Douluo: Huo Yuhao obtains the Flame Emperor template

Chapter 261 Zhang Lexuan: Xiaotao, who beat you like this?
The Silver Dragon King's purple eyes moved slightly. He saw Xiong Jun walking towards a man in black robes, but he didn't care. His eyes continued to fall on Huo Yuhao in the competition field.

The black-robed Zhongli Wu sipped his blood-red tea. Seeing Xiong Jun walking towards him, he warned him again with a cold tone:

"If I were you, I would never come near here again."

Zhongli Wu and several Holy Spirit elders were originally watching the match of Holy Son Huo Yuhao in the stands, when they suddenly heard a burly man with short dark blond hair not far away talking about Huo Yuhao, which attracted his attention.

In fact, there were many spectators around who were excitedly talking about Huo Yuhao.

But the three words "Lord Huo" that Xiong Jun did not hide too much made him feel a little unhappy. This is the Holy Son of their Holy Spirit Church, and Master Huo is not something a rough man like you can call him.

Behind Zhongli Wu, there was an old man wearing a black robe with dragon pattern sitting with his eyes closed.

Sensing the movement, she raised her eyes and glanced at Xiong Jun, but felt that the other party was not worthy of a second look, so she slowly closed her eyes again.

As the leader of the Holy Spirit Church, Zhongli Wu disdains to argue with Lord Xiong.

But the three words "Lord Huo" from the other party did arouse his great interest. Then he sensed it a little bit, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually a troublemaker.

So Zhongli Wu warned him not to come near, otherwise he would be rude.

Listening to Zhongli Wu's threatening words, Xiong Jun smiled. The sinister murderous aura that the other party had approached him just now was barely detectable, but he still sensed it accurately.

Xiong Jun looked back at the Red King, who was wearing a red short shirt and wide pants, with interest:

"King Chi, you can tell from the looks of it that he doesn't look like a good person, but he is really good at bluffing."

The bear moved his body, and the joints of his bones creaked. He knew at first glance that the other party was a sinister and cunning human being. It must be no good that the evil spirit approached him just now.

After stretching his body, Xiong Jun pointed at the other party and said, "Tell the truth, kid. Don't play dumb."

Zhongli Wu's eyes were gloomy: "If you know what's best for you, you shouldn't come any closer, let alone give orders to this leader!"

"Really? I'd like to see what happens if I get closer!" Xiong Jun laughed and walked step by step towards the soul master who didn't look like a good person.

Zhongli Wu heard this and saw that Xiong Jun was still approaching him, so he shook his head slightly.

Who would have thought that as the leader of the Holy Spirit Church, whose martial soul was the terrifying and powerful Death Demon Puppet, and whose cultivation was as high as level ninety-eight, there were still people who were ignorant of the danger and dared to provoke him when they came to watch the Son of God's match.

Zhongli Wu was just about to slowly stand up and get into position, ready to grab the other person with lightning speed and turn him into blood in an instant.

A dark golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the two-meter-tall iron tower-like sturdy man stood there.

boom--

"How dare you threaten me!" Xiong Jun punched the other person in the face, knocking Zhongli Wu to the ground before he stood up.

"Huh? You're so strong!" Zhongli Wu was stunned for a moment, then became angry. He, the leader of the Holy Spirit Church, always wanted everything to go his way, so he had never suffered such a loss.

Just as he was about to leap up, Xiong Jun threw him down from behind.

Zhongli Wu was knocked unconscious and dazed for a moment, not yet realizing how the other party could have such tremendous strength.

"This is too much!" Zhongli Wu was furious. He grabbed the cup of blood-red tea next to him and poured it into it.

Perhaps Zhongli Wu was still in a daze, or perhaps it was because the sturdy man looked tall, but his reaction was very quick. He dodged to the side, and the blood-red tea splashed onto the face of the old man wearing a large black robe with a dragon pattern behind him.

This person was none other than Long Xiaoyao, the Dark Holy Dragon, one of the three greatest masters in the world. He frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Zhongli Wu and Xiong Jun wrestled with each other.

Both of them tacitly agreed not to use their soul power, and relied purely on their physical strength to fight head-on.

"Tell it or not, tell it or not!" Xiong Jun punched Zhongli Wu in the face again and again. He felt that the other party's gloomy and murderous aura approaching him just now was definitely not well-intentioned.

He was just lamenting that Lord Huo's finger-like combat skills combined with the dragon bloodline were simply too powerful, and then Zhongli Wu's aura approached. Could it be that the other party was targeting their Lord? He must be made to explain clearly.

Zhongli Wu's hands turned into bone dragon claws and he grabbed and chopped the opponent fiercely, but the sturdy man had thick skin and flesh, and seemed to have no reaction at all, which made him horrified.

It is normal to have some minor frictions and conflicts among the audience.

The people around looked over here and thought that there was nothing to see but two grown men fighting each other, so they stopped paying attention and continued to discuss the match with great interest.

