Douluo's holy sword

Guanshan City Hotel.

"Hey, what do you think about what I told you before?" the middle-aged man with some white hair on his temples asked in a low voice.

"Which one?" The unshaven companion asked casually, staring at the dancing girl.

"Good boy, this girl is so good!" Licking his lips, the soul master, who was already in his thirties and no longer young, but his desire was no less than that of a young soul, had a green light in his eyes that looked like a soul beast, a ghost wolf.

Those legs are so strong! It can kill someone!

I can play for a year!

The middle-aged man frowned, knowing that his companion was good at everything, but it was easy for menstrual bugs to get into his head.

Cursing under his breath, he knocked heavily on the wine glass in his hand.

"Ah? What did you say?" The soul master, who was thinking about how many gold soul coins he should spend to spend the night with that dancing girl, came back to his senses and asked in a panic.

"Let me ask you, how do you think about joining the Spirit Empire together?" Anger flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, although the middle-aged man didn't speak loudly, and the hotel was very noisy, but after he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hotel suddenly changed.

The dancer, who was twisting her small waist to show off her enchanting dance posture, paused for a moment, and then continued dancing as if nothing happened. However, if you observe carefully, you can see that her eyes drift to a certain table from time to time.

A well-dressed young man who was sipping wine, as if completely out of tune with the noisy and chaotic atmosphere of the hotel, stared coldly.

A somewhat rickety old man stopped chewing.

A big man no longer brags and farts with his companions...

The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something, his face changed slightly, but he hesitated for a while, but he did not choose to leave.

"Oh, you said this!" The companion suddenly stroked his messy beard that he hadn't taken care of for many days.

"Tell me, what do you think?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"This..." The companion was obviously a little confused.

"I don't think it's necessary." After a while, the companion said hesitantly.

"Although the two of us are not strong, we are still two soul kings. Even if we go to most soul master academies, we can get a good job. It's not that there are good ways. But, don't we all like restraint? ..."

Do you think he doesn't want to go to the Soul Master Academy to be a teacher and dawdle?However, even if the salary is generous, the thought of facing those twelve or thirteen-year-old kids all day makes his brain swell.

As for going to other sects...

More rules, annoying to death!

"It's not as fun as us two brothers having fun!" There was obvious reluctance in the companion's expression.

"One moment and another moment!" the middle-aged man sighed.

"Haven't you seen the current situation on the mainland?"

"Isn't it the founding of the Wuhun Palace? It's not a big deal..." The companion waved his hand, disapproving.

In his eyes, the Spirit Hall was originally no different from a principality or even an empire. Now, except that there are no branch halls in the territory of the two great empires, he doesn't think there is any change.

But what does this have to do with him?

He has long been unable to go to Wuhundian to receive subsidies!

"You..." The middle-aged man was anxious.

He knew that his companion was crazy, but he didn't know that he was so crazy!

"Didn't I explain it to you last time..."

"Forgot..." the companion said sincerely.

"Forget it, it's my fault, I shouldn't have expected you..." the middle-aged man stroked his forehead.

"Forget it, I'll say it again from the beginning, listen carefully..."

"Now, although Wuhun Palace... no, Wuhun Empire and the two major empires are in peace for the time being, but, believe me, the time for them to go to war is definitely not far away!"

"Go to war? No, it's not possible..." The companion was startled and stammered a little.

"No way? Huh! Let me tell you! Six months at the latest... No! Four months! The war will definitely start!" The middle-aged man sneered.

"What is the basis?" Fortunately, the companion is not really stupid, he asked in a deep voice.

"The Wuhun Palace has issued a statement that after April, all sects in the mainland will be invited to re-select the seven major sects!" The middle-aged man announced this big news calmly.

The atmosphere in the hotel unknowingly became a little heavier. Obviously, this news is no longer a big secret, at least, it has been spread to a certain extent.

"Isn't Wuhundian afraid of the revenge from the seven major sects?" The companion was startled.

