Douluo: I don't need Wuhun to fight you

"Dare to save face on Lao Tzu's territory?" Myers glared at Wang Lin with a provocative voice. "Are you afraid that you are drunk from milk?"

"When did a baby who hasn't given up breastfeeding dare to run wild in the branch hall of my Wuhun Temple!?" He slapped the table fiercely.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound almost at the same time as his roar, which scared the beauties on the other side to twitch and fled out of the hall one after another.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Miles seemed to think of something, "Who put you in?".

Wang Lin didn't answer, stood up, and three soul rings escaped out of the air.

Yellow, purple?black?

"Soul Master?" Miles' eyes were attracted by the successive appearance of the soul rings, and when he saw the second soul ring was purple, he froze for a moment.

Seeing that the third soul ring was black, he was forced to break out in a few drops of cold sweat.

"No breastfeeding?" Wang Lin took out the gold badge of the Great Soul Arena from the ring, and threw it at the brown table that Miles slapped down just now.

Seeing this badge, Miles came to his senses, "Are you the guy who won 43 consecutive victories in the Great Soul Arena?".

Wang Lin showed a faint smile, "Believe it or not, you will be killed by me!".

Hearing this, Miles forced a smile, "Kill me? I'm a soul emperor! Just because you, the soul master, want to kill me?".

Wang Lin's 'own' martial soul was possessed, and the golden air flow was lingering.

The Qi training technique was activated, and wisps of golden-green air flow coiled from Wang Lin's feet and gradually spread throughout his body.

From time to time, the golden-green airflow enveloping the body condenses into a sacred and thick Armor of Dawn.

Seeing this scene, Myers hurriedly summoned his six soul rings.

His six soul rings are low in configuration, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, and black.

It can be seen that although he has the title of the soul emperor level, he is far from the strength that the soul emperor level should have.

"Looking for death!" Miles vowed, although Wang Lin had won 43 consecutive victories in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, but those were all level [-] fighting spirits.

I have a soul emperor level of 65, how can I be afraid of a mere soul emperor?

In just one second, the gold-green armor was condensed and wrapped around Wang Lin's whole body.

The magic armor descended, and along with the overlord's color leaking out, an invisible shock wave shattered the stools and chairs in the hall one by one.

The terrifying coercion made Miles sweat profusely, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

Miles suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his scalp, and his whole body became hot, "Here, my aura was suppressed by a soul master?".

Every level of Wang Lin's soul power is almost improved through the accumulation of battles, so his soul power is far stronger than that of a meditating soul master, and the soul skills he uses are even more domineering!

"You bastard! How dare you bully me into my territory!!" With a loud shout, Miles immediately punched Wang Lin.

A heavy punch suddenly hit Wang Lin's side face. Just as he smiled triumphantly, his fist immediately became red and swollen as if he had hit an extremely hard steel.

At present, the hardness of the Dawn Armor can even withstand the slashing blows of the Soul Emperor level weapon, let alone just a fist.

Suddenly, Wang Lin grabbed Miles' hand that hit him on the face, and slammed it outward.

A painful groan followed.

It hurts!

Myers groaned sadly, and his body fell in the direction Wang Lin moved away from.

"Listen well, if you don't give me face, I will beat you all the time!".

After that, Wang Lin clenched his other hand and punched Miles in the eyes.

Bang!

The punch in the Armor of Dawn state was harder than steel. With one punch, Miles' left eye was instantly swollen, and his brain was buzzing.

Bang!

Another straight punch, this time to his right eye.

Bang!

Boom boom boom!

Practice punches, hitting Miles in the face one after another, and after a while of beatings, he finally spoke.

"Here! Here! I'll sell your face!" Miles covered his beehive-like face with his free hand, begging bitterly, "Just don't slap your face!!".

Hearing this, Wang Lin let go of his hand, and the golden-green airflow disappeared after the Wuhun possessed him. Immediately, the Armor of Dawn slowly retreated, and his flesh and blood returned.

"If I knew it was like this, why did I do it in the first place? I broke my face, and I won't be able to find a girl if I have money~" Wang Lin patted Miles on the shoulder and sighed helplessly.

"Yes yes yes!" Miles responded again and again.

He caressed the face that had been beaten into a pig's head with both hands, and shook his head from time to time, only feeling that the brain was flooded, and there would always be inexplicable echoes.

He continued to tentatively touch the bruised area, and immediately screamed in pain.

"The people in the Blacksmith Association are all my friends. Give me face and stop harassing them! There are also innocent citizens in Geng Xincheng~" Wang Lin persuaded:

"If I hear you abuse your power again, you will lose your position as a bishop!".

"Yes yes yes!" Miles knelt down and kowtowed to admit his mistake.

Wang Lin saw that the effect was good, and his angry face returned to normal. He clapped his hands in fear, turned around, and was about to step out of the hall door and go home to exercise.

At this moment, Miles, who was showing weakness, did not really give in. He gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Lin with panda eyes.

"Come here!! Catch him!" Miles roared, summoning countless guards from the Wuhun Temple. "kill him!!".

As soon as the words were spoken, many guards in bright silver armor gathered from nowhere, holding long spears, as if they were training soldiers, they stepped forward.

This formation has the meaning of swallowing mountains and rivers with arrogance.

