Douluo's martial soul Barrett

Just as he turned around and took two steps, Qian Daoliu's voice came from behind Han Haotian.

"Produce convincing results. If your strength cannot keep up with Xue'er's pace, I will not keep this promise."

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he hurriedly left. Although the direction was towards the Wuhun Palace, Han Haotian knew that he would definitely go to the Killing City, and it wouldn't be too long.

When he left, Qian Daoliu looked different from when he first met. The most obvious thing was his appearance and energy.

His face is much younger and he looks like he is only 40 or [-] years old. The young Sendoru looks very handsome.

"Wait and see."

Looking at Qian Daoliu's leaving figure, the corners of Han Haotian's mouth turned up slightly.

Unknowingly, he did Bibi Dong a big favor again. Thinking that he would gain the upper hand in the next confrontation with Bibi Dong, he felt very comfortable just thinking about it.

This feeling is like drinking a bottle of cold beer in the dog days of summer, feeling refreshed from head to toe.

After all, not everyone can always have the upper hand in contact with Bibi Dong.

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After bidding farewell to Qian Daoliu, Han Haotian embarked on the road back home happily.

But just two hours after walking, Han Haotian was forced to stop again.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Han Haotian stared at the group of people in front of him with vigilance and annoyance.

At this moment, in the middle of the official road, about 200 meters away from Han Haotian, a pair of people were standing with their heads raised, and four people were surrounding a carriage.

The moment they saw Han Haotian, they all stepped forward. The news revealed in their movements and eyes made Han Haotian's heart tremble again.

As if nothing happened, Han Haotian slowly moved forward.

When the distance was only 50 meters, the five people directly in front released their martial spirits.

A crow looked like a crow coming out of the netherworld, its gray-white eyes stared straight at Han Haotian, and its owner's eight soul rings were floating up and down.

A big rat with golden fur all over its body, its huge front teeth shining with a metallic luster, which makes people shudder when seen from a distance. The owner also has eight soul rings behind his back.

A strong man held a long stick as thick as an arm. There were dark golden patterns on the surface of the long stick, and there were also eight soul rings on the back.

Seeing the martial spirits of these three people, Han Haotian instantly knew the identity of the visitor.

After the failure in the Star Dou Forest, the Ao family finally found him again and used all their masters.

The only person who is qualified to have the three Contras guard him while sitting alone in the carriage is Ao Zhen, the old head of the Ao family.

"Several, what does this mean?"

Looking at the sky stick that was about to attack him, Han Haotian stopped and asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Han, it's really not easy to meet you."

Soon, an old voice came from the carriage.

After coughing twice, he continued, "Why don't you put your martial spirit away? It would be bad if you scared Young Master Han."

Hearing what Old Man Nao had said, Ming Ya and the other five people put away their martial spirits.

"I wonder what the old man wants to see me for? It seems that we have never met before, and we don't know each other, right?"

Although several people put away their martial arts, Han Haotian had no intention of relaxing at all. On the contrary, he became more alert.

Since ancient times, dogs that bite people do not bark.

"It's natural that Mr. Han doesn't know us, but we have heard about Mr. Han for a long time. Mr. Han's heroic appearance in the Soto Great Spirit Fighting Arena is unforgettable."

"Young Master Han should be familiar with Director Ao from the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena, right?"

Mr. Nao thought that Han Haotian didn't know their identities, so he said to himself.

Seeing that he was interested in acting, Han Haotian naturally wanted to accompany him, right?Respecting the elderly and loving the young is something Han Haotian has always been willing to abide by.

"We know each other. My fighting spirit was personally arranged by Director Ao, so we have a pretty good relationship."

"Then I wonder if he has ever entrusted you with anything?" After a pause, he continued, "For example, paying you to help him kill someone?"

"Killing?" Hearing the killing, Han Haotian sneered inwardly, but on the surface he was not moved at all. "I have never done anything like killing someone. Although I have participated in a soul fight, I have never participated in a soul fight where I signed a life-or-death certificate."

"Young Master Han, you don't need to answer so quickly. You can think more carefully. This will be beneficial to everyone." Ao Zhen's tone became lower and he threatened secretly.

At the same time, the surrounding atmosphere began to slowly become tense.

"Is the old man threatening me?"

If Han Haotian had encountered so many Contras surrounding him before, he would have thought carefully about his words, but now he is really fearless.

His identity is different.

"It's understandable. I hope Mr. Han can think carefully before answering. Mr. Han, don't you think the scenery in this area is very beautiful?"

The old voice revealed a deep chill, and after hearing these words, Ming Ya and others who had put away their martial spirits immediately summoned their martial spirits again.

He looked like he was ready to take action at any time.

"No, there is no, no matter how much I think about it, there is no."

Without even looking at the five men from Ming Ya, Han Haotian looked stunned.

"Then there's no need to talk." Mr. Nao's tone became cold and lifeless, and he said to Ming Ya, "Let's do it."

Upon hearing the order, Ming Ya bowed slowly to the luxury carriage behind him, and then waved in the direction of Han Haotian.

"If you don't obey me, you'll die!"

Chaotian Stick was indeed a hot-tempered man. He was the first one to swing the long stick in his hand and hit Han Haotian on the head.

"Take a look at this before you do anything!"

Facing the powerful blow from the Chaotian Stick, Han Haotian took out a token from the ring and threw it at Ming Ya and others from a distance, and then quickly dodged the blow.

"Oh!"

After a missed hit, a small crater appeared where Han Haotian originally stood.

"Good boy, it's really not easy to dodge this stick, but that's the end of it." After saying that, the second stick of the Skyward Stick hit him again.

But as soon as he started, he was stopped by Ming Ya, "Third brother, come back first."

Ming Ya's gloomy voice rang in Chaotian Stick's ears, making him stunned for a moment, then he stood up and looked behind him in confusion.

At this moment, a startled voice came from the carriage, "Are you the Pope of Wuhun Palace?"

Hearing this exclamation, everyone outside the carriage stared at Han Haotian with horror on their faces, and then put away their martial spirits.

"Mr. Ao, do you think this kind of token can be counterfeited? Or can it be stolen?"

In an instant, Han Haotian showed the aura that he should have as the Pope of Wuhun Palace, and his whole person instantly became noble, mysterious and powerful.

"Forgive me for being ignorant and offending the Pope."

After a moment of silence, the curtain of the luxury carriage was opened for the first time, and then an old figure slowly emerged from it.

At this moment, Ao Zhen felt cold and horrified in his heart.

He didn't know what went wrong. The young man opposite him, who was obviously very young, turned out to be the Pope of Wuhun Palace.

After getting off the carriage, Ao Zhen looked at Han Haotian with a complicated expression.