Douluo: Take Tang San as an apprentice, and you will be rewarded ten thousand times as an apprentice

The perception of a soul master is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the more powerful the soul master is, the more so. Not far after Chen Luo and the others walked out of the auction house, Flanders discovered that someone was following them, and then Zhao Wuji and

Chen Luo also noticed this.

"Is the security situation in Soto City so bad now? Are you still being targeted when buying a piece of land?" Flanders said with some disappointment.

Zhao Wuji said: "It's probably the person who bid for the land with us. I don't know what he thought, but he actually followed a Soul Douluo and Soul Saint?"

Flanders smiled and said: "Not everyone knows us."

Zhao Wuji nodded: "That's right."

Chen Luo seemed very calm: "Deal with them first, or go about your own affairs as planned first?"

Flanders said: "Listen to you."

Chen Luo said: "There is an alley ahead."

Entering the alley, the people following Chen Luo and the others immediately couldn't hold back and appeared directly.

The person who came was a tall middle-aged man, more than two meters tall, with a very strong build, short black hair, and a special mark on his forehead, which had faded and was difficult to spot without paying attention.

Although he looks ordinary, he has a pair of dark green eyes and is covered in a black robe.

"Hand over the land deed." The middle-aged man said very directly.

While speaking, a green light flashed on the middle-aged man's body. His body grew larger, and his black robe was stretched open. The surface of his skin was covered with a thick layer of bark. In just a few breaths, the middle-aged man

He transformed into a dead tree giant.

A total of three soul rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, slowly rose from the middle-aged man's feet, symbolizing the strength of the middle-aged man's soul master.

Without any nonsense, the middle-aged man who activated his martial spirit was already ready to fight.

"call!"

Before the middle-aged man could take action, he heard a strong gust of wind blowing by. A strong figure had already arrived in front of the middle-aged man, jumped up high, opened his big hand and directly pressed it on the middle-aged man's face. It was terrifying.

The power exploded instantly, and the middle-aged man's body fell backwards, and his head was firmly pressed and smashed to the ground.

"boom!!!"

The bluestone slabs exploded and rubble flew. The middle-aged man's head was embedded in it. His martial spirit was automatically withdrawn, and he immediately lost his fighting ability.

What is somewhat strange is that even though the middle-aged man's martial spirit has been withdrawn and his physique has recovered, the thick bark on his skin has not disappeared, and only the skin on his face is normal.

Blood continuously overflowed from the back of the middle-aged man's head and between his mouth and nose, and his face remained extremely shocked.

No wonder the middle-aged man was shocked. After all, he had the strength of the Soul Master, but he was beaten to the point of losing his combat effectiveness by the opponent. Even the opponent didn't seem to use all his strength. And this was when the opponent had not activated his martial soul.

Can you not be shocked!

The person who had just taken action was none other than Zhao Wuji. At this time, he had crossed his arms and stood aside with a look of disdain. Flanders' figure disappeared at some point.

Chen Luo came to the middle-aged man and said calmly: "You only have a few hundred gold soul coins a month? What are you trying to do with your life?"

"You have two choices now, one is to die, the other is to choose to be loyal to us. Anyway, you probably won't survive if you go back."

"You should know your status. Your master will definitely be happy to trade your life for his."

As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, before the middle-aged man had time to make a choice, there was suddenly the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The middle-aged man looked to the side and saw a very familiar figure to him, and his eyes widened unconsciously.

At this time, the figure was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the others: "My lords, I was blind, and I actually took your ideas into account. Please forgive me for not taking action!"

"If you want to kill him, just kill him. You can do whatever you want with him. He is just a humble slave anyway!"

"Please, spare my life!!!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The person kowtowing and begging for mercy was an old man of about sixty years old. He seemed to have just activated his martial soul. He still had soul power fluctuations in his body. His aura seemed to be stronger than that of the middle-aged man on the ground, but at this time he looked extremely...

humble.

Chen Luo just glanced at the old man lightly, and then his eyes fell on the middle-aged man again: "You see, your master also agrees."

The middle-aged man's eyes had lost their luster, and he finally nodded numbly.

Flanders' hand fell on the old man's head. The old man's body trembled suddenly, his face was filled with a look of horror, his mouth was trembling unconsciously, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he stopped kowtowing.

I don't dare to make any big moves again.

"Do you want to kill him?" Flanders asked calmly.

Chen Luo shook his head: "As a man, you must be trustworthy. If you say one life is for another, then one life is for one."

"good."

Flanders responded calmly, but terrifying soul power still erupted from his hand, sweeping through the old man's body.

"ah!!!!"

The old man let out an extremely painful scream, and then fell to the ground like mud. He was not dead, and still had a weak breath, but there was no trace of soul power fluctuations in his body.

"Gone."

Chen Luo stepped forward and walked out of the alley, with no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened. The same was true for Flanders and Zhao Wuji.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground struggled to get up. His body was flashing with green light, and his wounds were recovering quickly. He glanced at the old man on the ground indifferently, wrapped himself in a black robe, and immediately followed Chen Luo and the others.

"Master, can you tell me the reason now? What's so special about that person?" Zhao Wuji asked, his tone a little low.

Chen Luo knew that Zhao Wuji was a little unhappy. Anyone would be unhappy. As a soul saint, he actually let a bullshit master whose strength was far inferior to himself shout around. If it weren't for Flanders, Zhao Wuji probably wouldn't be able to do anything.

If you know how to talk to him, it's pretty good to be able to say a few words occasionally. Zao Wou-Ki basically talks to Flanders.

"It's nothing special. It just helps us make the construction of the academy easier, and can even create several more mimicry training environments." Chen Luo said slowly.

"Um?"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's puzzled expression, Chen Luo continued.

"His martial spirit is a relatively special elemental martial spirit, the wood spirit. His body will be in that condition because of the mutation of the martial spirit, but there is a high probability that his martial spirit was originally mutated."

"Because of their strange appearance, they are easily treated as aliens, ostracized, even disgusted, and so on. In the end, most of them are reduced to slaves."

Zhao Wuji immediately asked: "Isn't he a soul master? And he is also a soul master, how could he become a slave!"

Chen Luodao: "He was not like this before. It is estimated that due to the mutation of his martial soul, his innate soul power level was not very high. Is it first level or half level? He was directly treated as waste."

"It's a miracle that he can cultivate to Soul Master. If the martial soul mutation develops in a good direction, how can his soul power level at this age stay at Soul Master."

Speaking of this, the corner of Chen Luo's mouth raised a subtle arc, somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Martial spirit mutation is a gamble of fate, but most people lose miserably. It is never we who choose our fate, but fate's choice."

us."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly when he heard this, and his originally indifferent expression softened a lot.

Chen Luodao: "These are just my guesses. You have to ask me for details."

The middle-aged man had caught up a long time ago and was following behind silently.

When he heard those things about himself, the middle-aged man was quite surprised, but he slowly lowered his head.

Seeing that something about him needed to be confirmed, the middle-aged man immediately stood up.

"Master is right, I am a slave, my innate soul power level is only half a level..."