Douluo: My mother is the time traveler

In the noisy night, this small town adjacent to the Star Forest is brightly lit.

For these desperate people who lick blood from the blade, what they need most every day is to vent all the suppressed emotions accumulated in their hearts.

Those who go to Goulan or Yanliu Alley to vent are already considered mild, but those who are more paranoid and mentally tense. Even relaxation is through the stimulation of iron and blood.

Soul masters are actually not as glamorous as ordinary people imagine.

This kind of small town on the edge of the Star Forest basically has no output-type businesses, and they are all service-type industries.

Restaurants, inns, theater troupes, erotic theaters, young ladies who opened the windows and wore cool clothes and hung a red dress by the window, and heroes who performed on the street with pieces of iron in their chests...

A piece of iron is a real piece of iron, and a hero is also a real hero.

The iron block was dented, and the hero's limbs were erect and unable to stand up.

"good!!"

No matter how many people there were, they all clapped their hands and shouted, wishing they could smash their palms into pieces. They grinned and cheered, laughed, cursed, and vulgarly shouted loudly.

Everyone's face looked like a colorful mask of etiquette, and they were all laughing and crying exaggeratedly.

This is what people living here want.

For example, if you don't express your feelings to your heart's content, you will show timidity when facing ferocious spirit beasts, you are making yourself less human in advance so that you can survive in the forest.

In such a noisy street, three people were standing on the stone sculpture of a hanging beast on the roof of a restaurant.

The wine shop is very high and is the tallest building in this town. Despite the noisy crowd, only three people could be vaguely seen standing there.

This place is far away from the empire, there is no order, only rules, rules between gangs, rules among ronin, rules between guests and stores.

Strength is the biggest rule here.

That's not to say there's no order at all.

The law enforcers from the Wuhun Palace will come here regularly to patrol, and the largest teams of spirit masters in the town will regularly report to the law enforcers and pay some unknown fees.

This kind of town is actually a gathering place. Maybe some time the beast tide is affected, the place will be wiped out. There are too many gathering places like this, and the empire cannot control it, and it will not control it.

The three people stood separately in the night. Someone glanced at the three people above and left in a hurry.

First of all, these grudges and revenge are nothing new in this city.

Secondly, the exaggerated number of soul rings looks like a dragon crossing the river. Let them solve it by themselves. The three major soul master teams here are not necessarily willing to cause trouble.

A handsome swordsman with a stern face, his clothes fluttering in the wind, holding a sword in his hand, behind him are the six best-matched soul rings.

A fat man with a big belly, who can be described as chubby, stood on a stone sculpture of a hanging beast and swayed from side to side. He was wearing gold and jade to show his wealth, holding a bright and large ingot in his hand, and behind him were the same six soul rings.

, it’s just not the best spirit ring, white, yellow, purple, purple and black… the worst ratio is not an exaggeration!

A majestic bald man, wearing brown animal skin, with exposed muscles that are harder than stone, with his hands on his chest, concentrating in silence, behind him are seven soul rings symbolizing the Soul Saint!

Two soul emperors, one soul saint!

Zao Wuji wanted to say a few words, but he felt that for a master like himself, speaking first before others had spoken would appear to be out of class.

"I wonder, Your Excellency Fudo Mingwang, why did you ask us to come out?"

Mr. Guan stood on a bird-shaped stone hanging beast, fearful of falling.

He now wanted to know what the other party wanted to do when they called them out, and why they chose such a horrible place.

Is this the tone of a master? But he is not a master despite being fat!

Seeing that someone finally asked the question, Zhao Wuji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If these two guys didn't say anything, why would I have to stand here all night? Although he looks very imposing and has the style of a strong man.

He coughed, his hands still on his chest, and his voice was as low as possible: "During the day, I didn't say much, but after all they are my students, Zhao Wuji, and you two soul emperors are following him... it means that you two

What’s your purpose!”

When Guan Pangpang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young man holding the sword next to him.

"No comment!"

King Chen curled his lips and stiffened his scalp, but did not take much of what the other party said.

Once he was the sharpest sword in the Fengjian Sect. With a sect standing behind him, how could he be afraid of such a guy like a hob?

The habit of reporting to others.

Zhao Wuji looked confused: "So, you want to force me to go crazy?"

Guan Pangpang's breath was stagnant, and he quickly said: "Your Excellency Fudo Mingwang, there is a misunderstanding! Absolutely a misunderstanding. There is absolutely no harm in the two of us following your students."

As he spoke, his head turned to King Chen: "Mr. King Chen, he, Mr. King Chen just wants to protect your students!"

After saying that, he took a breath and said, "Mr. Chen Wang, please tell me that there is no need to get into such a tense situation, don't you think so?"

"If you want to fight, then fight!" King Chen said coolly.

Guan Pangpang was stunned.

This is endless!

Zhao Wuji believed that he was not a foolish and reckless man. He caught the key point of what Fatty Guan just said and raised his eyebrows: "King Chen? Are you the Fengjian Sect's sword-wielding genius who is rare to see in a hundred years?"

This time King Chen seemed to be willing to talk properly. When he heard the words Fengjian Zong, he had an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Fengjian Zong... no longer exists."

"I heard that your sect master is a White Ring Douluo. What happened back then that would make such a powerful Titled Douluo choose a ten-year soul ring as his ninth soul ring?"

"Is Prince Fudo the same kind of eighth wife? Even with a ten-year soul ring, it is still an invincible sword in the hands of the sect master!"

Since they are from the Fengjian Sect and know the other party's inheritance, they won't worry about any evil intentions among these guys.

This does not mean that they will definitely be good people, but they will definitely not be evildoers, nor will they become swords in the hands of evildoers.

In particular, it is rumored that the disbanded Fengjian Sect members have recovered their inheritance and sword heart. Their sword heart is more useful than the heart of a child.

Coincidentally, he, Lao Zhao, knew this.

"Among my students, there are indeed a lot of people with status, but it seems that none of them are related to Fengjian Sect, right?"

"Repay the favor."

"Whose favor should I repay?" Zhao Wuji believed what the other party said. He believed in the Fengjian Sect's signature, but he still couldn't help but be confused.

Seeing the two of them starting to talk normally, Guan Pangpang on the side wiped his sweat.

At this time, a room in the hotel opposite opened, and a white-haired boy came out, and then closed the door again.

King Chen looked at the young man who came out quietly. The other two people also noticed his gaze and looked over.

"The life-saving grace of all the 'remnants' of Fengjian Sect." In terms of temperament, King Chen has always been good.

Zhao Wuji also saw the white-haired young man coming out of the second floor of the hotel opposite. He wanted to scratch his head, but he felt that such an action was against his expert demeanor at this time.

He suppressed the shock: "Lin Zhi? Why is this kid so helpful to you?"

The world is indeed magical sometimes.

Guan Pangpang on the side seemed to know some big secret, and he also stared at the young man who seemed to be nothing special except being handsome. This matter...may be extremely important to His Highness the Crown Prince!

How can it be of life-saving grace to myself and others?

Hearing Zhao Wuji's doubts, King Chen remembered what happened that day, the scene where the boy's words made the demonic dragon retreat.

He held his head high and said proudly: "How do I know?"

Over there, Yu Linzhi, who had just walked out of the room, looked up and saw three guys on the rooftop of the opposite building, three masters standing on the concave shape of the roof blowing air. After closing the door, he was speechless: "Three idiots.

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