Douluo: I don't need Wuhun to fight you

A golden light escaped from the muzzle of the gun, and flew towards Tang San's heart, like lightning flashing, extremely fast.

The bullet that was supposed to hit Tang San's heart was actually hit by a hard object flying from nowhere, causing the bullet to miss and hit the floor next to Tang San.

This was something Wang Lin never expected. Putting away his astonishment, Wang Lin used Qi training to continuously refine multiple bullets.

Constantly flipping the button of the transmitter, several golden bullets came out one after another, shooting towards every part of Tang San's body.

An incredible scene appeared again, several bullets were hit by foreign objects that appeared out of thin air, and all the bullets missed.

Tang San, who was lying on the floor and moaning, was still unharmed...

His heart tightened, and a thought floated into Wang Lin's mind, there must be someone secretly protecting Tang San.

"Tang Hao!!", when Wang Lin thought of Tang Hao's name, the original owner's resentment towards Tang Hao suddenly intensified, constantly stimulating Wang Lin's emotions.

Wang Lin opened Sharingan and looked around, trying to find Tang Hao who was hiding in the dark by the effect that Sharingan could see the flow of soul power.

In the vision of Sharingan, apart from the person in charge of the front desk, the hotel owner, Dai Mubai, and some hotel guests, only Tang San and Xiao Wu are left.

"Has he hidden his soul power?" Wang Lin's face was a little dignified, "Can't even Sharingan see the flow of his soul power?".

If he really wanted to fight Tang Hao, with a soul power of level 37 and an age of 14, he would definitely not be Tang Hao's opponent.

Now, Wang Lin's qi training fire is not enough to incinerate a titled Douluo, and the kaleidoscope form of Sharingan is not turned on, so Susano can hardly use it.

What he can honor is the ability to wear it temporarily, and use the power of the next ten years.

Or use the ability of the dimension wall to escape.

The ring on Wang Lin's left hand does contain modern weapons to kill Tang Hao, but all of these can only be done under conditions of support.

If you want to detonate Tang Hao's head, you must have a good sniper environment to ensure that Tang Hao has no defenses before he can achieve a headshot.

Bazooka?

grenade?

Barrett?

All of these have the power to kill Tang Hao, but the premise must be that it is unexpected.

Now that Tang Hao is hiding in the dark, let alone kill him, he can't even find him.

Before he even shoots, he will be killed by Tang Hao...

"Calm down...calm down!".

Wang Lin put the special pistol back into his waist pocket, and concentrated his mental power, trying to sense all the movements around him, including people's breathing, heartbeat, and whether there was a soul skill activated.

About a minute later, Wang Lin stopped killing Tang San, and there was no attack from the dark to attack Wang Lin.

Wang Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the person hiding in the dark didn't seem to have the intention of killing himself.

"Brother----------" Xiao Wu picked up Tang San and saw that Tang San's right shoulder was bleeding all the time. She also kept crying, crying heartbreakingly.

Dai Mubai on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood up abruptly and came to Xiao Wu, "Take him to the infirmary quickly!".

"This arrogant brat, let me beat him up for you!".

After finishing speaking, Dai Mubai glared at the hotel owner, "You, why don't you send him to the infirmary?".

With a loud shout, the hotel owner was so frightened that he threw the big bag of gold soul coins into the drawer of the counter at the front desk, and hurriedly took Xiao Wu to the nearby medical clinic.

The hotel owner doesn't want to kill people in his hotel.

Xiao Wu carried Tang San on her back, and quickly ran behind the boss.

During the filming, Dai Mubai took Tang San's place, planning to beat up the cruel stranger in front of him.

"Soul masters sparring, point to the end, you are so vicious?" Dai Mubai folded his hands on his chest, Xie Mou flashed a chill.

"Vicious?" Wang Lin sneered, and kicked half of the shattered poisonous sleeve arrow in front of Dai Mubai, "Do I have his poison?".

Dai Mubai looked down and was shocked, this half iron needle was stained with purple toxin, ordinary people can see that it is a highly poisonous thing.

