Douluo's opening with a bird

About an hour later, Kong Wanqing finally ended his practice, but Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun still hadn't returned.

Kong Wanqing slowly frowned as he glanced at the full moon reaching its zenith.

It was evening when Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun went out, but it's almost midnight now, why haven't they come back yet?

Even if I was attracted by something, I should have come back to this point.

As for the danger, Kong Wanqing wasn't too worried.

Because the Blood-cutting Talisman, which is connected to his mind, has not sensed a threat so far, it means that they are relatively safe at this time.

Forget it, let's go look for it in case they run into any trouble.

Thinking of this, Kong Wanqing stood up, followed the connection between him and the talisman, and rushed in the direction of Zhu Zhuqing.

"Hey, let me down quickly. I'm giving you one last warning. If you don't let me down, I'll take it."

"Call your master to beat me to the ground." The middle-aged man sitting next to the locust tree adjusted the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, then scratched his ears with his fingers: "Okay, that's it. You've said it a dozen times and no one has come.

I've already asked, but no one in this village knows when you got a soul master as your master. "

"You" The person who was tied up with a rope and hung on a locust tree branch was Ma Hongjun, who had a somewhat round figure. He blushed, but for a while he couldn't say anything to refute.

After all, he had never told anyone that Kong Wanqing, who seemed to be about the same age as him, was actually his master.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses twitched the corner of his mouth: "I, what's wrong with me?"

"" Ma Hongjun turned his face away from that shoehorned face that needed a beating. He frowned and said, "Anyway, if you don't let me down today, Fatty, you will be dead."

Zhu Zhuqing, who had his hands and feet tied up, sat under the locust tree and looked at the middle-aged man with glasses. He wondered why this man, who seemed so fierce, only tied them up and didn't touch a finger of theirs.

I carefully thought about it several times in my mind, and after confirming that I had never seen this person before, I said in confusion: "Uncle, we have no enmity with you, and you have no intention of killing, so why are you tying us up?"

"No grievance and no enmity is better than no grievance and no enmity." The middle-aged man with glasses curled his lips and said angrily: "If you use fire to burn me, you can also call me no grievance and no enmity. The holes in my pants will not agree."

Ma Hongjun choked and whispered, "Aren't you okay with this?"

The middle-aged man with glasses rolled his eyes: "Of course I'm fine, but are you guys in trouble? It's okay, just hang on."

"Uncle, we didn't do it on purpose." Zhu Zhuqing explained with a frown: "The fat man just saw you giving candy to the children in the village, uncle, and letting them go with you. He thought you were a human trafficker who abducted children, and he was in a hurry. "

The "Human Trafficker" middle-aged man with glasses stiffened his expression, and like a bolt from the blue, his head went blank for a moment.

He, his majestic soul saint, Flanders, the famous four-eyed owl on the mainland, was actually beaten up by two little brats one day as a human trafficker. This, this

If Zhao Wuji, that wicked guy, found out about this, he would have to laugh at him for a whole year.

"I" Flanders smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "I just saw that they were old and wanted to take them to the Wuhun Awakening before the Wuhun Hall."

Hey, what are these things?

Flanders once again greeted Zhao Wuji's family in his heart.

If it hadn't been for this guy's bad idea and those few coppers who were trying to awaken the martial soul for others, would he have been regarded as a human trafficker by these two brats?

This is simply a stain on his career as a soul master.

Ah, I'm so angry, you bastard Zhao Wuji, I'm going to beat you up when I get back.

Zao Wuji, who was far away in another city, suddenly sneezed and scratched the back of his head for no apparent reason: "What's going on? Could it be that damn profiteer from Flanders who is secretly scolding me behind my back?"

Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun looked at each other, and they both saw suspicion in each other's eyes.

"I'm telling you, you don't understand either." Flanders sighed, raised his hand and waved his energy towards Ma Hongjun, while silently comforting himself in his heart.

They are just two brats, they don't know anything, there is no need to be angry with them.

He wanted to vent his anger and beat Zhao Wuji slowly when he got back.

"Ding"

However, as soon as the energy approached Ma Hongjun, it was blocked by a red light, and the three of them were stunned.

After Flanders saw clearly that the red light turned out to be a short knife, his brows trembled: "What the hell is this?"

Why does the knife move on its own?

The dark red knife buzzed, and then shot towards Flanders at a speed that could hardly be caught by the naked eye.

"Ah Qing" Zhu Zhuqing came back to his senses, his eyes full of joy: "It's Ah Qing, Ah Qing is here."

"Ah, Master." Ma Hongjun was completely absent-minded. He turned his head left and right in confusion, but only saw darkness and nothing else: "Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

The Talisman Blade was extremely sharp and extremely fast, forcing Flanders to release his martial spirit possession to shoot it down.

"Master, okay?" Ma Hongjun turned his head and saw the soul ring lighting up around Flanders. He almost stared out his eyes. He bit his tongue twice before finishing the sentence: "Seven or seven."

The Talisman knife that fell on the ground trembled, then flickered again and returned to the hands of Kong Wanqing, who had just arrived.