"Of the last three sects, the Haotian Sect has avoided the world for many years, the number one sect in the world exists in name only, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect were attacked by...inexplicable forces a few years ago, and now even the sect's residence has been lost, completely shrunk to the sky Near Doucheng." After a pause somewhere, the middle-aged man continued.

"As for the next four cases..." He suddenly sneered.

"This re-election of the seven major sects, the original famous Weibi will be revoked, or maybe... it has been moved forward?"

The upper three sects and the lower four sects seem to be one, but even the upper three sects have always had a chain of contempt and comparison. Then, how do the lower four sects who have been "young brothers" know that they have not turned over to do it? What about the heart of the "master"?

"" The next four were bought? "

"At least three!"

"Leaving aside the Haotian School, the other two schools of the last three schools can't bear it!"

"This is exactly what Spirit Hall wants!"

"With the strength of their two sects alone, it is impossible to defeat the power of the Wuhun Palace, and the help of the next four sects!"

"So, they have helpers!"

"The two empires?" someone whispered.

"That's right, unless they want to just sit and wait for the soldiers of the Spirit Empire to approach the city, otherwise, they can't give up the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Therefore, naturally, there will definitely be a war between the two forces, which account for almost more than 90% of the mainland's power.

When two tigers fight, one must be injured!

So, it's time for their "%" power to make a choice!

Including these lone soul masters, as well as those small families and sects.

"We have to choose a side!" the middle-aged man said flatly.

This struggle, which is sure to affect the entire continent, is both a disaster and an opportunity.

Next, the living space of these lone soul masters will inevitably be continuously compressed, so now is the time to make a decision!

"Are you leaning toward the Spirit Empire?"

"Not bad!" The middle-aged man replied calmly.

"We are all commoner soul masters, and you also know how difficult it is for us to get to where we are today. Among them, if there were no subsidies from the Wuhun Palace when we were young, we would never be where we are today." !"

"However, those subsidies are actually issued by the Wuhun Palace, which are actually the two empires..."

"Stupid!" the middle-aged man sneered.

"Let me ask you! What is the dominant force of the two empires!"

"Royal family, no...nobility!" The companion was terrified.

"Yes, it's a nobleman!"

"So, tell me, why the nobles become the dominant force?"

"Because...the inherited martial spirit, there is a high probability that the descendants will become soul masters..." The companion's voice became smaller and smaller.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something.

"Yes, the foundation of the nobles is their martial soul and their identity as soul masters!" The middle-aged man had a strange look on his face.

It is an indisputable fact that it is easy for nobles to give birth to soul masters, but it is difficult for ordinary people!

"Then, in order to maintain their rule, what do you think they will do to us commoner soul masters?" The middle-aged man's face was not without malice.

The companion's face was extremely ugly, as if recalling something unbearable.

"Can you imagine that those noble gentlemen would use their precious property to support the growth of civilian soul masters who might threaten their status?"

"Now, there are only two choices before us!" The middle-aged man slammed the table and shouted.

"One, choose to join the Spirit Empire! After the change of dynasty, there will no longer be any noble soul masters or civilian soul masters, only soul masters!"

"Second, join the two great empires, and in the end, those nobles will cross the river and demolish the bridge, and you will get nothing in the end!"

"Oh, of course, there is a premise..." the middle-aged man sneered.

"The premise is that those noble gentlemen can really defeat the Spirit Empire, which has more than % of the soul masters in the whole continent!"

Those who win soul masters win the world!Middle-aged people are convinced of this!

On the battlefield, any Soul Lord can kill more than dozens of ordinary soldiers at will.

Of course, this does not include the kind that shoots a salvo of arrows in the distance.

And once the soul masters have a certain number according to the types of attack and defense and form legions, then they will be the absolute kings on the battlefield!

In his opinion, although this battle has not yet started, it has already come to an end.

Eighty-two open.

Spirit Empire Eight, Two Great Empires Two!

"This..." There was a slightly moved expression on the companion's face.

Obviously, the remarks of the middle-aged man really moved him.

