Douluo: I have Shura armor, Shura God, crawl on me

Chapter 13 Zhao Wuji and Liu Erlong died tragically! Yu Xiaogang, why don't you pay homage to His Majesty the Pope!

Tiandou City.

Shrek Academy.

Because he was deeply threatened by the Spirit Hall.

The Tiandou Empire began to pay attention to the training of soul masters.

The royal family specially assigned the soul masters with potential to Master Yu Xiaogang for intensive training.

In the training ground.

The master's face was stiff, and he looked coldly at the students who were running desperately.

Zao Wou-Ki stood aside.

His gravity control turned on.

Tremendous pressure fell on the more than 200 soul masters in front of them.

Liu Erlong is the supervisor with a whip in his hand and a fierce look in his eyes.

A young soul master slowed down his pace.

next second.

A whip came over.

Snapped--

A blood mark appeared on the soul master's face.

“I…I quit!”

The young soul master stopped and stepped out of the gravity control range with difficulty.

He touched the blood on his face and glared at the master, Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji.

"We are not criminals!"

"This is simply unbearable!"

Now there is someone taking the lead.

Suddenly many soul masters protested.

"Correct!"

"This is simply not the amount of training a human can achieve!"

"Your theory doesn't work at all!"

Liu Erlong snorted angrily, took a few steps to the young soul master, and kicked him in the heart.

The young soul master was kicked several meters away.

"Who dares to say that the master's theory is not good?!"

"Keep training!"

Seeing the soul master who disobeyed him being severely punished.

The master then pretended to stop Liu Erlong.

He glanced at the horrified soul masters and said coldly:
"Who says this is not something a human can bear?"

"Then...then you come and try it!"

Liu Erlong was furious again.

She raised her right hand, and the powerful soul power surged, instantly pressing the soul master who had spoken rudely to the ground.

Until the soul master begged for mercy in pain.

She is the one who disperses the soul power.

At this time, the master nodded and said:
"I'll train with you guys."

"I will prove that my theory is worthy of the title of master."

Two minutes later.

The master is red and warm.

He left the stage with trembling calves.

The soul masters were excited and thought that they could finally get rid of this useless torture.

The master sat on the chair and said coldly:
"Keep training!"

"You don't have to compete with me!"

"Without a strong physique, how can you carry a spirit ring that is older than you? How can you fight against the Spirit Hall?"

"My theory is correct!"

The soul masters were so angry that their back teeth were about to break.

Fuck you!

Your training!

You can't even stand it yourself!
Come and torture us again!
After resisting and struggling.

Naturally, he was suppressed by Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji.

The entire training ground was filled with wailing.

……

not far away.

"Pah, what a rubbish theory."

The second worshiper, Golden Crocodile Douluo, spit and said with disdain:
“Building physical strength is not something that happens overnight.”

"With this kind of intense training, my body is ruined before it even gets strong enough."

Bibi Dong had a dull expression and no one knew what she was thinking.

The elders have concerns.

But the worshippers of high status can speak freely.

"Grandmaster?"

The Lion Douluo sneered disdainfully:

"How dare he call himself that?"

"Looking at his spirit power, he is so weak, how could he become an elder of our Spirit Hall?"

Su Moyue raised a smile.

He waved his hand, walked in front, and said:

"Let's go and meet this famous master."

Listening to the screams that occasionally sounded in the training ground.

The master looked cold.

The sword needs to be sharpened!

How can it be sharp if it’s not sharpened!

If it breaks!
It's not his fault, it's your own problem!

That’s his philosophy!
At this time.

Zhao Wuji pointed outside the training ground and asked doubtfully:

"Who are those people?"

"A new soul master sent by the Tiandou royal family?"

Liu Erlong looked over there and frowned.

"The one leading the group seems to be a young man from a wealthy family."

"The other dozen or so people were wearing black robes and didn't dare to reveal their faces. They might be guards."

“No matter what the background.”

The master said coldly:
"Just train under me."

"Then you are an ordinary soul master and must strictly follow my requirements."

Liu Erlong nodded in agreement.

Zhao Wuji's burly body was like an iron tower. He took a few big steps forward and blocked the middle of the road arrogantly.

"To enter Shrek, you must show your true face!"

"You are so timid, could it be that you are a bandit from the Spirit Hall?"

"Take off your black robe quickly, or you will be suppressed by thunder!"

Su Moyue stopped.

He looked at Zhao Wuji who was standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

No need for him to take action.

Qianjun Douluo took a step forward.

The Panlong stick was held in his hand, and one end suddenly became thicker and more than one meter in diameter.

Say nothing.

He swung it down at Zhao Wuji's head.

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly dilated.

But there was no time to react.

Snapped--

There was a crisp sound.

Zao Wou-Ki’s head is like a red watermelon.

Torn apart.

It was broken into pieces.

This scene was too bloody and horrifying.

The soul masters in the training ground screamed and fled in all directions.

The blood splattered on the faces of the master and Liu Erlong.

The two of them looked stunned.

It took me a long time to come back to my senses.

What happened?!

Zhao Wuji died immediately?!

Demon Bear Douluo stepped forward.

He picked up Yu Xiaogang and threw him to the ground casually.

He wiped the chair with the corner of his clothes, looking fawning like a lackey.

"Your Holiness, please sit down!"

Ever since that move almost crippled Su Moyue.

Demon Bear Douluo was completely convinced.

"The Pope?!"

Yu Xiaogang was even more confused.

The title of Pope.

Only the Spirit Hall has it.

The Pope of Spirit Hall is here in person? !

But isn't the Pope of the Spirit Hall Bibi Dong? !
At this time.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly saw it.

Among the group of people in black robes, there was one person who slowly lifted a corner of his black robe as if on purpose.

Revealing an indifferent and beautiful face.

"Bi...Bibi Dong!"

Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly tightened.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall actually came!
But why did Bibi Dong fall behind that young man? !

That young man is called the Pope?!
Yu Xiaogang felt dizzy.

he realized.

It seemed that something earth-shattering had happened in the Spirit Hall.

And this time.

Liu Erlong came back to his senses.

His close friend Zao Wou-Ki died tragically in front of him.

Her eyes turned blood red, and a fire dragon martial spirit suddenly appeared behind her, punching Qianjun Douluo.

"Die!"

Qianjun Douluo swung the Panlong Stick again.

The terrifying speed and force caused the air to roar.

Liu Erlong's fire dragon martial spirit was instantly exploded.

The power of the Panlong stick has not diminished.

It hit her waist and abdomen.

click-

Broken bones.

Liu Erlong's face suddenly turned red, and blood spurted out of her mouth, mixed with internal organs.

Qianjun Douluo excitedly swung the Panlong Stick twice.

Grandma!
In front of His Holiness the Pope, he is as weak as an ant!

He thought that the level 96 Titled Douluo was no good!
It turns out that His Holiness the Pope is too powerful!
Liu Erlong fell heavily in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Seeing the light in Liu Erlong's eyes gradually fading, Yu Xiaogang's face twitched violently and uncontrollably.

"Wu... Wuhun Hall!!!"

Words filled with murderous intent.

Squeezed out from Yu Xiaogang's teeth.

But he hadn't finished speaking.

A big hand grabbed his head and forced him to kneel in front of the seat.

"Make yourself clear!"

"Why don't you go and see His Holiness the Pope?"

(End of this chapter)