I was in Douluo, and Tang San stole my home at the beginning

Chapter 374 Senior, can you please stop slapping me in the face?

Outside Wuhun City.

"What a coincidence!" Zhu Wu, who was still high in the sky, glanced at the city gate below and raised his eyebrows.

He was wearing a short black robe, with black hair parted in the middle, soft features and a firm gaze. He had to admit that the 18-year-old Yu Xiaogang had a good temperament. Although he was not very handsome, he was pleasing to the eye and looked like a warm man who was easy to get along with.

"I don't know if Yu Xiaogang's personality when he was young is the same as in the main world."

"It's still early for Tang San to be born, so there's plenty of time. It's nice to have some fun."

With a slight smile, he floated down to the ground.

He strode towards the city gate and lined up in the back queue behind Yu Xiaogang.

The Spirit Hall stipulates that only spirit masters can enter and leave the Spirit City, but at this time, the Spirit Hall branches have not yet been fully popularized in various villages and towns, so there are still many idle spirit masters who are not registered with the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, the review process does not only require proof from a soul master.

But this was the first question the soul master guarding the city asked. After all, most of the soul masters coming to Wuhun City were soul masters from the Wuhun Hall.

"Please show me your soul master certificate." Cheng Wei said politely.

The Spirit Hall was relatively low-key during this period. After all, it had to maintain a good image in order to attract spirit masters, Zhu Wu thought to himself.

"Sorry, no." Yu Xiaogang, who happened to be the next in line, said calmly, "Use the test crystal to prove it."

It is not appropriate for him to display his martial spirit in public.

"The inferiority complex in your bones hasn't changed." Zhu Wu sighed. He naturally understood that Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to display his martial soul and spirit ring.

The image of Wuhun is really not that good, and I’m afraid of being laughed at.

Within sight, Cheng Wei swiftly picked up a bowl-sized test crystal from the table next to him and handed it over.

Yu Xiaogang did not hesitate, raised his right hand and put it on, and a blue light soon lit up.

"Soul power level 25." Zhu Wu saw it clearly.

There is not much difference from the main world. In the original work, Yu Xiaogang's first two soul rings were hunted with the help of his family. Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even defeat a 400-year-old mandrake snake, couldn't get the best soul ring by himself.

"Can I go in now?" Yu Xiaogang's calm voice came.

"Please." Although his own cultivation level was Soul Master, stronger than the person in front of him, the guard still maintained a polite attitude.

Of course, I still feel that the man in front of me is a bit pretentious. If you don't have the ability, can't you be more polite when speaking?
If they weren't in Wuhun City, he would have beaten them up long ago.

Yu Xiaogang just nodded slightly and strode into the city gate.

Zhu Wu withdrew his gaze and waited for his turn.

Soon, he came in front of the guard, who, as usual, asked for his soul master certificate.

"I am an idle soul master." Zhu Wu said: "Use crystal to test it."

He had already fused martial spirits and spirit rings hundreds of millions of years ago. Moreover, although his clone was created with a drop of blood, his cultivation was definitely at the god level, and he didn't need martial spirits and spirit rings at all. Moreover, at such an old age, he still went to the Soul Master Academy to be a student and play pure?

He can't bring himself to do that!
"Wait a moment." The guard nodded and took the crystal from the side again.

Zhu Wu put his hand on it, exerted a little force, white light burst out, and the crystal cracked instantly.

“???” Everyone present, including the guards, were collectively shocked.

As far as they know, the bearing capacity of this crystal seems to be level 50. How come it cracks when touched?

I couldn't help but look up at Zhu Wu. He was handsome and vigorous, and he looked to be 18 years old. At this age, he was a Soul King!? What a joke!
"Well, I'm sorry." Zhu Wu withdrew his hand with a helpless look on his face, and pretended to be cool at the right time.

"No, no need." The guard came to his senses and said hurriedly, then turned slightly and said politely: "Please!"

Then Zhu Wu raised his right hand, and a cloth bag appeared out of thin air in his palm. He handed it over and said seriously, "This is compensation."

"I don't like owing people anything, take it."

He is so rich, could he be a disciple of some sect? The guard was a little suspicious, but he still took it politely.

Zhu Wu then strode towards the city gate.

The guard watched Zhu Wu walk away, then handed the crystal ball to his colleague behind him and gave him a look.

The colleague understood and immediately turned and ran into the city. An 18-year-old soul king, this is no joke, I must report it!
"Should we go directly to the Pope's Palace or go to the Wuhun Academy first?" said Zhu Wuxin, who had already walked into the city gate.

