Douluo Zhibo Madara

Ban Tou didn't look back, and strode out of the armor shop.

He knew that no one would chase him from behind, because no one would dare to chase him.

Madara activated the second soul ring and obtained the battle armor of his previous life. It can be said to be a double blessing, and he felt unusually happy.

So Madara walked on the street, looking at the scenery on the street.

But it seems that God doesn't want to let Madara's side be peaceful, one thing after another happens one after another.

There was a leisurely young man wearing sunglasses, holding a cage in his hand, containing a red furry pet, huddled up and unable to tell what it was.

This young man seemed to be just out for a walk. He looked very leisurely and leisurely, but his eyes were constantly looking around under the cover of sunglasses.

When he saw Madara wandering around, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he leaned over calmly.

After a while, he was very close to Madara. The young man bumped forward hard, as if he accidentally didn't see Madara.

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry," Sunglasses Neng pushed up his sunglasses and apologized repeatedly to Ban who bumped into him.

"Take it out." Madara's eyes turned cold, and he tightly grasped the sunglasses man's wrist with one hand, and shouted coldly.

The man in sunglasses looked a little stunned, pretending not to know what was being said and asked: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Really looking for death

Madara cast his cold gaze over, making the man in sunglasses feel a little stiff all over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A few more people who were obviously helpers gathered around, trying to put pressure on Madara.

This place is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes. In the past, a few of them formed a gang and stole other people's property around. Once they missed it, they would swarm them and let others break their teeth and swallow them.

However, Madara is not a soft persimmon, and they misjudged Madara's strength.

Several other people surrounded Madara and even started pushing him.

But no matter how hard he tried, Madara was as motionless as an old pine tree.

Madara felt that these little bugs were too annoying, so he suddenly burst out with his soul power and chakra.

Unexpectedly, those few people were thrown out and fell to the ground like rags. They couldn't get up for a long time.

Only the man in sunglasses, whose arm was grabbed by Madara, could barely stand still.

"Grandpa, I was wrong." The man in sunglasses knew that his group had hit an iron plate. His legs immediately softened and he knelt on the ground to beg for mercy. He didn't even care that his sunglasses fell to the ground.

Madara patted his clothes in disgust, as if there was something dirty. The group of people just made his clothes dirty.

No matter where you go, there will always be some garbage that obviously can't dance but insists on being an eyesore.

Madara lowered his head and looked down at the man in sunglasses who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. His cold eyes made him shudder.

Madara found his own gold soul coin from his body, and then began to take care of the garbage.

Madara kicked out hard, and the man in sunglasses flew out like a kite with a broken string, vomiting blood, and hit the door of the store, lying quietly on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Ouch!" The cage that the man in sunglasses dropped on the ground rolled over to Madara's feet. After Madara stopped it with his feet, the little thing inside screamed loudly.

Madara didn't look carefully just now, but now he can clearly see what is in the cage.

It turned out to be a fiery red fox, and what was even more peculiar was that it had nine tails, and it looked really cute.

Others may be fooled by the little fox's cuteness, but the cunning in his eyes has never escaped Madara's eyes.

"Interesting" Madara lifted the cage and teased the little guy.

For some reason, Madara stared at this little guy. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, as if he had seen a big fox in his previous life.

"Quick, quick, right in front." A burst of noise came from a distance.

Those guys who had been taught a lesson by Madara, when they heard this sound, they jumped up from the ground like mice when they saw the cat, and ran out without looking back.

Madara didn't stop him, thinking that if he really killed them with such garbage, he would dirty his hands.

A thin, shirtless soul master saw the cage in Madara's hand and couldn't help but wave a sledgehammer that was disproportionate to his body size. He rushed and shouted: "Little thief, I will let you know about my Pan Chui." sharp"

Madara frowned slightly, jumped back slightly, and easily dodged the sledgehammer of the second-level soul master named Pan Chui.

Then Madara's toes gently touched the sledgehammer hitting the ground, and his body pressed down slightly.

Pan Zhui didn't expect that Ban could dodge his attack so easily. He quickly tried to get his hammer back, but found that he couldn't pull anything.

"Martial spirit removes the possessed spirit." Spray Hammer's brain was not too stupid, so he immediately released the controlled spirit, stepped back a few steps, and then summoned it again.

"Yeah, give me a blow." The first soul ring behind Pan Zhui flashed, and it was obvious that he had used traces to kill Ban Ban.

Clay figures also have three points of fire energy, not to mention Madara, who is called Shura.

Anyone who is beaten indiscriminately will not be in a good mood.

"Strong strike" Pan Zhui roared, the sledgehammer in his hand suddenly doubled in size, looking extremely majestic.

But does it really work?

Madara pulled out the scythe with one hand, and under Pan Zhui's disbelieving gaze, he easily resisted the blow.

It's not Madara's style not to fight back when he's beaten.

Madara raised his eyebrows and slowly increased the strength in his hand, lifting the sledgehammer bit by bit.

"It's my turn." Ban raised his foot and kicked Pan Zhui in the stomach, sending him flying out.

Pan Zhui never thought that a person who didn't even show his martial spirit would have such tyrannical strength.

After all, Pan Zhui was a soul master, and he was not as fragile as the man in sunglasses before, but he still stood up with a disgraced look.

Pan Zhui yelled and wanted to rush forward to challenge Madara, but was stopped by the voice from behind.

"Hammer, stop it!" A huge rough hand with heavy calluses pressed on Pan Zhui's shoulder, causing the hammer to stop immediately.

Pan Zhui just turned his head to see who had such courage, but found a tall, muscular, bearded middle-aged man standing behind him. He immediately said in surprise: "Captain, you are finally here."

Pan Zhui was so cruel just now. When he saw the bearded man again, he disappeared. Instead, he looked like a bullied child and complained to his parents: "It's him. Look, the fox that was snatched away is still in his hands." "

Unexpectedly, the bearded man with copper bell-sized eyes glared fiercely, slapped him on the head with a slap the size of a cattail leaf fan, and yelled: "Why don't you yell, get back!"

"Ao" Pan Zhui rubbed his head aggrievedly and followed the bearded man dejectedly.

The bearded man laughed, stretched out his palm, and greeted in a very friendly manner: "Brother, what do you call me?"