Douluo Soul Master's Forbidden Land

Liu Dali has walked along the way, experienced so much, and he has become a lot more mature.

As he continued to move forward, the population became less and less dense, and the distance to the barren land became closer and closer.

Once they entered the barren land, they had to rely on their own reserves to survive. Although there were supplies there, they were extremely rare and expensive.

He came to a town on the edge of the barrenness, and there were not many people here.

Because all those who spy on the wasteland, this is where they must pass.

A hill of 800 meters behind is not big, but it is lush and lush. It is a completely different world from the barren land behind it.

In the distance on the side of the hill is a tall mountain, even the faintly visible shadow of the mountain is much more magnificent than the hill in front of you.

There are countless towering ancient trees in the town. The canopy is several hundred meters wide, and the height of the canopy is 50 meters from the ground. The canopy is almost connected together, shielding the entire town from the scorching sun.

The tidy streets are covered with topaz branches and leaves on both sides, and the vegetation that does not see the sun all the year round reflects a different brilliance.

The sun is scorching on the tree, but it is like late autumn under the tree.

The shops here are not very big, as if they are all people who live here to support their families, and every household lives in peace, leaving their own space, and there is no monopoly industry.

Liu Dali already had ample reserves of supplies, but when he came to a populated place, in order to reduce the consumption of supplies, he would of course choose to eat here.

A noodle restaurant with a very simple storefront, but there is an endless stream of customers coming and going.

Liu Dali walked to the door, and the aroma of the shop emanating from the door attracted him.

This taste is not so exaggerated, nor is it so bland, it is so natural, so close to the taste buds, it arouses hunger.

There are six square tables in the room, and after Liu Dali entered, only the innermost corner has just been vacated.

On the innermost side opposite the door is a vermilion table, which is the place to order food and also the place to pay.

A middle-aged man stood there, looking at the list on the table, and greeted every guest with a smile.

When Liu Dali met his eyes, he felt that the eyes of this middle-aged man were calm and unpredictable.

"Have a bowl of noodles."

Liu Dali smiled slightly at the man, as if to say in return.

The middle-aged man nodded, and Liu Dali walked towards the empty table in that corner.

And there is a door behind the men's table, a boy in his twenties, dressed in very plain clothes, was sending noodles back and forth to everyone.

The boy's flame-like hair happened to reach the ears, and his blue eyes were somewhat deep.The bridge of the nose is tall, with edges and corners, and the slightly fair skin looks a little delicate.

He is tall and tall, and he raises his arms from time to time to wipe the sweat that is about to roll off his cheeks.

"This is your face."

After a while, the boy brought the steaming noodles to Liu Dali, which was also their respectful name for the guests. It seemed that Liu Dali was even younger than him.

He ordered the cheapest bowl of noodles, but the bowl was full enough to fill him up.

Because it was too hot, Liu Dali just took a sip.

His eyebrows widened in an instant, and he tasted the taste of his hometown.

Living in a different world, eating noodles with the same taste as his hometown at this moment, it is inevitable that he will miss his hometown.

If you have already left, you don't know what your parents are doing at this time, have you adjusted to the day when you disappeared?Are you sick?

"You must wait for me."

Liu Dali looked out the window and murmured.

And those eyes were already wet with tears, he widened his eyes a lot, trying to suck the tears back.

At the very least, don't let others see it. It's neither late at night nor in front of the bed. A man can only bear his tears.

As time passed, the guests were gradually leaving.

After the meal time, the number of people coming back gradually decreased, and one or two empty tables were vacated one after another.

"Guest officer, you haven't settled the bill yet."

The two burly men wanted to leave, but were stopped by the boy. Even so, he still smiled at each other.

What we are doing is the service industry, we must make the customers feel happy and comfortable, even a child can understand this truth.

"I'll pay you when we come back from the barren land."

One of them, with parted hair and a mole on his face, looked at him coldly, with threatening eyes.

After all, what they are asking for is a child, and there is no deterrent power to them.

"Our store has a small profit, and we don't owe money."

The boy was still reluctant to part with him, and he still waited with a smile on his face. They had encountered such things a lot, and getting angry might be counterproductive.

At this time, the middle-aged man in front of the vermilion table had already stared at the two of them.

His eyes are like torches, and the waves are calm.

"You child."

The other strong man was a little impatient, raised his hand to brush his short black hair, then turned around and kicked towards the boy.

This kick reflected the strength of the short-haired man, like the ripples created by a stone falling into the water, spreading towards the surroundings.

The pressure was also coming towards Liu Dali.

Whoa!

Liu Dali just used his concentration to resist the attack, but unexpectedly, the pressure broke the table, and the unfinished noodles fell to the ground.

He didn't show any mercy when facing a kid in his 20s.

But it seemed that the man's feet didn't touch him at all, and his body flew backward like a steel wire.

The azure blue eyes seemed to be stained red with blood, and at the same time a blood-red cloud appeared in the sky in the store, covering the entire sky above.

The blood-red cloud is not static, but hovers around the center, forming a vortex.

From the center of the vortex, a big blood-red hand sticks out.

The quality is like a rock, extremely hard, and the force seems to squeeze the air in the palm, making it twisted.

The four soul rings on his body slowly rose from under his feet, two yellow and two purple, moving up and down rhythmically.

This scene had already started when he evacuated to the rear, and it was over when he landed.

The other guests were all surprised when they saw the boy's two dazzling purple soul rings.

Most of the people who come here are soul masters, but at such an age to reach the cultivation level of the soul sect, they all feel that they are far behind.

Liu Dali was also shocked. Before, he felt that remote places were mostly places of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but today he once again confirmed his conclusion.

The huge blood-red palm in the air was crumbling, but the two strong men didn't seem to panic.

"It's just a little soul sect, how can you keep us?"

The short-haired man, with his brows furrowed tightly, and his muscular body bulged a little, became sharp and sharp, and swooped towards the boy.