Douluo's first sword

After the soul master qualifiers are over, the promotion competition will not start immediately. The promotion competition will start one month later. Although the location is not the Tiandou Great Soul Arena, it is still in Tiandou City.

During this rest period, contestants from major colleges can adjust their status and practice hard in order to further improve their strength before the promotion competition comes.

The sun is exceptionally bright today, and the sky is clear and cloudless. The clear sky is like a slightly curved sea-blue mirror, with occasionally a few birds flying across it.

Tiandou City, the lively Central Street.

Pedestrians come and go, and the shops on both sides have a dazzling array of goods. It is like an imperial city with blooming flowers.

A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old walked calmly on the street and took a leisurely stroll.

His black hair is flowing, his body is slender and strong, he is dressed in black clothes, and he carries a long ink-colored knife at his waist. His overly handsome face has attracted the eyes of countless girls, but the young man has always kept a cold face and is completely indifferent to the secret glances around him. .

This person is none other than Fang Xuan!

Over the past few days, he has accumulated a lot of property, with five to six million gold soul coins. He is now a millionaire, so he plans to spend some money and buy some foreign objects that can enhance his strength. .

Whether it's herbs or weapons, as long as they can improve your strength, you have to buy them all!

Currently, what he needs most is strength!

Fang Xuan first walked along the street to the famous blacksmith shop in Tiandou City, hoping to buy some good knives, but he continued shopping until the afternoon and found nothing.

"A pile of scrap metal..."

Fang Xuan walked out of a famous blacksmith shop, looked at the blue sky, and sighed slightly. At this time, he really missed the old madman. Only the knives made by the latter can be regarded as high-quality, and these weapons made by so-called famous masters are all A pile of scrap metal did not interest him at all.

"I wonder how the old madman is doing."

There was a look of memories in his eyes. Fang Xuan had not seen him for more than a year since he separated from the old madman. I wonder how he was doing.

Fang Xuan didn't know much about the old madman. He didn't know how the old madman had a grudge against Wuhun Palace. He had asked many times, but the old madman had remained silent and did not tell his secret.

Currently, the power of Wuhun Palace is overwhelming, and there are countless powerful soul masters under its command. Even the two major empires have to avoid its edge. The old madman once killed the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace, so he will definitely be punished by Wuhun Palace in the future. Crazy pursuit.

However, if you think about a peerless strong man with the title of Douluo, who is domineering and domineering wherever he goes, and is popular and popular, there is no need for a newbie like him to worry about it.

After feeling a little emotional for a while, Fang Xuan left the blacksmith shop and was going to go to some auctions to see if there was anything good.

"Whizzing!"

At this time, a fiery figure suddenly ran rampant on the crowded street. Many passers-by were knocked down by the arrogant force. It was a human, it was clearly a bull!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! This lady is in an emergency. If anyone is injured, I will not be held responsible!"

Before Fang Xuan could react, he only smelled a scent of fragrant wind, and then a fiery red figure hit his chest solidly.

"Um?!"

The soul power boiled like lava, and an unparalleled force burst out from Fang Xuan's body, like a tornado sweeping through the wasteland, forcefully knocking the man out.

This was a red-haired girl who was directly lifted five or six meters away by Fang Xuan. Her butt fell to the ground. She grimaced in pain. She looked at Fang Xuan angrily and cursed: "Damn it...it hurts me to death." , that bastard doesn’t have eyesight!”

"You didn't look at the road when you were walking, bumped into someone, and then you scolded them for being blind?!"

Fang Xuan frowned. He really should have punched the girl just now. She didn't even have the strength to curse.

"you……"

The red-haired girl pointed at Fang Xuan and was about to curse, but she suddenly stopped when she reached her mouth and looked at Fang Xuan blankly, as if she had seen a ghost.

Fang Xuan was also stunned for a moment, looking at this fiery girl speechlessly.

"Fang Xuan?!"

"Fire Dance?!"

The two looked at each other with dull faces and said in unison.

Uh...what a coincidence, why is it you again!

Fang Xuan felt very depressed. It was true that enemies never got together. He could meet this Huo Wu even when he was just casually strolling down the street.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

When Huo Wu saw it was Fang Xuan, her beautiful eyes immediately began to spit fire. Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction. Without saying a word, she raised her fist and hit Fang Xuan hard.

Then Fang Xuan punched him in the head again. He covered his head and squatted down, his eyes filled with tears from the pain.

"Hiss! It hurts so much, Fang Xuan, just wait for me, I will never let you go!"

Huo Wu squatted on the ground in pain, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes. While rubbing his head in pain, he did not forget to point at Fang Xuan and threaten him.

"Don't mess with me, or I'll beat you up!"

Fang Xuan glanced at Huo Wu indifferently, and shook his big sandbag fist in front of the girl, making the latter's pretty face turn green with anger.

Just as the two were at war with each other, another uninvited guest hurriedly arrived.

This is another beautiful girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a long white dress, with long blue hair flowing smoothly around her shoulders, a beautiful face and a slim figure, with an elegant and clean temperament!

It's Shui Bing'er!

"Huo Wu! Didn't I tell you to run slower? Why are you in a hurry? The auction won't start for another hour, so why are you in a hurry!"

Shui Bing'er's blue hair was flying as she walked towards her, a trace of blame appeared on her pretty face. She glared at Huo Wu angrily, and then stretched out her little hand towards Huo Wu who was squatting on the ground.

"Don't I want to go ahead and get a good seat..." Huo Wu stuck out his tongue, gently grabbed Shui Bing'er's little hand, and stood up with the latter's help.

After the competition, Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu actually became good friends. The two equally outstanding talented girls talked about everything and became a pair of good best friends.

"Hey, Fang Xuan, why are you here?!"

At this time, Shui Bing'er noticed Fang Xuan beside her, and a touch of surprise appeared on her face. She didn't expect to meet Fang Xuan on the street.

"Forehead……"

Fang Xuan felt depressed for a while and opened his mouth not knowing what to say.

"Bing'er, you came just in time. This guy just hit me. You join forces with me to teach this arrogant Fang Xuan a lesson!"

Huo Wu finally found a helper. He held Shui Bing'er tightly, full of fighting spirit, staring at Fang Xuan unkindly, about to start a martial arts battle.

"What a coincidence. I've just been beaten by him. Just get used to it..." Shui Bing'er said calmly.

"ha?!"

Hearing this, Huo Wu's raging fighting spirit was immediately extinguished, and he stared at Shui Bing'er with a strange expression. Was this girl's head broken? She was still so calm after being beaten.

"By the way, Fang Xuan, did you also hear about that "artifact" when you went out this time?" Shui Bing'er looked at Fang Xuan curiously.

"Sacred weapon? What divine weapon?!" Fang Xuan was stunned, feeling a little confused.

"Just two days ago, Tiandou Auction House let out the news that they had obtained a god-level treasure internally, and it would be auctioned publicly today!" Shui Bing'er explained.

"God-level treasure...artifact?!"

Fang Xuan was stunned.