Douluo Continent: The God King of Other Worlds

Although the middle-aged man looks a little ugly, his cultivation level is not low. He has the seventh level of dark power. If he is present, he can be ranked above the middle level.

At least it is a middle-level deacon level.

But no one is interested in how high his cultivation level is.

The only thing he felt was that he was thrown several meters away.

As soon as this scene appeared, everyone was stunned and their eyes widened.

Most of them were very aware of this, and hastily retracted their hands, becoming timid, and even lost the courage to reach out and touch them again.

Although some disciples from large and medium-sized forces also had golden eyes, they couldn't help but have bad thoughts about books and wanted to take the lead.

After all, if that person is not good, it does not mean that you are not good either.

This is what they really think.

However, they moved slightly, and the next second they were struck by the eyes of the elders and others. They all turned into frightened cats and stayed still in place.

Although they are depressed, what can they do? They can only stand aside to sulk and vent. They can't do anything else, let alone dare to do it.

The reason why those from the small forces did not come forward much was because there were not many people left who had survived the hidden weapons. There were only less than ten people left, and their sense of presence had naturally become lower.

Although no one will pay attention to their every move, they can do it anyway and show their faces from time to time in large and medium-sized forces to gain a sense of presence.

But even if there is a precedent, it is the person who stumbles.

Some people among the large and medium-sized forces do not have long "memory". They insist on giving it a try regardless of the obstruction of the sect, and are determined not to die until the Yellow River.

About a dozen people moved to give it a try.

But in the end, only a few people stepped forward to give it a try rashly. The result was the same as the middle-aged man before, throwing it in a perfect arc in the air and then falling heavily to the ground, screaming like a slaughtering pig.

"what!"

After everyone saw it, they only laughed briefly and felt that it was funny.

But not long after, they all fell into silence and suffered from headaches. It seemed that they had the secrets of the exercises at their fingertips, but now they could only look at them and not touch them. This made them unable to laugh again.

At a time when everyone is having a headache.

A handsome-looking young man in a cross-collar skirt wearing a double-crane hair crown suddenly appeared in the sight of some people.

They looked surprised and blurted out one sentence subconsciously: "Someone is going to take action!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The people on the side were in a daze for a moment, and then curiously glanced around, looking for the trace of the man.

They all wanted to see which "warrior" had another idea when everyone was racking their brains and couldn't think of a solution.

They sighed when they saw the young man in a cross-collar skirt wearing a double-crane hair crown.

Not just a scholar!

The powerful people from the large and medium-sized forces who had been watching heard the sound, and their eyes turned sharply. They turned around and their eyes fell on that person. They had also been thinking to themselves before: "Did he think of a way to crack it?"

I saw the young man raising his right hand slightly stiffly and reaching for the bookshelf.

I don’t know if I saw it wrongly or what?

The moment he raised his head, the bookshelf in the room seemed to have spiritual power and began to rotate on its own.

There were sounds of friction between the bookshelf and the ground.

Due to the movement of the bookshelf, many people were bumped. Fortunately, the force was not too strong and no serious injuries were suffered.

When the bookshelf stopped, they naturally took a look.

Not long after, a bookshelf with three tubes of retro-embellished brocade bags and letters came to a halt in front of him.

Not to mention that everyone else was dumbfounded when they saw it, including him.

Before the young man could react, one of the cirrus-pattern brocade bags slowly floated up for no apparent reason and stopped for a moment in mid-air.

It still shakes from side to side from time to time.

While he was numb, a mysterious voice seemed to sound in his ears.

"Those who are destined to take the things that are destined to do so!"

The sound is in the ear.

The young man with the double-crane hair crown was stunned for a moment, and he turned around in panic to seek the opinions of the sect elders. However, except for hearing the greedy eyes of the strangers, he didn't seem to find the person he wanted. He looked back disappointed.

It seemed that there was only a faint reverberation left in this voice.

In a moment, he made a decision. Under the attention of everyone, he closed his eyes, closed his mouth that was about to open, and stood there for a long time.

And not far behind him.

"Please borrow it."

"Thank you!"

...wait for the word to appear.

Suddenly, two middle-aged uncles rushed out from the crowd, one with a beard and the other with a round face. A closer look shows that the crowns they wear on their heads seem to be of the same style as the youth's double-crane hair crowns, but there are slight differences in materials and craftsmanship.

After they rushed out, they moved quickly and glanced everywhere. At a glance, they knew that they were definitely looking for someone.

Fortunately, after only two or three breaths, they stopped moving.

It seems that it was found.

The two of them saw their eyes falling on the young man with his hair tied in a double crane.

They glanced at the young man. Although their movements stopped, their expressions were floating, and their mouths were slightly open, as if they had something to say, but they did not say it.

Shortly after.

The young man with the double-crane hair crown was determined. He immediately opened his eyes and fixed his eyes on the brocade bag with cirrus pattern. In less than a blink of an eye, he picked up the brocade bag with one hand and looked around. He saw a man with a beard and face. The plump middle-aged man turned around and walked away quickly.

When everyone saw it, they were confused.

"It seems like he wasn't ejected?"

"Can he take away the secret book?"

……

Suddenly, there was an uproar, but most people still did not dare to move easily.

It seems that he is waiting for an opportunity or an answer.

When the powerful people saw the situation, they had an idea and immediately sent a person of high status to the direction of the young man in the cross-collar skirt wearing a double-crane hair crown.

As soon as they arrive.

He didn't threaten him as soon as he stepped forward. Instead, he was humble and polite.

I saw a young man in purple shirt, bowing his hands and saluting, and asked the young man: "I wonder how this young hero obtained the secret book in his hand?" At the same time, the young man in purple shirt pointed at the secret book hidden in his hand.

At the same time, Bai He, the man in white robes from Shenhuo City, Tian Songzi from Jiujian Mansion, and other powerful people who had been waiting for a long time changed their normal behavior. It was seen that their tacit understanding was perfect. It was rare that they didn't interrupt to ask a question, and they didn't say a word. Not threatening, just nodded in agreement after the young man in purple shirt said it.

Upon hearing this, the young man in a cross-collar skirt wearing a double-crane hair crown turned his head left and right and glanced at the middle-aged men on both sides.

They all gave a unanimous reply that they could say it.

When the young man heard this, he immediately had an idea, straightened his body, and slowly said that sentence.