Douluo's Gatanjae

"Hahaha! Xuanzi, you chatter for now, I'm leaving first!" Du Bushu slapped Huo Yuhao behind the door of Poseidon Pavilion, who looked dull, but was actually communicating with the elders in his mind.

"Don't die, our Shrek Academy is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want." At this moment, a gentle voice sounded quietly, and then, a soft golden halo suddenly released from the Poseidon Pavilion. Coming out is like the radiance of the rising sun on the sea.

The spread of soft golden light seemed to be slow but fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already rushed into the sky. A magical scene appeared. The indestructible dark green toxin and light all dispersed and disappeared in this moment, and the pressure in the sky also collapsed. .

The soft golden color not only envelopes the Poseidon Pavilion, but the entire Shrek City has also been rendered into a golden city!

"Light of Poseidon? You...are you...Dragon God Douluo?" Du Buushi looked at the golden Poseidon Pavilion below, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, especially when he saw the depths of the pavilion. When the old man on the recliner.

"Impossible! You should have died a long time ago!" After being frightened, Du Bushu became furious and shouted at Mr. Mu.

Mr. Mu said calmly: "I just saved my life by luck. All you need to know is that I am still the master of the Poseidon Pavilion. I have already accepted Huo Yuhao as a disciple, or do you think you are more qualified to teach him than me?"

Please come back. For the sake of your brother, I won’t argue with you about this matter.But if there is a next time, or your Ontology Sect uses other methods to plot against my disciple in the future, then don’t blame me for going to the Ontology Sect in person to ask for an explanation from you. "

"Disciple?" Du Buushi's anger became even more intense. He took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Dragon God Douluo, I also have to tell you that our Noumenon Sect cannot give up on this child. In terms of age, you are better than I want to be a little older, but you should know that at our age, the 300-year deadline is not far away, and our Noumenon Sect doesn’t have a successor yet.”

Elder Mu was a little surprised and said, "How could there be no inheritors? Isn't the seed of your Noumenon sect's inheritance in you?"

Du Buushi sighed and said with emotion: "There have been no new members in our sect for nearly 20 years. Moreover, do you think that anyone can inherit the seed of inheritance? Dragon God Douluo, even you You're still alive, and I don't believe that my elder brother didn't leave anything behind on you. I'm no match for you, but if you want to kill me, the price you pay will certainly not be small. I'll give you some face today..."

(Note: Wei Na is the eldest princess of the Tianhun Empire, and Wuhun is the brain and snow lotus. Don’t worry, it does not conflict with the Swan setting, and it is a lie to say that the poison is not fatal. Princess Wei Na will compete in the next competition.)

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing far away on the lake.A magnetic voice also sounded faintly the next moment, "Old friend, long time no see, isn't it good to be so aggressive?"

Coming by boat was a silver-haired old man in black robe and white shirt. His silver hair was meticulously combed and his clothes were neatly arranged. He looked like a polite old housekeeper or an old gentleman in his fifties or sixties.

He slowly paddled by and landed quietly next to Tian Wen on the lakeside. At this moment, Mr. Xuan was staring at Yan Shaozhe not far away.

"Dragon King Douluo Long Xiaoyao..." Mr. Xuan said secretly, and his expression gradually became serious.If I could have resisted a little or two at another time, now...

If the current Mr. Mu does not risk his life, he will definitely not be able to defeat Long Xiaoyao, who is also a black and white holy dragon. Mr. Xuan knows this very well. No one understands Mr. Mu's injuries better than him.

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't tell secrets. I'm here for this little guy." Long Xiaoyao pointed at Tian Wen who was lying in Ma Xiaotao's arms and said bluntly.To be honest, he also wanted to take away Ma Xiaotao, but if that was the case, Mu En would risk his life to bite off two ounces of his flesh. "Since you despise this child's darkness so much, why not hand him over with the beauty of an adult?" What about me? He is a good young man. I will accept him as my disciple and teach him everything I have learned throughout my life."

"Little girl, step aside, I can save him." He pushed Ma Xiaotao's hand away and took Tianwen's hand, holding it in front of him.Holding his shoulders with both hands, vast dark soul power rushed out in an instant. Although the quality was not as good as the ultimate darkness, it was not comparable to ordinary dark soul power.

To make an inappropriate metaphor, the cultivation of a soul master is like constantly adding iron to a finger-long knife to turn it into a giant blade that can kill gods. The difference in martial souls is like the knife. Category, some are daggers, some are machetes, and some are even pencil sharpeners, and the attribute quality is the ultimate or not, just like the sharpness of the knife. The current Tianwen is like a one or two meter long chopper that can break when blown. A saber, and Long Xiaoyao is a slightly blunt dragon-slaying sword that is 30 meters long!

"Impossible, he was born as one of my Shrek people. Even if he dies, he will die here. He will definitely not be used by evil spirits like you." Yan Shaozhe was anxious and was about to take action. This situation made him feel more and more a little bit. It's hard to get off the tiger, and this man's darkness is as unpredictable as the abyss, and he doesn't look like a good person...

Although he had heard the story of his teacher's black and white holy dragons, the dark holy dragon Long Xiaoyao had disappeared for many years. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive, so he didn't associate it with the old man in front of him.

In an instant, Yan Shaozhe was possessed by the martial soul, and a pair of magnificent and sacred white-gold wings suddenly bloomed from behind him. Nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, four black and one red, were also beating in his body. "The first one is the strongest!" , the eighth soul ring instantly lit up, the ink-colored soul ring mottled with scarlet white light surged, and a dazzling zigzag-shaped light wheel shot towards Tian Wen in front of Long Xiaoyao, seemingly trying to kill him in one fell swoop. 's head.

"The eighth soul skill, evil-breaking light wheel!!"

Effect: Locking skill, locks an opponent and shoots a refined light wheel containing eight sharp serrations at him. If the opponent has dark attributes, the power increases by 70%.

Long Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, and his right palm suddenly stretched out, grabbing the light wheel directly.Upon closer inspection, you can see that the black dragon scales on his arms are lined up one after another, forming an indestructible arm armor.

"Dragon transformation? How is that possible! You are Dragon Emperor Douluo!!!" Yan Shaozhe was horrified, and quickly fluttered his wings and retreated hastily, his flying state also staggering.

Long Xiaoyao crushed the light wheel in his palm, but the clothes on his body were still free of dust. He put his hand on Tian Wen's shoulder as if nothing had happened, shook his head and chuckled: "Old Mu, you have really bad taste in choosing your apprentice. Why, this kind of thing can take charge of Shrek Academy, tsk tsk tsk..."

I don't know why, but he always feels that the more he looks at this kid, the more he dislikes him. This is not because of the conflicting attributes. He is already over two hundred years old, so he has long been indifferent to this aspect.It was a...very strange...wonderful feeling. To put it simply, when I saw him, I wanted to go up and slap him.