Ronin from Douluo

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Titled Douluo!

Looking at the old man in white in the sky, and the nine soul rings shining around his body, the middle-aged soul saint couldn't help but swallow, cold sweat like beans kept falling from his forehead, and his eyes were clouded.

Full of fear.

How could there be a strong man at the level of Titled Douluo? That guy is a disciple of Titled Douluo, and he really hit the wall this time. The face of the middle-aged Soul Saint was full of fear, facing a Titled Douluo

, he is a little soul saint who doesn’t even have the ability to resist. His life and death are all under his control.

And the auction house will not offend a powerful Titled Douluo level person just because he is a Soul Saint.

Soul masters who have cultivated to such a level are transcendent existences in themselves. Worldly laws and rules cannot restrain such people at all. Even the imperial power will not be looked down upon.

With his powerful strength, Titled Douluo himself is the one who makes the rules. Such a existence is not something that their auction house can afford to offend.

The only one who can deal with Titled Douluo is Titled Douluo.

In addition to Ning Fengzhi, a Titled Douluo-level figure appeared here, shocking everyone present.

Ning Fengzhi originally planned to stop him, but he didn't expect Sword Douluo to take the first step to warn him, which made Ning Fengzhi a little helpless. But think about it, although his two elders are always at odds with each other, they have a protective temper.

, but they were surprisingly unanimous. He should have expected that Sword Douluo would take action to save Zeng Yi.

Tang San and Xiao Wu were both very surprised by Sword Douluo's appearance. They both knew Sword Douluo and knew that Zeng Yi was his disciple. Since Sword Douluo appeared, Zeng Yi was not in any danger. This was true

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zeng Yi, on the other hand, stared blankly at the familiar figure. He never thought that his cheap master would appear in such a place.

Also, what's going on with this appearance, these lines, and Ling Ao's momentum? Why are you so skilled? Do you pretend to be so natural?

I've already asked you to pretend, so what should I pretend to be? Could it be that the atmosphere I created in the past was just to pave the way for your final appearance?

Zeng Yi looked at Sword Douluo's back and complained crazily in his heart.

The aura of the titled Douluo permeated the entire auction venue, and the air became extremely oppressive and heavy. There was also a cold sword intent. Compared with the sword intent that had been released before, it was simply a piece of cake.

The sky and the earth were so heavy that some people collapsed on the ground, almost out of breath.

Sword Douluo stood in the air, looked at the Soul Sage condescendingly, and said lightly: "What? Didn't you say you wanted to teach my disciples a lesson for me? Are you so silent now?"

"Senior, no, your Majesty, Titled Douluo, has misunderstood. I don't know that this young hero is your disciple. Otherwise, you wouldn't dare even if you gave me a hundred courages." Faced with the oppression of Titled Douluo,

, the middle-aged Soul Saint could only stand reluctantly, grinning with difficulty, and smiled flatteringly.

Seeing the middle-aged soul saint's attitude change 180 degrees, just like a dog, a flash of disdain flashed in Zeng Yi's eyes.

He has cultivated to the realm of Soul Saint, and he has only this bit of backbone? He is a man, just touch him! If I have the cultivation of Soul Saint realm, and a titled Douluo dares to talk to me like this, see if I don’t cut him with a sword.

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However, there was also a look of gloating on Zeng Yi's face. He was still waiting for his cheap master to teach this soul saint a lesson. If the soul saint begged for mercy like this and the master had no desire to take action, then it would be a bit of a loss.

Seeing someone you are unhappy with being beaten will make you feel very comfortable.

"snort!"

Sword Douluo snorted coldly. The pressure that originally poured on the middle-aged Soul Saint made it difficult for him to support it. Now it suddenly increased. The pressure was like a mountain. In an instant, the middle-aged Soul Saint fell to his knees on the ground, his knees hitting the ground.

The floor was cracked and blood was leaking out.