"Forget it, let's go have a meal first. There's nothing interesting to see in the Spirit Hall Academy now anyway. If I go there, I'll just watch Yu Xiaogang take out the family token to show off. It will be fun when Yu Xiaogang actually joins the academy." Thinking this way, he strode forward.

Release your spiritual awareness while walking.

As he expected, Yu Xiaogang rushed to the gate of Wuhun Hall Academy and showed his family identity token to the gatekeeper. Then, he was invited to the dean's office by the gatekeeper.

Afterwards, Yu Xiaogang successfully obtained the dean's consent in the name of exchange and stayed in the college temporarily.

"He keeps saying he's leaving the family and doesn't rely on them, but when something happens, he relies on them."

Zhu Zu shook his head, withdrew his spiritual sense, and strode towards the nearest hotel.

At the same time, inside the Papal Palace.

Qianxunji held the cracked crystal ball in his hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "That person said he was an idle soul master?"

“Yes, Your Holiness,” the guard said respectfully.

Qianxunji nodded slightly, "Go down."

"Yes!" The guard bowed and turned to leave.

"Teacher." Bibi Dong, the girl standing next to Qianxunji, said, "An 18-year-old soul king, isn't this too incredible?"

Whether it is her who possesses twin martial souls, or the twin stars Tang Hao and Tang Xiao of the Haotian Sect, none of them have such strength at this age.

"It's really incredible." Qianxun nodded quickly, then turned to look at Ghost Douluo beside him.

"Ghost Elder, go and take a look. Remember, don't alarm the other party for the time being."

"Yes, Your Holiness." Ghost Douluo bowed slightly, turned and walked out of the hall.

"Your Majesty, could this 18-year-old Soul King be from some hidden force?" Ju Douluo who was standing on the other side couldn't help but murmur.

"No matter what, we must not alert the enemy before we figure it out. He dares to come to Wuhun City alone, so he must have something to rely on." Qianxunji spoke with a gleam in his eyes, "Or maybe he is really an idle soul master, and this time he came to join our Wuhun Palace."

It would be bad if it left a bad impression or even scared them away.

Anyway, people have already entered Wuhun City, so let's just keep an eye on the situation first.

"That will definitely be a great joyous event for our Spirit Hall." Ju Douluo said with a smile.

Bibi Dong's eyes were full of beauty. She was very interested in this strange soul king. You know, she is only 19 years old and her soul power is only level 49. This is the result of her own talent and the full training of the Spirit Hall. If the man is really an idle soul master, he can achieve such an achievement without any help from any force. It can only mean that the other party's talent is better than her who has twin spirits.

She really wanted to meet such a person, and it would be best if she could compete with him.

While thinking, there were footsteps outside the door.

"Yu Xiaogang, Yu Yuanzhen's useless son?" After listening to the report from the academy teacher, Qian Xunji was very confused. It was very strange that Yu Yuanzhen's son came to his Wuhun Hall academy as an exchange student, and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family didn't even inform him in advance.

"Let him live in the academy first." He immediately said: "Also, send someone to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family to ask Master Yu."

"Yes, Your Holiness." The academy teacher said respectfully.

"Teacher, I don't have anything else to do. Let's go back to the academy with you." Bibi Dong followed closely.

Qianxunji smiled slightly and said lovingly, "Okay."

He has no heir so far, and his smart and well-behaved disciple Bibi Dong is his daughter.

Of course, talent played a decisive role in being accepted as his disciple.

If the twin martial spirits can grow up, the Haotian twins are all rubbish, and his disciple is the strongest. At the same time, it is also an opportunity to break the current balance between the Wuhun Hall and the Haotian Sect. He has great hopes for this disciple.

He doesn't seek to become a god, but just wants to become a level 99 peerless Douluo like his father and lead the Spirit Hall to a higher level. His talent is not bad, but he has no confidence in reaching level 99. In the future, he can only rely on this disciple to support the team.

The Haotian twins, especially Tang Hao, according to their father, are very likely to cultivate to the same level as Tang Chen.

Two peerless people in one family is definitely not what he wants to see, which is also the reason why he has been devoting all these years to training his disciple Bibi Dong.

And now there is an 18-year-old unknown Soul King. If he can be brought into the Spirit Hall and trained well, the hope of overcoming the Haotian Sect in the future will be greater. Thinking of this, he inexplicably felt expectations in his heart, and he really hoped that this young Soul King would join the Spirit Hall.

