Jack was once again shocked by Xiao Di's strength. Xiao Di's left hand still held him tightly, protecting him behind him.

"Xiao Di, your body?!"

All the collapse that Old Jack had just now disappeared at this moment, because Xiaodi, his most important person, actually got really well, and even looked like a powerful soul master!

"Grandpa, from today on, I will work hard to become a soul master, or even a soul saint, so that the name of our holy soul village can be heard throughout this continent!"

Although Xiao Di's hands are small and delicate, they are very powerful when holding Old Jack. With the support of soul power, his strength has long been comparable to that of an adult, or even stronger.

"Grandpa, how can grandpa be so virtuous and capable..."

Old Jack didn't know what to say at this moment. He had really experienced so much on this day that his heart really couldn't bear it now.

The panic when queuing into town because of the fear of being late.

The warehouse manager didn't blame me when I was late, and was a little bit happy at the time.

Anger at the front desk taunts.

There is also the state of mind that almost collapsed when I just took the first step.

But when he saw Xiaodi being so powerful, he really felt like he had returned to heaven from hell.

He had known for a long time that Xiao Di was an angel, and it seemed that he was here to save him. As for me, I really have no virtue and ability to be Xiao Di's grandfather.

"You two bumpkins, do you know what kind of place this is? You dare to run wild here? You're really impatient, aren't you?"

A pot-bellied man wearing a white chef's uniform walked out from behind, and behind him was the clerk who had just been frightened by Xiao Di.

"You brat, let me show you the power of a real soul master!"

The pot-bellied chef suddenly stamped his foot, and a chef's knife appeared in his hand. The knife was more than thirty centimeters long. It was a typical knife used to cut sashimi. The blade was long and slender, and it didn't look intimidating at all.

A white soul ring slowly appeared under his feet. There is only one soul ring, and this soul ring is only ten or several decades old.

Xiao Di didn't take it seriously at all. The first soul rings he came into contact with in Douluo Continent were all hundreds of years old.

This fat man only has a ten-year soul ring and he still has the nerve to show off. The fat man's soul power may not be much higher than the tenth level. After all, the soul master is the rarest and most noble profession in Douluo Continent.

"Rubbish!"

Xiaodi uttered two words lightly.

He even mentally compared his martial spirit with Fatty's martial spirit. At least his scythe was ten times the size of the chef's knife.

"Boy, court death!"

The pot-bellied chef stabbed Xiao Di directly.

"Flame Knife!"

After Big Belly said this, a burst of yellow flame suddenly burned on his chef's knife. At this moment, he was like holding a torch and rushing toward Xiao Di.

"ridiculous!"

Xiao Di looked at the pitiful flames and the short martial spirit. Without any courtesy, he directly swung the huge death sickle and slashed at the pot-bellied chef.

Xiao Di didn't even move. He looked at the oncoming chef's knife, which gradually turned into a falling leaf in his eyes. All he had to do was hit it.

boom--

When the blades faced each other, strong winds blew around them.

The black flames and yellow flames intertwined crazily, shaking violently.

The huge scythe pressed directly on the head of the pot-bellied chef. At this time, his chef's knife could only be used to block Xiao Di's slash.

But the black flame actually began to engulf the yellow flame on the chef's knife.

thump—

The pot-bellied chef was a little out of breath under the pressure of the Death Scythe, and he knelt directly on the ground. The key was that his soul power could not withstand the black flames at all. His first soul skill, the Flame Knife, seemed to be in front of the black flames. A joke, not only that, how can this small body have so much power.

In other words, such a heavy and huge scythe was actually swung back and forth by this child with one hand.

Since he was able to summon the martial spirit, Xiao Di felt that he was completely a normal person without the restraint of the martial spirit on his body.

That kind of fun can stimulate Xiaodi's desire to fight.

Obviously the pot-bellied chef is no match for Xiao Di.

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Di still has no intention of killing anyone. After all, he is still a Chinese man at heart. He just needs to scare these people.

So, Xiao Di kicked Fatty directly in the chest.

boom--

The pot-bellied chef rolled twice and hit the table behind him.

Xiao Di's wheeled Death Scythe was thrown behind him again, the blade shining with a cold light.

"You, you, wait, dare to act wild in Blue Whale, you will not get out alive today!"

The fat man stood up tremblingly, pointing the knife at Xiao Di in his right hand, and the words in his mouth lost the toughness they had just before.

On the second floor, another pair of people began to pay attention to the farce downstairs.

Two people are very special, a little girl who looks only seven or eight years old, and a middle-aged man who looks almost fifty years old.

But it was obvious that when the middle-aged man looked at the little girl, his eyes were more filled with awe.

"Do you think he is qualified to be a member of my brigade?"

The little girl said quietly and calmly.

"Miss, his martial spirit is indeed very good, but his physical foundation is very poor!"

The middle-aged man didn't give any ideas, just his own opinions.

"But don't you think he's good-looking!?"

The little girl suddenly said something.

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The middle-aged man curled his lips, what he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and his thinking suddenly felt a little messy.

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