Douluo: Wuhun Pig Man, all generations help me to be invincible

Chapter 87: A show of force

"cheers!"

Celebration broke out in the warm box.

Zhao Wuji drank gulps of fine wine. Although he was rich, the atmosphere of the banquet was rare. After all, they were all old guys who had retired and seldom got together to celebrate like this again.

Glancing at Xie Mo, who was arm in arm with Flanders, a strange light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He couldn't see through the boy's strength, and at the same time he felt a little depressed. Genius, I was also a genius back then, at most I was just a little bit short of a hundred million.

Although Xie Mo took Dugu Bo as his master, in a sense, he was still a student of Shrek Academy, a "three-no" academy with no money, no people, and no qualifications. After all, he joined it at the beginning and did not join other academies later. In addition, Xie Mo did not have the domineering aura of a nobleman, so everyone accepted Xie Mo's arrival easily.

Ma Hongjun was delighted when he saw his brother Mo and his master flirting with each other, but since it was clearly a conversation among three people, how come there was no place for him? A look of sadness appeared on his little face, and he turned to look at Oscar beside him.

"Come, have a drink with me!"

Oscar blinked his eyes, not knowing what Ma Hongjun suddenly went crazy about. He continued to pick up the cup and pretended to clink it with Ma Hongjun's, then drank it down in big gulps.

Tsk, I feel a little gasy and my stomach is a little bloated.

"Xiao Mo, I heard that you entered the Spirit Hall on behalf of the Spirit Hall elders. I remember Senior Dugu once..."

Flanders looked at Xie Mo with a smile, as if he was just curious.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly began to quiet down, and several teachers frowned slightly. They actually disliked the Spirit Hall, otherwise with their strength they would have a high status in the Spirit Hall. However, since Xie Mo did not answer, they did not speak again.

"My master is my master, and I am me. My master and I will deal with the people from the Spirit Hall who are chasing my master. As for the others, I don't care what happens to them."

"Besides, at the level of Titled Douluo, there is no such thing as so much hatred and resentment. Moreover, this token was also an accident. When I went with Master to obtain spirit rings, I met two Titled Douluos from the Spirit Hall. They took a liking to me and gave me the token. Am I supposed to throw it away?"

After hearing what Xie Mo said, everyone nodded thoughtfully. It was indeed true. Many of the older generation would not intentionally drag the younger generation into their involvement.

Moreover, if two Spirit Hall elders give you the token, Dugu Bo probably won't be able to resist. It's hard to say anything if they kill you secretly without giving you face. However, by then, it may not be the Spirit Hall that takes action.

"Besides, this token is quite useful. At least all the Spirit Halls in different places will give me some respect."

Xie Mo fiddled with the token in his hand and looked at Flanders with the same smile.

"And if it weren't for this token, we wouldn't be able to respond so quickly to the problems of the Fallen Soul Master and the Wolf Bandits."

When they mentioned this, anger showed on everyone's faces. Although they were not good people, they all had basic conscience.

A group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints lived a hard life in a small village. It would be easy for them to occupy the mountains and oppress the people if they really wanted to, but the pride in their hearts prevented them from doing so.

"Eh? Brother Mo, does the Spirit Hall's token look like this?"

Ma Hongjun didn't even bother to drink with Oscar to relieve his sorrow. He stretched his neck and looked at the token.

"A seven-story pagoda and a word Ning."

He muttered to himself, but how could everyone not hear him?

"Ahem, I took the wrong one. This is the token Uncle Ning gave me." Xie Mo showed an embarrassed look on his face, and the gem on the token emitted a dazzling light under the light.

Everyone was speechless. They had never seen the elder token before. They were all self-taught and had no Spirit Hall staff to train them.

"Uncle Ning, could it be that Sect Master Ning?"

Flanders looked at him strangely, this guy was quite good at making connections. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was the richest in the world, and no one knew how much money they had.

"Well, ahem, that's not it. This is what Grandpa Jian gave me."

Xie Mo took out another token, on which was a pattern of a sword that looked murderous.

"Oh, this one isn't either. This one belongs to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Xie Mo kept searching for the token with a look of frustration on his face. There was nothing he could do. I'm such a genius, it's normal for so many people to want to make friends with me.

Until finally, the Spirit Hall's elder token was taken out and handed to Ma Hongjun, who had a dazed look on his face. Flanders also stared blankly at the small stack of tokens on the table. How come this guy has such a strong network of connections? What on earth happened in the past few months?
At the same time, he smiled bitterly in his heart. He realized that Xie Mo was trying to intimidate them. Although they didn't say it openly, they actually thought highly of Xie Mo. So forget it.

Several of them were arrogant and had bad tempers. What was wrong with Xie Motian? They had only met a few times and his strength was not strong. It was fine for them to be friendly on the surface, but the arrogance hidden in their words occasionally irritated the other party.

Oh, what a headache.

Xie Mo actually wanted the other party to consider his own weight. He originally just wanted to take Ma Hongjun away. Oscar didn't matter to him and was of little use to him.

But Ma Hongjun was loyal to him, and considering their previous relationship, Xie Mo wanted to poach Flanders to make up for Ma Hongjun's fatherly love, and he also took out Liu Erlong to seduce her.

As for these teachers, Li Yusong probably can't beat him now. It's hard to say about Zhao Wuji. After all, he has a martial soul avatar, which is almost useless. Or it can be said that his greatest use is to take Flanders away.

He also understood the arrogance hidden in the attitudes of these teachers. As a soul master, you still want to communicate with the likes of us on an equal footing. How is that possible?

Not to mention them, when Xie Mo becomes a Soul Saint, he will probably be able to defeat a Titled Douluo. Let him communicate with teenage kids of the same age again. Even if the other party is mature, there will be some arrogance in his words.

So Xie Mo didn't say anything. When Flanders asked about it, he just took out one token after another. What's the use of being able to fight? To get by in the world, you need your background!
Of course, Xie Mo himself is quite strong, otherwise the other party would have just beaten him to death and run away.

"Ahem, Hongjun, have you finished reading it? Return the item to Xiaomo as soon as you're done. This item is very important."

Flanders felt a little tired. To be honest, in the eyes of that group of people, the value of these old guys might not be as great as Xie Mo.

Looking at that small pile of tokens, Flanders couldn't help but feel envious. If he had a background, he wouldn't have had to endure so much hardship in his early years, not to mention that Yu Song didn't even have the best soul ring ratio.

"It's okay, it's just a token. There's no such thing as a life-and-death struggle at that level. It's no problem to ask for another one when the time comes."

Xie Mo was talking nonsense in a serious tone. There was nothing wrong with having one, but how could it be possible without fighting to the death? The deaths of so many Titled Douluo in the original novel were no joke.

Flanders smiled awkwardly and said, you have the background and you are right.

However, Xie Mo's expression suddenly became serious at this moment, and he turned his head abruptly to look in one direction.

(End of this chapter)