Taking advantage of the constant friction between the two empires, he has been working hard over the years to build a good reputation for the Spirit Hall.

In his early years, with the support of his father, he stepped up his efforts to eliminate fallen soul masters. Later, he opened branch halls to help civilians awaken their martial souls, spread the teachings of angels, and save the dying and the wounded.

Now it has achieved some results, and more and more soul masters are choosing to join.

However, it has recently aroused the vigilance of the two empires.

Thinking of this, I felt helpless.

Although this result was expected, it was still a pity to miss such a great opportunity. "Goodbye, teacher." Bibi Dong smiled and followed the academy teacher out of the Pope's Palace.

On the other side, Zhu Wu was eating and drinking to his heart's content.

After eating and drinking, he strode towards the Pope's Palace.

"Are you here to join my Spirit Hall?" Ghost Douluo, who was observing in secret, had his eyes flickering and followed closely.

Zhu Wu naturally sensed something, but ignored it and continued walking on his own, admiring the scenery in the city.

After a while, we arrived safely at the foot of the Pope's Hill.

The palace guard knight, who had arrived first and informed by Ghost Douluo, bowed politely when he saw people arriving.

"Are you here to see His Holiness the Pope?"

"That's right." Zhu Wu nodded, "Please pass it on."

"Please follow me, sir." The Palace Guardian slightly turned his body and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you for your trouble." Zhu Wu nodded slightly and followed.

Soon, the two men reached the top of the Pope's Hill and came to the square in front of the Pope's Palace.

"No need to go in." Zhu Wu suddenly said.

The palace guard was stunned, turned around, and said politely: "I don't know, sir."

"Qian Xunji, I am here to challenge you, come out." Zhu Wu's calm voice suddenly spread throughout the entire Pope's Palace.

“???” Qian Xunji, who was sitting in the Pope’s Palace, was stunned, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were also stunned in the audience.

Behind the Pope's Palace, in the offering hall, Qian Daoliu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of the angel god, suddenly opened his eyes. The offerings outside the hall either stopped or stood up, then turned to look towards the Pope's Palace. They all heard this voice.

Someone actually came to challenge the Pope.

They looked at each other and rushed over to check.

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu's body flashed with golden light and he also disappeared inside the hall.

"Let's go and take a look." Inside the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji frowned, glanced at Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, then stood up and strode out.

Outside the palace, Zhu Wu looked at the shocked palace guards in front of him and said with a smile, "Thank you for leading the way. You can go down first."

"." The Palace Guardian Knight was conflicted. He dared to challenge the Pope so blatantly. Even a fool could guess that the young man in front of him was definitely not as simple or young as he looked. He was most likely an old monster with a Titled Douluo.

It was definitely a sin to make loud noises in front of the Pope's palace, but he certainly couldn't go and beat anyone up.

But he did not dare to leave casually, so he bowed slightly and stepped aside to wait.

With a creak, the door opened, and Qianxunji, with a dignified look, strode out with the two elders, Ju and Gui.

"Go down first." Qianxunji glanced at the palace guard and said calmly.

"Yes, Your Holiness." The Knight of the Palace breathed a sigh of relief, saluted and left.

Qianxunji then turned around to look at Zhu Wu, glanced up and down, frowned slightly and said: "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"To be precise, I want to beat you up." Zhu Wu smiled.

In his previous life, he had wanted to beat up the Douluo in the Secret Chamber, and now that he saw it with his own eyes, he certainly couldn’t miss it.

"Arrogant!" Ju Douluo shouted.

Zhu Wu glanced at him and said calmly, "Juhuaguan, get out of the way. Be careful or I'll beat you up too."

The veins on Ju Douluo's forehead suddenly bulged. Juhuaguan, what an ugly nickname!
Just as he was about to rush forward, Qianxunji raised his hand to stop him. His eyes remained on Zhu Wu, and he frowned and said, "I don't think I have seen you before?"

"I've definitely never seen it." Zhu Wu nodded, "I've only heard about it in the past."

Qianxunji's face turned unhappy, and he continued, "Just hearing about it means that we have to resort to force to avoid making mistakes."

"After seeing you today, I found that you are indeed not as bad as the rumors said." Seeing that Qianxunji had not lost his temper yet, Zhu Wu nodded slightly, "However, I still can't help but want to beat you up. Just treat it as a normal sparring match. If you are strong enough, you don't need to be beaten."

"May I ask your name?" Qianxun asked quickly.