"Senior, have mercy on me! Senior, have mercy on me! As long as you spare my life, I am willing to pay any price!"

Sword Douluo was the first to kill. Facing the fear of death, the middle-aged Soul Saint began to mentally collapse. He kept kowtowing to Sword Douluo and begging for mercy, hoping to spare his life.

Chen Xin looked at the man begging for mercy with indifference and said nothing. Soon, some more figures appeared in the auction venue, standing next to the soul saint who was kneeling on the ground.

None of these people's strength is lower than the Soul Saint level, and one even has the strength of the Soul Douluo level.

The aura of a powerful Titled Douluo appeared in the auction house. How could it not attract their attention? After discovering the aura of Sword Douluo, they rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

However, a Titled Douluo is a Titled Douluo after all. There are many Soul Masters below the title, but they will not have much effect. Not to mention Sword Douluo, a ninety-sixth level super Douluo, whether it is a Soul Douluo,

He is still a Soul Saint. To him, he is not much different from an insect.

And just when these people appeared, Ning Fengzhi came over with Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"I've met Sect Master Ning, Sword Douluo." These people said in unison, bowing respectfully to the two of them.

Zeng Yi was not surprised when he saw Tang San and Xiao Wu. After all, Tang San's hidden weapons had been auctioned before, and Zeng Yi had guessed that the two would be here.

As for this middle-aged man with handsome appearance and elegant temperament, since these people call him Sect Master Ning, he must be the Sect Master of Qibao Glazed Sect and Ning Rongrong's father.

Zeng Yi couldn't help but look at Ning Fengzhi, and he seemed to notice Zeng Yi's gaze, turned his head and looked over, smiled at Zeng Yi and nodded.

Ning Fengzhi also nodded to Xue Qinghe, because Xue Qinghe was his student. As for why Xue Qinghe got together with Zeng Yi, he was also surprised, but he was not entangled. When this matter is over, he will naturally understand it.

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Sword Douluo looked at the people in front of him nonchalantly, as if he had noticed that they would appear.

"What, you want to stop me?" Sword Douluo asked, and the voice mixed with soul power shocked the hearts of several people, causing them to take a step back.

An old man stood up. He was the most powerful among these people, with a Contra-level cultivation. The old man said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Sword Douluo, this is the new guy who came recently, and he doesn't understand.

As a rule, please Sir, please let him go once."

After hearing this, Sword Douluo couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile and said: "Duhunsheng, are you still new here? Do you really think I am easy to fool?"

After the last word fell, the Contra felt a terrifying soul power hit his chest. He couldn't help but let out a dull groan, and stepped back five steps uncontrollably. His face was extremely pale, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

, the body staggered, but fortunately someone caught him in time, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

At this time, the old man realized that even though he was a high-level Soul Douluo and was only a hair away from a Titled Douluo, facing a truly powerful Titled Douluo, he was just like a powerless child.

There is no ability to resist at all.

The old man let go of the support of several people and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Sword Douluo, it was me who offended him. We will leave this person to your disposal. Whether you want to kill him or scrape him, I will obey your orders."

"No, no, no! Old Ming, help me! I don't want to die!" The middle-aged Soul Saint shouted crazily. Originally, he still had hope that we could live in peace and harmony, but the old man's words have destroyed his life.

Hope was dashed.

Faced with the Soul Saint's cry for mercy, Sword Douluo ignored it. Instead, he turned to look at his disciple, Zeng Yi, and asked, "Disciple, what do you think we should do with him?"

Hearing that Sword Douluo handed over the decision-making power to Zeng Yi, the Soul Saint's heart ignited hope again, thinking that this was a young man who was not so murderous and might be able to spare his life.

But Zeng Yi's words confirmed that he was desperate for once.

"Why do you still keep this kind of person? Just kill him." Zeng Yi immediately announced the death of this middle-aged Soul Saint without even thinking about it.

Zeng Yi's decisive answer surprised Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe, Tang San and Xiao Wu. They did not expect Zeng Yi to be so decisive in killing.

