People in Douluo: grew up eating food from hundreds of families

The second-in-command who knew Arhat also knew that although this guy said so, he must have his own plans in his heart, so the string in his heart was a little looser.

He came to the counter, took out a bag of gold soul coins, and asked again while paying, "Then how are you going to handle the contract?"

"I'll go to the underground spirit fighting arena tomorrow."

Arhat moved his slightly stiff upper and lower jaws, and his eyes showed some expectation, "This time, I have to go."

Anyway, in his opinion, he was absolutely right about breaking the contract. It was the underground boss who acted unkindly first.

"King of rice cookers!"

Unexpectedly, the Arhat said he was leaving just before the underground boss appeared. And since he didn't restrain himself from what he just said, everything he said was absorbed into his ears.

You know, if the Arahant leaves, then the credit for this recommendation will probably not be attributed to him. Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. The hatred is irreconcilable. So the underground boss looked at Arhat coldly, "You have to know that we have signed a contract! You can't leave here without my approval. You are destroying the contract!"

"What? Are you still threatening me?"

The Arhat shrugged, but the movement of his mouth did not stop. "Let me tell you, the contract is just a piece of waste paper. With just a piece of waste paper, you want to restrict my freedom? What a beautiful idea."

contract? That kind of thing has not been taken seriously by him since the beginning. Regardless of whether he signed it or not, it was just paper in the toilet.

Faced with the Arhat's arrogance, the underground boss said coldly.

"You don't seem to realize the seriousness!"

But what he didn't expect was that these words instantly angered the Arhat. Because the underground boss wanted to deprive him of his freedom with just a piece of waste paper! He thrust his hands under the table filled with food debris, and the huge force instantly caused the table to fly up!

"You don't realize the seriousness!"

"boom!"

With one blow, the table shattered.

Looking at the meat juice on his body, the underground boss felt that he had never been humiliated by someone weaker than him. In the past, due to the character of an Arhat, I did not take action no matter what. But now he couldn't hold it back anymore and walked quickly to him.

"You guy, I have to give you..."

The second in command saw that the atmosphere was tense and wanted to stop it. However, before he could take action or before the underground boss finished speaking, Arhat could no longer hold himself back.

I've been unhappy with you for half a year, and now I'm leaving, and you still want to fight with me? I really thought I didn’t dare!

With this thought in mind, the action was taken directly. Raise your fist and punch your chest. Such a close distance, coupled with the fact that Arhat took action without saying hello, before the underground boss could react, there was a heart-piercing pain in his chest.

Then, without the spirit of martial arts, he was insignificant in front of the Arahant's power, and his whole body seemed to be flying. When the pain subsided, he had already backed out of the store.

The underground boss couldn't help but be shocked by this. At the same time, the originally angry mind also sobered up at this moment.

But when he was about to say something, "it was time for the drama to stop."

This voice made the underground boss immediately quiet down and look respectful. When they saw the appearance of the visitor, even the second-in-command who just wanted to come forward to dissuade him quickly fell to his knees. As for everyone else in the restaurant, even more so.

The Arhat alone looked at the man in front of him with interest. He put his fingers into his nostrils and picked them up, as if he didn't care at all. But the clenched fist in his left hand and the tense fingers in his nostrils betrayed his true inner thoughts.

The visitor was dressed in black, but the color that originally showed solemnity turned out to be so luxurious on this middle-aged man of about forty years old. But what Arahant cares about most is not his clothes, but the aura emanating from the person in front of him.

Definitely stronger than Qin Ming, he would be instantly killed if he made a move.

"Hurry!" Seeing that Arhat didn't respond and still looked careless, the second-in-command quickly took the risk and grabbed his sleeve, "Hurry, he is the black-clothed bishop of Wuhun Palace." Seven

"Martial Spirit Hall, Bishop in Black."

Arhat knows very well what the Wuhun Palace is and what the black-clothed bishop represents.

However, in the next second, "Let's take action."

The black-clothed bishop actually looked at the young man in front of him with interest and said something that made the second-in-command feel like he was dying.

"Arahant! Don't!!"

At this moment, the second-in-command even called out the true name of the entire underground soul-fighting organization, and he was the only one who knew it.

But it is a pity that Arahants never listen to others.

And with his keen perception, he felt that the black bishop in front of him had no murderous intention towards him. Instead, there is a kind of temptation, which means testing to be precise. In this case…

Then why not test yourself! !

The Arhat's martial spirit possessed him, and his arms expanded.

Two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, shone, and then heavy footsteps made a solid sound on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, golden weapons appeared on both arms, a halo enveloped the fists, and fighting spirit emerged.

At this time, the black-clothed bishop's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Arhat. This was what he saw with his own eyes.

The second thousand years of soul ring, this young man can no longer look at with the eyes of a genius. Instead, it can be called a monster.

And more importantly, this kid dared to punch him.

He did not use his martial soul or soul power, but simply relied on his physical strength to punch out... "Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the fist armed with the first soul skill collided with the simple physical fist. The heavy blow reverberated in the air, making a dull sound.

For the first time, this was the first time I felt such a heavy blow. Even when he was fighting Qin Ming a year ago, he didn't have the strength to give himself this feeling.

This confrontation only lasted two seconds...

"Crack..."

The bones in the Arahant's arms seemed to be wailing. The heavy force spread along the fist to the entire arm, and the strength instantly paralyzed.

Immediately afterwards, Arhat's entire body turned into a "light" and was blown backwards by the power of the black bishop, directly smashing many tables and chairs.

"Hahaha! Looks like I have to fix it for you, boss, again."

Pulling himself out of the ruins with his hands, the Arhat stretched his muscles and then patted the dust on himself nonchalantly.

Looking at the surroundings, he laughed a few times at the boss who was kneeling on the ground. Apparently, this wasn't the first time he had done this.

"Haha, I don't think you need to repair this shop."

At this moment, the black-clothed bishop walked up to the Arhat and looked at the Arhat with satisfaction. The Arhat felt like his whole body was covered with hair, so he let him go.

"Young man, are you willing to join the Wuhun Academy?"