Gourd of Douluo

The vendor and stall owner saw off Wang Xiaofeng with a charming smile on his face, carrying a torn sack in one hand and a beautifully packaged box in the other.

Wang Xiaofeng glanced at the bag, which contained a bunch of unknown ores belonging to Hei Qiuqiu. He put them into the soul guide, preparing to go back and ask Tang San if they were worth the money.

As for the threat from the fat man from Barak Royal Academy, Wang Xiaofeng didn't take it to heart at all.

The beast tide broke out in the past two years, and Balak Wuhun Branch Hall and Soto City issued many tasks.

At that time, the most fierce competition for the task with Shrek was the group of students from Barak Royal Academy who came to Soto City for training.

Unfortunately, although their number is several times that of Shrek, Wang Xiaofeng and the others can complete one task perfectly almost every day. If the task is simple, they can even complete three or four tasks in one day.

But the students of Barak Royal Academy have to spend two days or even three days to complete a single task.

The efficiency of both parties is no longer at the same level.

Moreover, students from Barak Royal Academy always have an inexplicable sense of arrogance when doing tasks.

This actually doesn't matter. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, soul masters are indeed a superior profession.

However, even if the group of students from Barak Royal Academy failed in the mission, they would still act like, "It's not my fault, it's all your fault for not being able to explain the mission clearly." They looked arrogant and arrogant. .

Therefore, with the surge in the number of completed tasks, the reputation of Shrek Academy in the surrounding towns of Soto City gradually tends to overwhelm Barak Royal Academy.

In addition, Flanders and the Balak Kingdom had some unpleasant quarrels in the past few years. The Balak Royal Academy was constantly stumbling behind the scenes. Seeing that Shrek was on the rise, they were very afraid that Flanders would retaliate against them.

Therefore, some villains in the team had some bad intentions and secretly issued a mission in a fake name with more money and less trouble.

Flanders didn't know it was a trap, so he quickly grabbed it.

Then, when Wang Xiaofeng and the others ran to the mission location, they were surrounded by more than a dozen students from Balak Royal Academy, and there were even two forty-level Soul Sect teachers standing by.

That was the most enjoyable battle Wang Xiaofeng had ever fought.

It takes no effort at all to defeat a group of students in their twenties and thirties with little combat experience. It is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow, pressing them to the ground and rubbing them.

It's just that the teacher on the other side's raid didn't follow martial arts ethics, so two middle-aged men in their forties actually bullied a group of children under the age of fifteen.

In order to severely injure the two soul sects, Wang Xiaofeng paid the price with four broken ribs, and Dai Mubai even broke an arm and a leg.

I ended up eating sausages for a week before I managed to recover.

From then on, whenever Wang Xiaofeng and the others encountered students from Barak Royal Academy in the wild and uninhabited land, they would beat them up without saying a word.

The number of people who were beaten by Wang Xiaofeng were in their 30s or 40s.

Therefore, even if the other party has some unexpected encounters and greatly improves his strength, Wang Xiaofeng will not let him down.

My surname is neither Xiao nor Shi. I really want to turn the world upside down.

After picking up a small leak, Wang Xiaofeng was convinced that there were indeed good things here, but it was just a test of his eyesight.

So he walked more slowly. No matter what stall it was, he would walk over and take a look.

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Ma Hongjun made a long circle, so much so that he couldn't even recognize the road clearly, and unknowingly arrived at a remote corner.

"I'm so hungry. Why haven't I seen a restaurant? Don't people here eat?" Ma Hongjun touched his stomach and wailed.

"By the way, where is this place?" Ma Hongjun realized that he no longer knew where he was, and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let's find someone to ask for directions."

I don’t know if he walked too far, but Ma Hongjun walked for two minutes without seeing a single person.

Finally, after searching carefully, he finally found a small stall deep in the alley.

There was a middle-aged man sleeping soundly behind the stall.

Although a pair of large sunglasses covered most of his face, making it unclear whether he was awake or asleep, the saliva flowing around his mouth showed that he was sleeping soundly.

Ma Hongjun looked at the cloth strips hanging on the stall, "It can calculate the rise and fall of the world, and know the good or bad luck of fate...it seems very powerful."

"Hey, uncle, don't sleep. Do you know..." Ma Hongjun slapped the table, waking the other party up. Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged uncle covered his mouth.

"Little brother, ask me if I know?" The middle-aged man wiped his saliva quietly and stood up suddenly.

"Of course I know! What are the characteristics of the ten thousand-year-old soul beast that lives in that forest? What are the characteristics of the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast, and how to catch it? How many titled Douluo are there on the mainland? What are their hobbies? Their families There are a few trees in front of me, is my son my biological child?"

"I know all the above issues."

"In addition, I am also a part-time fortune teller. Whether it is your future, marriage, career, or family... I know everything."

"So, this handsome little fat man, what do you want to know?"

"Bah, bah, bah." Ma Hongjun wiped his mouth and looked speechlessly at the middle-aged man who was frantically adding drama to him, "I just want to know where to buy food."

"Uh..." The middle-aged man suddenly had black lines on his head.

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