In Zeng Yi's opinion, these hateful human traffickers are even more hateful than those bandits, and it would be best if they all died. If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have destroyed the auction house overnight, and would have just

Kill this person?

Moreover, Zeng Yi can be sure that these people have harmed countless civilians and done many evil things behind their backs. Killing these people, Zeng Yi does not feel any psychological burden at all.

"Since you don't speak, I'll assume that you agree, then I'll take action." Zeng Yi said with a smile, stepped forward, and slowly pulled out the silver blade from its sheath.

He has already come to cause trouble today, should he still save face for the other party?

Is this possible?

Watching Zeng Yi walking step by step with the blade, he was like a god of death. Every step he took was like stepping in his heart, making him so depressed that he couldn't breathe. Finally, the middle-aged soul saint couldn't bear it anymore, and his soul power surged crazily.

He got up and wanted to fight to the death.

Although he knew that he would die in the end, he thought it would not be a bad idea to replace this boy's life.

The soul master at the auction house who was very close to the middle-aged soul saint noticed his strange movements, but did not stop his behavior. He still hoped that he could succeed in the sneak attack.

But his actions were in vain. Sword Douluo noticed his strange movement immediately, and his titled Douluo-level soul power instantly suppressed him to the ground, unable to move.

Zeng Yi, on the other hand, had already walked to the man's side, raised his silver blade high, and slashed down with ruthless indifference in his dark eyes.

Swish

A stream of blood was picked up, and the head rolled off.

Everyone looked at this scene in silence.

After arriving for a long time, the old Contra man from the auction house spoke up and quickly asked someone to clean up the body.

"You should be satisfied now." The old man said to Zeng Yi. Although his attitude was very respectful, Zeng Yi could still hear the deep hatred hidden in his words.

But Zeng Yi didn't care, because his fist was bigger than theirs now, and they had to endure it no matter how hard he made things.

"Okay, let's continue with the auction now." Zeng Yi said with a smile.

"you"

The old man's eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to explode, but he had no way to vent it. This was like a slap in the face, and he wanted to sit on their heads and shit.

However, they have nothing to do. In the empire, their power is very powerful. However, they have nothing to do with the power of the sect, the Qibao Glazed Sect, which is one of the top three sects.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The old man said three good words in a row with an accent, turned around angrily, faced the shivering host on the stage, and asked him to continue the auction. Then, he immediately left the venue.

The host on the podium had no intention of continuing the auction, but faced the leader's instructions and did not dare to disobey, so he had to tremble and pick up the loudspeaker again, with a stammer in his tone, and began to bid for the iron cage.

girl.

"Then let's start the bidding. The lowest price is 100,000 gold soul coins. Each increase must not be less than 10,000 gold soul coins. Now, everyone can bid." At this time, the host no longer knew how to bid.

I had no choice but to start shouting at the original bidding price.

However, after the host shouted this sentence, the entire audience was silent. It was already this time, and the VIPs who stayed to watch the show were still in the mood to bid. Moreover, give them ten more courages,

I don’t dare to bid either.

Isn’t this an act of premature death?

At this time, Zeng Yi took out a coin, flicked his finger, and shot the coin into the hand of the host on the podium.

The host Ding Qing took a look and saw that the coin in his hand was a copper soul coin.

"I'll offer you a copper soul coin." Zeng Yi called out his bidding price in a calm tone.

After listening to Zeng Yi's words, Xue Qinghe, Tang San Xiaowu and Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but feel funny.

This guy really knows how to mess with people's mentality.

The host couldn't help but be stunned, and then his mind suddenly flashed, and he immediately said: "One copper soul coin is good! One copper soul coin once, does anyone else want to bid?"

After listening to the host's words, the VIPs present were speechless, but who dared to bid with that evil star? Do you think your life will be long?

Just like that, in a quiet atmosphere, the host shouted for the third time

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