When Kong Wanqing arrived, he happened to see Flanders raising his hand to attack Ma Hongjun. At that moment, he could be said to be frightened and angry. He subconsciously commanded his talisman knife from the air to block the attack with great difficulty.

The snow-colored light on Kong Wanqing's body was particularly obvious in the dark night, and his speed was so fast that it almost drew a snow-colored line in the night sky.

The moment Kong Wanqing landed opposite Flanders, Flanders could clearly feel the temperature in the air suddenly dropping, and even the surrounding vegetation had a layer of white frost.

Flanders was startled and frowned slowly.

Visions of heaven and earth

Where does this kid come from?

Suddenly, Kong Wanqing raised the hand holding the talisman knife behind his back, and the red sword flashed.

Danger

Flanders' spiritual sense jumped, and he subconsciously released his soul protection, putting himself on full alert.

However, that flash of sword did not attack Flanders, but returned to Kong Wanqing's hands after Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing turned around.

The sword flashed, and the ropes on Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun were shattered.

"Ah" Ma Hongjun screamed and fell from the tree.

Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, didn't even look at Ma Hongjun who fell to the ground. All his attention never left from the moment Kong Wanqing appeared.

Because she noticed that the rising aura on Kong Wanqing's body was unreasonable.

Could it be

Ma Hongjun grinned and rubbed his butt, walked to Zhu Zhuqing, and said with confusion on his face: "Sister Zhuqing, didn't you say that the master has no soul power for the time being? What's going on?"

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer Ma Hongjun's question. He just shouted at Kong Wanqing: "Ah Qing, we are fine. Please don't open the seal. If you open the seal again, you will die."

When Kong Wanqing heard this, his momentum paused for a moment, but it did not subside immediately. The red mark between his eyebrows remained in a state of disappearing and appearing: "Why did fellow Taoist attack this young disciple?"

Taoist disciple

Damn it, these are some old-fashioned secondary titles.

Flanders looked at Kong Wanqing with a strange expression. After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to behave like a child and explained: "I didn't intend to touch the two of them. I just planned to cut the rope and let the little fat man down."

Kong Wanqing turned his head to look at Ma Hongjun, as if he would take action if Ma Hongjun denied him.

Ma Hongjun, who was still confused, didn't quite hear what they were saying, and he didn't know what the "open seal" Zhu Zhuqing was talking about was about, and why Kong Wanqing would die if he opened the seal.

But he could still feel the tense tension in the air.

At that moment, the terrifying number of soul rings on Flanders appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously gave in: "Master, we are really fine, don't open the seal."

The red mark that almost disappeared between Kong Wanqing's eyebrows gradually recovered, the extremely condensed momentum around him disappeared, and the temperature in the air quickly recovered: "I misunderstood."

"" Flanders waved his hands and said nothing, just sighed and sat back on the stone bench under the locust tree.

What kind of thing is this happening every day?

First, he was regarded as a human trafficker by two brats, and then he almost got into a fight with another brat.

What he couldn't accept even more was that this little kid with red and white hair actually gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

Haha, it’s fake, it must be an illusion

How old is this little kid? He's probably eleven or twelve years old.

Even if he can't see through his soul power level for some unknown reason, the people who can make him feel threatened are without exception veteran soul masters above the soul saint level. This kid can't be a soul saint no matter how you look at it.

But what’s going on in Huaishu Village? Is it a soil and water problem?

Why are these little brats more talented than the other?

It shouldn’t be. There are basically few other people in the village with innate soul power above level three. Why?

Just when Flanders was puzzled, Kong Wanqing had already learned what happened from Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

The dignified soul saint was actually regarded as a child trafficker by Ma Hongjun, and was even set on fire with a hole in his pants.

He felt aggrieved for Flanders.

Kong Wanqing glanced at Ma Hongjun: "Fat man, you really burned my pants."

"Ah" Ma Hongjun scratched the back of his head, his mind was filled with Flanders' exposed flowery underwear, and he quickly stopped thinking: "Yes."

"" Kong Wanqing glanced at Flanders sitting on the other side and sighed sincerely: "This uncle has a good temper. He just tied you up and didn't even beat you."

Ma Hongjun said aggrievedly: "Master, you still want me to be beaten, right?"

Kong Wanqing smiled: "That's not what I meant."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Flanders: "Fat man, we were at fault in this matter. We attacked others without asking clearly about the situation."

"Ugh," Ma Hongjun pouted, "I burned his pants, and he tied me up, it should be even."

Zhu Zhuqing thought for a while: "I think we should go and apologize to them."

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth and said dejectedly: "Okay, okay, just apologize, let's go together."

Kong Wanqing didn't say anything when he heard that they were going to apologize to Flender. He neither agreed nor stopped him. He just stood up and followed them silently.

Before Flanders could finish listening, he raised his hand to signal them to stop, and said helplessly: "Okay, I don't have the same experience as you, so there's no need to apologize. Just use your brain more the next time you act like a hero."

"Yeah." Ma Hongjun felt a little embarrassed after hearing what Flanders said: "How about this, uncle, come back with us and I'll help you mend your pants."

Flanders originally wanted to refuse subconsciously, but he thought of something and nodded in agreement.