"..." Dai Mubai looked a little more solemn, but he did not waver in his idea of ​​venting his anger for Tang San, "Call out your martial spirit, I want to compete with you too!"

After finishing speaking, Dai Mubai clasped his ten fingers inward, posing in the shape of tiger claws, stomped his feet, three yellow, yellow and purple soul rings escaped from the air, and floated down on his body.

A two-meter-tall humanoid white tiger suddenly stood behind him, mighty and domineering.

"Dai Mubai, level 37 battle spirit master, Wuhun Xie Mou Baihu!" After speaking, Dai Mubai stretched out his hand to signal Wang Lin to call out the Wuhun.

Through the observation just now, Dai Mubai discovered that Wang Lin was about the same age as Tang San, estimated to be a year or two older than Tang San, and Wang Lin's spirit power would probably be around level 32.

Compared with his soul power of level 37, he was also higher than Wang Lin's soul power of level six or seven.

After secretly analyzing for a while, Dai Mubai slightly cocked the corner of his mouth, thinking, he must educate this arrogant and arrogant soul master well!

At Dai Mubai's request, Wang Lin summoned his martial soul.

The "self" martial spirit possessed his body, and the golden light burst entangled around his body, and Wang Lin's physical almightiness was doubled.

When Wang Lin walked less than two meters away from Dai Mubai, the three yellow, purple and black soul rings floated down on him one after another, stopped at the soles of his feet and spun rapidly.

"Wang Lin, the 38th-level battle soul master, the martial soul himself" In the case of the overlord's appearance, every word of Wang Lin is full of deterrence, which makes people shudder.

Three kinds of light, yellow, purple, and black, flashed in Dai Mubai's evil spirit. At this moment, he half-opened his mouth, staring at Wang Lin's three spirit rings absent-mindedly, the horror can no longer be described in words.

"Ten thousand...ten thousand years...the third ring?"

Dai Mubai seemed to have lost his language organization ability, his voice was almost trembling, it was hard to understand what he wanted to express without listening carefully.

His face seemed to be able to express the emotions at this moment better than his mouth.

A certain figure hiding in the dark seemed to be aware of Wang Lin's outstanding talent.

The second ring of a thousand years, the third ring of ten thousand years, such a terrifying talent, such a powerful young soul master...

"He is from Wuhun Palace...", the figure hiding in the dark thought in his heart.

Seeing that Dai Mubai had already been frightened by the domineering arrogance before the battle started, Wang Lin teased with a smile, "Are you still fighting?".

"Fight...", Dai Mubai muttered absentmindedly, and soon he cheered up and shouted loudly to embolden his courage, "Fight!!".

As soon as the words fell, Dai Mubai was about to swing his tiger claws and attack Wang Lin.

The qi training technique was activated, and the golden qi training fire refined a huge golden hammer in his hand.

Wang Lin swung the golden giant hammer, spun it around, and hit Dai Mubai's chest with an upward force, several ribs were shattered.

Dai Mubai vomited blood wildly, was hit into the sky by the giant hammer, smashed a big hole in the ceiling of the hotel, and then flew into the sky, turning into stars.

"The big bag of golden soul coins I gave should be enough for me to live for a few months?", the golden sledgehammer turned into golden light, and Wang Lin cast a glance at the person in charge of the front desk.

The person in charge of the front desk nodded in a panic, "Enough! Enough!".

"That should be enough to compensate the hotel for today's losses?"

"Enough! Enough!" Even if it wasn't enough, the person in charge of the front desk didn't dare to say it, for fear of being crushed to death with a hammer.

Patting the dust off his body, Wang Lin let out a breath, and then walked into the hotel room.

Soto City, branch of the Blacksmiths Association.

Ning Rongrong, who ran away from home, came to Suotuo City.

She stepped into the door of the branch of the Blacksmiths Association and ran to the front desk excitedly.

"Hello!", Ning Rongrong slapped the front desk with both hands, and greeted the receptionist energetically.

The gentleman at the front desk smiled politely, "Miss, this is the blacksmith association, not a clothing store!".

Ning Rongrong ignored the ridicule from the receptionist, and said directly, "I want to find Wang Lin!".