"Bishop?" The captain of the guard led several guards and surrounded Wang Lin at the entrance of the hall.

The captain of the guard jumped into the hall and searched for a while, but he didn't find Miles.

I saw a handsome young man and a man with a pig's head...

"Damn it! I'm Miles!!" Miles poked his chest with his thumb and cursed, "Believe it or not, I'll tell you to get out of Wuhun Temple!!".

The captain of the guard took a careful look at Miles who was kneeling on the ground, and he could only recognize Miles from the tone of his voice.

"My...Bishop Miles!!" The guard captain rushed to help Miles up, "How come you turned into a pig's head!!".

"Get out!" Miles was furious, stood up, and kicked the captain of the guard flying.

"Listen up, everyone! The bastard in front of you is trying to assassinate the headmaster of the Wuhun Temple, kill him!" Miles pointed at Wang Lin and called out to all the guards around the hall door. "immediately!".

Immediately, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak for a while, let alone taking a step forward.

"Huh? I'm the bishop! Miles! If you don't obey my order, get out of the Spirit Hall!!" Seeing that the guards were hesitating, Miles emphasized his identity again, fearing that others would not recognize him. come out.

Wang Lin's continuous punches just now had a disfiguring effect. Even if Myers' biological mother came over, she might not be able to recognize him at a glance.

"Bishop Myers, they all believe that you are indeed a bishop!" Wang Lin smiled and walked towards Myers indifferently, "However, you seem to have no right to speak in front of me!".

Hearing this, Myerston stopped, and he ran to the captain of the guard who had just been kicked away by him, and ordered, "You! Let everyone kill him!".

"Bishop Myers, you can't kill him! You can't kill him!" The captain of the guard waved his hands again and again, really embarrassed.

"You dare to disobey?" Miles shouted angrily.

Suddenly, there was a dry sound of metal falling.

Bang-ring-ring--

A gleaming golden warrant hit the floor next to Myers. Immediately, Myers turned his head to look, and what caught his eyes was a Pope's order symbolizing his lofty status.

"The Pope's order?" Miles couldn't help but slapped his mouth after being beaten into a sausage mouth.

Immediately, he slowly turned his head and looked at the master who threw the Pope's decree.

"Ah~ah---" When the attention was focused on Wang Lin, Miles was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, trembling, "You... you are from Wuhun Temple...".

He finally knew that the Wang Lin in front of him was not only a member of Wuhun Palace, but also a nobleman whose status was several levels higher than his...

"Lord Wang Lin!" The captain of the guard hurriedly kowtowed to Wang Lin, and the guards outside the hall knelt down again and again.

This scene made Miles dumbfounded. He seemed to have fallen into despair, and his eyes became empty and lifeless, like ashes.

"Myers, I'm just the apprentice of the elder of the Wuhun Hall now, and I have no right to fire you, but you'd better give me enough time!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed a chill, and he slowly approached Myers.

After a while, Miles realized that he kowtowed and confessed, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I have blind eyes, my lord! Please forgive me!".

There was a crisp sound of kowtowing. Miles's bruised forehead hit the ground very hard. His desire to survive had replaced the pain on his face...

Wang Lin squatted down, staring at him with sharp eyes, "Do you know the honor assessment not long ago?".

"I know, I know! It was the most exciting assessment ever, not only many talented soul masters with blue-collar medals, but also several winners of purple record medals!".

"By the way! Also, there is another winner of the Golden Medal!! This is a feat of our Spirit Hall, and I have paid attention to it!!".

Miles tried his best to explain that he didn't want to be kicked out of Wuhundian, so he had to show that he had ulterior motives for everything in Wuhundian.

After a while, he recalled Wang Lin's three soul rings, and then he suddenly realized, "Is it possible... that you are the one who won the golden medal?"

Wang Lin showed a gratified smile, "You guessed it right, I have no right to kick you out of the Wuhun Temple now, but my golden medal has the right to kill you first!".

Hearing this, Miles panicked even more...

"Lord Wang Lin, Your Majesty Wang Lin! I know I'm wrong! Please, don't kick me~ My loyalty to Wuhun Temple can be learned from the sun and the moon!!" Begging to Wang Lin, it was extremely sad.

"Listen, if I know that you continue to abuse your power, bully the citizens of Gengxin City, and break the rules of the auction house in the future... I will really kill you!"

As soon as Wang Lin finished speaking, he was accompanied by a domineering threat.

Miles was like a child listening to the thunderbolt, his bones were about to be shattered.

"Yes, yes, yes! This kind of thing will never happen again! Absolutely not!!" Miles clasped his hands together and bowed continuously to Wang Lin.

"Okay! Get up!" Wang Lin sighed, and stood up with his hands on his knees. He looked at the guards outside the hall, and then at the captain of the guards, "You all get up too!".

Hearing this, everyone stood up obediently.

"Miles, remember, if you violate the agreement between us, you will be my eyes and ears everywhere, and you will die a miserable death!!".

A warning sounded like a huge thunder in the sky, which immediately hit Myers with a severe headache.

"Yes!" Miles kowtowed hurriedly. Although he was scared, he was glad that he had retained his position in the branch hall...

The next morning, with bandages all over his head, Miles led a group of bright silver armored guards, each carrying a bag of fruit to the Blacksmiths Association.