I sell pots in Douluo

Chapter 62 The fate of the world and the wish to conquer the devil

Others don’t know about Yu Xiaogang, how can he, Flender, not know about it?

If you don’t practice well, you will just make some poisonous chicken soup every day.

Even Flanders found it hard to understand what Tang Hao was thinking, and actually asked Tang San to worship Yu Xiaogang as his disciple and learn theoretical knowledge. This was so unimaginable.

Isn’t it good to teach yourself?

On the other hand, after hearing what Flanders said, Tang San's expression froze.

Originally, he still had more poisonous chicken soup in his stomach and planned to comfort Oscar, Dai Mubai and others, but he couldn't say it out

"Teacher, Dai Mubai fainted."

At this time, Ma Hongjun suddenly said.

"Don't be nervous, this is normal. Dai Mubai is not a defensive soul master after all. With Ning Rongrong's attack strength, there will indeed be problems if you resist hard. However, if you can't die yet, send him back to the dormitory to rest."

After Flanders finished speaking, he waved his hands absentmindedly and turned to leave.

He had to think carefully about what he would do if Ning Rongrong really came back to slap him in the face in the future?

"Use money to create happiness. This is the correct wording."

"Brother, there is that magical jar shop ahead."

On the busiest street in Wuhun City, not far from Lin Xiao's shop, Demon-Conquering Douluo saw the words on the door of the shop clearly, and his eyes were full of surprise and expectation.

Next to him was Qianjun Douluo, who was almost identical to him in both appearance and clothing.

"According to what Ghost Leopard, Snake Spear, and Demon Bear said, the owner of this shop has a mysterious origin, and his strength is unfathomable. You must remember not to be reckless."

Qianjun Douluo warned his younger brother.

"Brother, I understand all this even if you don't tell me. I suspect that this shop owner is probably a strong man who is not weaker than the Great Enshrinement. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to tinker with these magical things."

Demon-Conquering Douluo nodded heavily.

Being reckless doesn't mean being stupid.

After witnessing many miracles, he would not risk his own life to challenge the mysterious shop owner's bottom line.

"That's fine."

Qianjun Douluo nodded and walked towards the shop with his younger brother.

At this time, Demon-Conquering Douluo's voice sounded again: "Brother, I heard today that Ghost Leopard Douluo has opened a new product. It is a jar that can produce a large amount of gold coins. He opened two of them from it.

There are one and a half million gold soul coins."

"Two and a half million gold soul coins? That much money?"

Qianjun Douluo was really surprised, but soon he frowned: "I don't even want money anymore. Now I am more and more curious about what this boss is after."

Demon-Conquering Douluo looked left and right, and after making sure there was no one around, he used his ability to make a sound line and secretly transmitted the message: "Brother, do you think it is possible that he is doing it to develop followers?"

believer?

Qianjun Douluo was shocked when he heard this, this involves a taboo.

He also sent a message: "This is a big deal, so don't talk nonsense."

"When we experience the magic of the small shop for ourselves, we will report this place to the big worshiper and let him decide how to deal with it."

"Um."

Demon-Conquering Douluo also nodded solemnly.

You know, if his guess is true, then this shop owner will become the enemy of Wuhun Palace.

However, such a powerful and mysterious enemy is likely to be a disaster for Wuhun Palace.

As they walked, the two of them arrived at the door.

I can clearly hear voices coming from the store.

"Hey, are you a black shop?"

"I gave you 100,000 gold soul coins, and you actually gave me an aquamarine? It's only worth three to four hundred gold soul coins at most. You're selling me 100,000 gold soul coins. You're too shady!"

"Give me your money, I won't play anymore!"

In the small shop, someone obviously had a broken mentality because of the can.

However, as the voice fell, Qianjun and Jiangmo clearly felt a wave of soul power appear in the shop.

The aura is not strong, just like the Soul Sect.

Hiss, that guy not only screamed, but also dared to do something in the shop?

Tired of living?

The two of them were shocked and curious at the same time.

"roll!"

The next moment, an extremely cold voice came from the shop, and then a figure flew out.

Qianjun and Jiangmo also looked over.

I saw a young man who looked like an iron tower and fell heavily to the ground.

There was blood overflowing from his mouth and nose, some dents appeared on his chest, and the blood dyed the skirt of his clothes red.

It can be seen that the ribs are broken.

Da da da.

A sound of footsteps came from the small shop again, and everyone looked at the sound again, only to see Lin Xiao coming to the door, looking coldly at the young man who looked like an iron tower outside the hall.

in silence.

"good very good."

"Today's shame has been recorded by Hu Yanli of the Xiangjia Sect. Just wait for me. I will definitely come to deal with it soon."

The young man who called himself Yanli struggled to stand up and staggered away.

It's like running away.

And at this time.

The people outside the store reacted.

"That boy is from the Elephant Armor Sect? That is a powerful sect, famous in Douluo Continent."

"It's over! The shop owner listens to my advice. You'd better pack your things and run away. If you're too late, it'll be too late. Hu Yanzhen, the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, is a powerful Contra. That Hu Yanli is his favorite grandson."

"What's wrong with the Elephant Armor Sect? The shop owner is right. Besides opening a store in Wuhun City, the Elephant Armor Sect can't reach here no matter how long its arms are, right?"

"You don't understand this. It is said that the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect is very close to the Wuhun Palace, and he has a close relationship with a certain Platinum Bishop. Do you mean he is a relative or a counselor?"

Everyone was talking about it.

Who would have thought that that guy was Hu Yanli from the Xiangjia Sect?

No wonder you are so arrogant!

But if he doesn't know how to handle himself, don't blame me for not practicing martial ethics.

Anyway, I still have a few Lao Suo dolls and I don’t know what to do with them.

Lin Xiao didn't care about this, and stood at the door and asked: "Do you still have anyone to open the can? If no one opens, I will close the door."

"etc."

"Boss, our brothers want to open the can."

At this time, Demon-Conquering Douluo spoke up.

Lin Xiao looked over, a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, two people came at once, and they both looked very old.

But, as the old saying goes.

It doesn’t matter how old you are if you have ambition, and it doesn’t matter how old you are when you open a can.

A signature smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Welcome, two customers, please come in."

Come to the store.

Demon-Jiang Douluo took the initiative to introduce: "Boss, my name is Jiang Mo, and this is my brother Qianjun. You don't need to see me outside."

It's true. Lin Xiao, the two major worshipers of Wuhun Palace, nodded and said: "To put it simply, except for the jar with purple patterns in the middle, it is a lucky prayer jar, which can only be purchased in our store thirty times or more.

The remaining jars are worth one hundred thousand gold soul coins, so you can choose them at will."

"Lucky prayer jar, what's the point?"

Demon-Conquering Douluo is puzzled.

"Of course there is a saying that in this jar, you choose to get the rare items you want."

"Amplifier also works?"

"certainly."

After hearing Lin Xiao's affirmative answer, the two brothers immediately became excited.

This means that with a maximum of three million gold soul coins, there is hope of breaking through to level ninety-seven titled Douluo?

Soon.

It’s really fast!

The day is not far away when we can kick four offerings, punch three offerings, and join forces with a stick to beat two offerings!

I'm coming.

Two thousand words, more than three hours.

I tried my best.

(End of chapter)