"Yingtian." Zhu Wu replied: "He was once given the title of Dragon God."

Titled Douluo? So young! Qianxunji's expression changed, and he subconsciously asked, "Are you a senior of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family?"

"No." Zhu Wu said calmly, "You are a bunch of reptiles that are not worthy of being associated with me."

Damn it, who is this gossiper who is saying bad things about me outside? Qianxunji cursed in his heart, saying that he dared to come to my house and shout that he would beat him up, and even compared the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family to reptiles. He didn't think that the "young man" in front of him was a psychopath who didn't know how to live or die.

On the top floor of the Pope's Palace, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. He had never heard of someone named Yingtian, with the title Dragon God, and who looked so young.

"Qian Daoliu, and the others, if you want to watch the battle, just come down and watch. There's no need to hide up there." Zhu Wu's voice came.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu frowned immediately, then he flew out of the floor with a kick, followed closely by the priests behind him.

Qian Xunji below was startled and thought to himself, oh no, he discovered his father so easily, his strength must be extraordinary.

He might really get a beating today!

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other and remained silent. The former lowered his head slightly, pretending that he saw nothing.

I was impulsive, I was impulsive just now, this guy is a fucking old monster!

However, how did he achieve such a long-lasting beauty? Ju Douluo said he really wanted to know.

The next second, Qian Daoliu came in front of him, bowed slightly, and said politely, "Brother Yingtian, is there a misunderstanding about this matter?"

"No need to waste time talking." Zhu Wu raised his hand, "I keep my word. Today, I will fight you no matter what. If you are not convinced, you can come together!"

So awesome? Ju Douluo was shocked.

"In order to avoid being accused of bullying you, I will not use my martial soul and spirit ring this time." Zhu Wu's voice rose again.

"Come on." With a flash of silver light on his body, he had already arrived above the Pope's Palace.

Teleport? Self-created soul skills? Everyone was shocked.

Who is it that is slandering my son? Qian Daoliu was very confused and turned to look at Qian Xunji.

Did he do something shameful behind my back?
Qianxunji understood the look in his eyes immediately and quickly explained, "Father, I haven't left Wuhun City for a long time."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, and then said: "Just do your best."

In any case, it's better to let my son give it a try.

Qian Xunji was depressed, but since his father had spoken and there were so many people watching around, as the Pope he had to accept the challenge no matter what.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and flew up into the sky, quickly came to the opposite side of Zhu Wu, and bowed slightly, "Senior, please teach me."

"Go all out." Zhu Wu said calmly.

Qianxunji bowed slightly again, then called out his martial spirit to possess him, and shouted softly: "Martial spirit true body!"

Nine soul rings suddenly appeared under his feet.

"The fifth soul skill, the Holy Sword of Angels! The eighth soul skill, the Angel Light Blade!" He raised his right hand to hold the sword, and fifteen golden lightsabers appeared around his body. They then quickly gathered together above his head, turning into a giant golden sword held in the hand of the angel's real body.

He chopped towards Zhu Wu in front without hesitation.

"Your soul skill is such a waste of time." Zhu Wu commented calmly, raised his right hand slightly, and caught the giant blade with his bare hands.

"How is this possible!" Qianxunji looked somewhat unbelievable.

The people watching the fight below also changed their expressions, some were solemn, some were shocked.

Then Zhu Wu lightly pinched his five fingers, and the giant blade suddenly shattered, and then he turned his palm and lightly grabbed it.

Silently, a phantom of a dragon claw several hundred meters wide appeared above Qianxunji's body, covering the sky and the sun, giving him no chance to fly away. It directly grabbed Qianxunji, who had a terrified look on his face, and then swung him violently, throwing him straight to the center of the square below.

With the huge force pushing him, he descended so fast that he couldn't move at all. The strong wind blew on his face and even the golden crown on his head was blown away.

"Bang!" With a loud sound, a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground.

So fierce! Ju Douluo was frightened and his legs tightened. He regretted his previous rude words.

The next second, Zhu Wu lightly swung his right fist towards the pit.

The air in front seemed to be squeezed, distorted in the sunlight, and countless illusory fist shadows appeared, which then sank into the deep pit one after another.

"Hiss." In order to maintain his dignity, Qianxunji, who was lying in the pit, gritted his teeth and endured it. He did not show any anger at Zhu Wu's beating.

Senior, can you please not slap me in the face? He really wanted to say this, but his old face was slapped one after another, and he couldn't say it at all.

(End of this chapter)