The more Zhongli Wu and Xiong Jun fought, the more disadvantaged they suffered. The more disadvantaged they suffered, the angrier he became. His face turned red with anger and he wished he could summon the contracted bone dragon directly.

"Master, come on! You can definitely defeat him." Several Holy Spirit elders around were afraid of being injured by mistake, so they stayed far away and cheered Zhongli Wu on.

They have deeply learned the true teachings of the Holy Spirit Church and know that they will only be cannon fodder if they go up, so naturally they will not do such a good thing as sticking up for their good superiors.

"Zhongli Wu, what's going on?!"

Long Xiaoyao, who was wearing a black robe with dragon patterns, saw the two people fighting in front of him. He reached out and wiped the tea off his face, looking very unhappy.

At this time, Xiong Jun was still punching Zhongli Wu again and again, demanding in a stern voice: "Speak or not! Speak or not!"

Although he did not show the claws of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, his fists carried the power of the Dark Gold Terrorclaws and beat Zhongli Wu violently throughout the whole process.

Zhongli Wu cried out in pain: "Uncle Long, save me!"

Long Xiaoyao frowned, and from under his black robe with dragon pattern, he stretched out a hand covered with ferocious black dragon scales and grabbed Xiong Jun's arm.

"We just met this friend from the underworld once, there's no need to be so harsh."

At this time, Zhongli Wu was beaten black and blue by Xiong Jun, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

After a lot of effort, Long Xiaoyao managed to grab Xiong Jun's arm, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He then tremblingly took out a large bottle of blood-red liquid and poured it into his mouth.

Xiong Jun sensed that the man was much stronger than the one he was beating, but he was a man who even dared to beat Di Tian, ​​so he was not afraid at all.

"Mind your own business, or I'll beat you up too!" Xiong Jun threw back his arms and was about to raise his fist to continue questioning Zhongli Wu whether he wanted to tell him or not.

Long Xiaoyao's expression suddenly became gloomy. He patted Xiong Jun on the shoulder, wanting to infuse the Dark Holy Dragon's rich dark soul power into his body.

Zi Ji, who was wearing a purple tight armor, saw this scene with a puzzled look on her face. She asked the Silver Dragon King: "My Lord, is this the breath of the Emperor's Dragon?"

The Silver Dragon King shook his head, his expression calm and unperturbed: "No, it's still a long way off."

The rich dark soul power in Long Xiaoyao's palm was suddenly purified by the white light rippling in the space in front of him, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Who is it?!" Long Xiaoyao was horrified. Whether it was the other party's control over the power of space or the suppression of his Dark Holy Dragon spirit, it was beyond his comprehension. Could it be that there was an Extreme Douluo who had been hiding in the world and whose spirit was even higher than his Dark Holy Dragon spirit?

The Silver Dragon King was wearing a long silver dragon scale skirt. He stood quietly, his eyes still looking at Huo Yuhao. There seemed to be no trace of cultivation in his body.

Long Xiaoyao did not continue to attack, at least before Zhongli Wu was seriously injured, as long as he was not killed, he would not interfere in the fight between Xiong Jun and Zhongli Wu.

If he attacks again, it might escalate into a fight between Extreme Douluo, which is unnecessary.

Zhongli Wu could only suffer a lot. It was because he didn't check the almanac before going out today. His luck was so bad that he was beaten up by someone whose cultivation was not much higher than his.

"Zhongli Wu, you handle it yourself." After Long Xiaoyao said this, he withdrew his hand covered with hideous black dragon scales into the black robe with dragon pattern and slowly closed his eyes.

He also came to assist Zhongli Wu in guiding the Holy Son, and closed his eyes to sense the entire final of Huo Yuhao.

Even with his top-level Dark Holy Dragon spirit, he had to praise Huo Yuhao's talent! The only problem now was that Long Xiaoyao had not personally sensed the aura of the dead spirit on Huo Yuhao.

If it is true as Zhongli Wu said, Huo Yuhao possesses the pure aura of the undead and has such an amazing talent, it is indeed worth it for him to make a trip and have a good talk with the Lord of Hongchen Hall.

"Uncle Long, I--" Zhongli Wu cried out, but before he could finish his words, he was punched in the face again.

"Don't play dumb! Are you going to tell me or not?" Xiong Jun knew that it was his master who took action. Since his master did not stop him, it meant that he approved of his behavior. Xiong Jun fought even harder.

Zi Ji and Chi Wang came to Xiong Jun, but they didn't get involved.

Just watching Xiong Jun beating the other party until his face was bruised and swollen and his bones and flesh were broken, Chi Wang couldn't help but smacking his lips.

As expected of the Bear King, he acted quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, not only beating his opponent badly, but also retaining Zhongli Wu's ability to answer questions.

"Strange, why doesn't this guy confess? I didn't expect he has a will of steel." The Red King was very emotional. It was said that the human race was the race with the greatest potential. Look at him, he was beaten like this by the Bear King, but he didn't say a word.

