Douluo against the sky lottery system

"Rongrong, it's still the same question, do you believe what I say?" Bai Xu said seriously.

"Except for the one just now, I can believe you. After all, my father has worked hard for more than ten years to break through this defect, but without any results."

"But this is what I want you to believe in me!"

"Ah——! Are you still making fun of me?"

"No, Rongrong, haven't you, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Spirit Master, ever made any exceptions?"

"Let's put it this way... it really does exist. I heard from my father that the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit can evolve and eventually turn into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda. However, these are just legends and cannot be trusted."

"Rongrong, then I promise you that I will definitely make your Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda evolve into a Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, even stronger."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll wait." Ning Rongrong smiled.

That night.

After Zhao Wuji finished cleaning up his affairs for the day, he lowered his head and looked at the scar on his body. He couldn't help but feel a little sullen and, of course, a little embarrassed.

I think back then I was also a well-known figure in the soul master circle, and I managed to gain the title of Fudo Myōō by relying on my own abilities, but now I am being beaten by a group of brats who have not even reached the level of the Soul Sect. Suddenly, the gap in my heart is still a bit big.

But Zhao Wuji was still very satisfied with the performance of this group of brats, especially Bai Xu and Tang San. One was like a loach, entangled himself tightly, and finally hung himself up in a daze, while the other directly used force. The soul fusion skill opened a hole in his chest. Such a student is worth teaching. It is best to pay back the debt bit by bit during the teaching process.

Zhao Wuji, who was in a complicated mood, was just about to take a rest when he heard a very small but clear voice calling his name.

"Zhao Wuji!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Wuji's expression froze on the spot. You must know that as a level 76 soul saint, he is a high-level existence in the entire Douluo Continent soul master world, and his soul power is already powerful enough to be able to control his body. A wonderful aura is formed around the body, and the sound of falling leaves within a hundred meters around the body can be clearly distinguished.

At this time, he did not feel that there was anyone around him, and the voice pierced directly into his ears, making it sound like he was talking in his ears.This kind of strength has made Zhao Wu extremely vigilant. He did not recognize this voice, but he was sure that the strength of the person coming was definitely not inferior to him.

"Who?"

Zhao Wuji was also a person who had created a bad reputation in the soul master world. Although he knew that the person coming was extremely powerful, he was also fearless and would not be frightened by such a small voice.

"Come out to me!"

The voice changed from calm to an angry roar.

Zhao Wuji jumped down from the window and activated his martial spirit immediately. The light of seven yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black soul rings lit up the night around Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji walked forward along the sound, being cautious along the way. His alertness was at its peak. The once dignified Prince Fudo was now so cautious that others would laugh at him regularly when they saw him.

Zhao Wuji followed the voice and gradually left the academy and came to a small forest.

"Come out. I know you're here."

Zhao Wuji operates his soul power to the extreme and is always ready to deal with emergencies.

A figure gradually appeared in the woods in front of Zhao Wuji. When this person walked in front of Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji was already stunned. This person had an immortal spirit, floating out of the dust, with a sharp sword at his feet and long snow-white hair. , dressed in simple white clothes and with a majestic face, Zhao Wuji felt a kind of terrifying pressure.

"Who is your Excellency?" Zhao Wuji asked carefully. His first feeling was that this person must have some relationship with Bai Xu. After all, they both have white clothes and white hair, and a sharp sword...

The man smiled contemptuously and fell from the sword. There was a surge of soul power. The sword instantly emitted a dazzling light. Nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black appeared in sequence. Zhao Wuji's face was on the spot. It got dark.

"My name is Chenxin!"

Sword Dao Chen Xin, an existence that everyone in the soul master world of Douluo Continent knows, is titled Douluo, and is titled "Sword".

"Your Majesty Sword Douluo, I wonder why you are looking for me, Zhao Wuji?" Zhao Wuji was a little panicked.

"It's nothing, it's just that you seemed... very unfriendly to our little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect today!"

"This……"

"I have nothing else to do here. I just want to vent my anger on Rongrong."

After Chen Xin said that, he flew up with a kick. Zhao Wuji was kicked out on the spot. Chen Xin jumped up to catch up and punched Zhao Wuji in the abdomen. Finally, he slapped Zhao Wuji on the face.

Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, not daring to breathe, while Chen Xin clapped his hands, "Three moves have passed, Zhao Wuji, remember, I, the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect, am not here to punish you."

Watching Sword Douluo Yujian leave, Flanders, who was hiding in the woods, also flew out. Zhao Wuji saw Flanders looking at him with a smirk on his face, and wished he could slap him on the spot.

"Okay, Lao Zhao, let's go back." Flanders was about to pull Zhao Wuji back when another voice sounded from behind him.

"Zhao Wuji, stop!"

The two hurriedly turned around to look, only to see a sturdy man wearing a black robe.

With a smile on his face, Flanders stepped forward and asked, "May I ask your surname?"

"You don't need to know, I'm only looking for Zhao Wuji." Before the black-robed man finished speaking, a huge black-gold hammer appeared in his hand. Nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black and red rose up. Wuji's heart was broken. What kind of evil had he done? He had just been beaten by a titled Douluo, and not long after, another one came.

"Your Majesty Haotian, I wonder where Zhao Wuji offended you?" Flanders said respectfully.

"Huh, if you beat the younger one, the older one will naturally come forward to seek justice for the younger one."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji still didn't understand that this Haotian Douluo Tang Hao came to help Tang San because of what happened during the day... Zhao Wuji was a little confused now, whether he had stabbed a Titled Douluo in his nest. …

"I don't need my martial spirit to fight you. It only lasts for one stick of incense."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao walked in front of Zhao Wuji. The plot was the same as that of Sword Douluo. He was punched, kicked and slapped in the mouth. In the span of a stick of incense, he screamed like a slaughtering pig. Never stopped.

In the end, Tang Hao left with satisfaction. Zhao Wuji had already been beaten into a pig's head, which really made him look fat.

"Old Zhao, what's going on with you today? So many titled Douluo come to see you? You have a lot of face." Flanders said with a smile.

Zhao Wuji could only accept his fate with a bitter look on his face. After all, he couldn't afford to offend anyone. Tang San and Xiao Wu were protected by Haotian Douluo, Bai Xu and Ning Rongrong were protected by the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and Zhu Zhuqing might not have someone behind him. What kind of boss... When Zhao Wuji thought of this, he had no choice but to accept his fate.