Indeed, according to the middle-aged man, there is no need to think about it at all, the choice is obvious.

"You have to know that in the Spirit Empire, even commoner soul masters like us have enough chances to rise up! Even the popes of the past generations are not without commoner soul master backgrounds..." The middle-aged man saw that the fire was almost over, They added another fire.

Wuhun Empire is really looking for the welfare of commoner soul masters like them, what he wants to express and prove is this!

"Stupid!" Suddenly, a sneer sounded.

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch." In the corner, the stooped old man slapped his dusty knee and said with a low smile.

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head.

The young man, neatly dressed and with a special temperament, was looking at him coldly.

"The Wuhun Empire's wolfish ambitions are clearly revealed, but you still whitewash them like this..." The young man had a mocking expression.

"I'm afraid they gave you a lot of benefits, right?" The young man stared at the middle-aged man closely.

The middle-aged man's face couldn't help but darken a little.

Because the friends who used to be acquainted in Wuhundian did promise him a lot of benefits...

"Do you think there is something wrong with what the Spirit Empire did?" The middle-aged man stood up and took two steps towards the young man.

"Still speaking for the two great empires? Hehe, don't forget, you are no longer the Baron Xielin of the Heaven Dou Empire! Molin!"

The middle-aged man retorted.

He added a little more force to the words "Baron Xie Lin". Obviously, he was reminding others that this commoner soul master like them was different.

As if sensing the sudden change of gazes around him, the young man Mo Lin couldn't help clenching his fists tightly with his lowered hands.

Obviously, the words of the middle-aged man touched the pain in his heart.

"I'm not defending the two empires, I'm just stating a fact!" Mo Lin growled.

"Wuhundian establishes itself as a country, just to fight for the hegemony of the mainland! To seek the well-being of commoner soul masters? This is to let... nonsense! It's just a personal thing!"

"Do you think that if the Spirit Empire succeeds, you will have a chance to be in the top position? Ridiculous!"

Mo Lin glanced around at many people who had interested looks in their eyes.

"The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon!" Mo Lin said firmly.

"Not to mention, this is not a dragon slayer at all, it is a tiger devouring a dragon!"

At best, it's just a different person ruling, and the situation of other people at the bottom will not change in any way.

Even if there is, it will only be worse!

I also don't think about it, those high-level executives of the Wuhun Empire, when they really reach that position, how can they not be reluctant to leave.

I hope that my family and descendants will continue to prosper, it is doomed that what they will do in the future will not be much different from those nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire!

Change of dynasty?This is not a real solution to the problem at all!

Such a war will not gain anything except sorrow, remorse, and endless pain!

"Jie Jie Jie, I think this is an opportunity." In the corner, the old man stood up and said with a strange smile.

"I don't care about what their intentions are, right or wrong."

"I only know that if the two empires win, then I will definitely not have a chance."

"On the other hand, if the Spirit Empire wins, even if it does eventually develop to the point you mentioned, at least I still have a chance!"

Even if the chances are slim, even if this is just a chestnut out of the fire.

But, on the other hand, this is also seeking wealth and wealth!

After all, there will be some people going up the river to change their destiny. Thousands of horses and horses will be on the single-plank bridge. It depends on who is lucky enough!

"Old thing..." The young man gritted his teeth firmly.

"What's the matter? Let's go together?" The old man didn't care about the young man's hateful eyes, but looked at the middle-aged man.

"can!"

"Take me one!"

"I am coming too!"

"Oh, count me in!"

All of a sudden, voices rang out in the hotel one after another.

The young man's face became increasingly ugly.

However, the general trend is that with his strength, it is difficult to deal with that middle-aged man, let alone so many people in front of him now?

"Hello! Excuse me, can I move a seat?" A tired voice came from the door.

Originally, it was just such an ordinary voice, so it wouldn't attract much attention.

But, strangely, everyone's eyes looked at the past in unison.

In front of the door, a handsome man wearing a somewhat torn cloak smiled.

"Can I have a glass of wine, please? Oh, and some food by the way, I really can't hold on..."