Ziji looked at Xiong Jun who was punching him one after another, covered her mouth and chuckled, "You can't be, you haven't asked yet."

Xiong Jun's fist as big as a sandbag suddenly stopped in mid-air. He was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed to be true.

A breath of the other party approached me and threatened me not to get close. In a fit of rage, I just focused on beating him up and didn't really ask him any specific questions.

Zhongli Wu was furious. He poured blood-red liquid into his mouth, stared at Xiong Jun, and shouted angrily: "I've been fighting for a long time, and you ask!"

"It's my bad luck today. I have no conscience. I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Keep your voice down." Xiong Jun punched him again, telling him not to speak too loudly and disturb the spectators watching the game around him.

"Tell me! Why did that breath of yours come close to me just now?" Xiong Jun asked a specific question.

Zhongli Wu felt so aggrieved. He didn't expect that he would be beaten up just because of such a small matter.

"You are watching the finals as well, right? Huo Yuhao is so talented, I am very optimistic about him and want to win him over. Suddenly I heard you talking about him, so I came closer to listen."

"Look around you, there must be many forces that want to win over such a gifted person. Isn't this normal?"

Zhongli Wu spoke half-truthfully, and felt that it was enough to fool this rough guy.

"Give up this idea completely, did you hear me? He is our family." Xiong Jun believed the other party's answer.

"Otherwise I'll beat you to death!" Seeing that Zhongli Wu was recovering from his injuries, Xiong Jun raised his fist again, which scared Zhongli Wu. He nodded repeatedly, thinking about how to ask Ye Xishui for help.

……

After the Sun-Moon Team won the team battle, Xiao Hongchen led the team back to the rest area of ​​the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy.

The silver dragon heart-protecting scales in Huo Yuhao’s spiritual sea rippled with silver waves, and the voice of the Silver Dragon King came: “You fought well, Yuhao.”

"Thanks to you, Senior, for helping me successfully fuse the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame last time at the Lake of Life."

The power of shattering mountains and rivers with two fingers plus the power of the Taixu ancient dragon's bloodline, to be honest, is higher than the Flame-Devouring Wave Ruler and the Six-Harmony Swimming Ruler.

In principle, after he used the Two Finger Shattering Mountains and Rivers Technique, he did expose all his cards.

But there is one principle that has not been exposed - that is to integrate the Golden Emperor's Burning Sky Flame into the Four-Colored Fire Lotus in the Buddha's Wrathful Fire Lotus.

Ever since he successfully fused the Golden Emperor's Burning Sky Flame with the Silver Dragon King for the first time at the Lake of Life, he tried to merge the Golden Emperor's Burning Sky Flame into the Buddha's Wrathful Lotus in the Undead Demiplane whenever he had free time.

Huo Yuhao has never actually used the four-colored fire lotus formed by the fusion of Purple Fire, Bone Spirit Cold Fire, Fallen Heart Flame and Golden Emperor Burning Sky Flame in actual combat.

At the moment, he had already rolled a four-colored fire lotus in advance and stored it in the purple-gold dragon soul space.

The Silver Dragon King said calmly, "Just now I found that several people were targeting you. They are probably what you human soul masters call evil soul masters."

"I sent Xiong Jun to teach him a lesson. He should learn his lesson from now on."

“I understand.” Huo Yuhao responded in a gentle voice, “We will have an individual match later, so I won’t be with you for now.”

"Okay." The Silver Dragon King agreed gently.

Huo Yuhao carefully sensed the four-colored fire lotus in the purple-gold dragon soul space.

The first thing he had to make sure was that his mental power could fully control the four-colored fire lotus. Since there was an operation to rub the fire lotus in advance, why not rub a few more fire lotuses.

The reason is that maintaining the pre-made Buddha's Fury Lotus in the undead demiplane, spiritual space or dragon soul space will continuously consume mental energy.

If the amount of mental power is not large enough, the Buddha's wrath lotus will not last for too long in the mental space.

Shrek Academy rest area.

Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochen and others returned to the rest area, and Xian Lin'er immediately stepped forward to inquire about Xiaotao's evil fire.

“It’s alright, Immortal Master. When Huo Yuhao used two fingers to poke my Phoenix True Body, I was on the passive defense the whole time. I didn’t attack fiercely, so the growth of evil fire was not serious.”

"Master Xuan, Master Xian." The moonlight in the space flickered slightly, and a cool and gentle female voice was heard.

Ma Xiaotao raised her red eyes with a delighted look: "Big Sister, you are here to watch the individual competition!"

"Yeah." Zhang Lexuan had long black hair and a tall, slender figure. Her beautiful face was cold and indifferent. She saw that Ma Xiaotao's hair was disheveled and the corners of her lips were bloody. Her mouth was slightly bulging as if something was stuffed, and her face was swollen as if she had been hit.

Zhang Lexuan was at a loss for a moment: "Xiao Tao, who beat you up like this?"

(End of this chapter)