Soul Land (Spirit World)

Fresh Oscar Sausage and Small Healer Sausage - IV

Simultaneously, he also greatly appreciated Tang San, seeing that Tang San's talent he would become stronger than Dai Mubai. Only his spirit was not weak, otherwise, in the future he would become an extraordinary power.

The right hand made a fist, hitting his left palm, Zhao Wuji said with******* helpless:

"Counted as my bad luck. Why did I encounter this little hedgehog, apparently, I still had to instruct him properly. Uncut jade won't make tools."

Speaking the last sentence, Zhao Wuji could only display a somewhat ferocious smile.

"Zhao Wuji."

While Zhao Wuji was thinking about how to train Tang San in the future, suddenly a voice appeared that made the smile on his face freeze.

One must know, he was a rank seventy-six spirit ascetic, in the entire world spirit expert of the Douluo Continent, all high-level existences, all of them, with the already formidable spirit power capable of shaping their bodies into a fantastic ki, able to clearly find the sound of tree leaves drifting down within a hundred meter radius of his body.But now, the, he did not feel anyone around him at all, and this voice was even more piercing to his ears, it sounded pronounced near his ears. This kind of strength had already made Zhao Wuji extremely vigilant, he did not recognize this voice at all, but he could be sure, the visitor power was simply not beneath him.

"Who?"

With a loud popping, Zhao Wuji's eyes released a cold light. Originally in the realm of spirit experts his reputation was not very good, enemies were not few. These years of hiding within Shrek Academy quietly, he had not expected the sudden appearance of a powerful opponent.

"Get out."

A wisp of ki vaguely locked onto Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhao Wuji without the slightest hesitation broke through the window, arriving outside. The spirit power suddenly rose to the top, carefully and solemnly on guard, simultaneously searching for the surrounding activity.

Who is Zhao Wuji? The intelligent unmoving Light King had originally also killed countless children, provoked by unknown opponents like this, adding to the oppressive air pressing down on his mind, making his anger rise. Stepping using force, pulling towards that ki at high speed. In a moment he had already reached the edge of Shrek Academy, arriving in a small forest outside. That ki trail also ended up fading here.

"out. I know you're here."

Zhao Wuji's loud voice shouted loudly. Simultaneously, he immediately completed his spirit body Strengthener, seven spirit circles rhythmically circling above his body, flickering with an extremely beautiful light, especially the three ten thousand year old black spirit rings, it looks more and more amazing.

A black figure unhurriedly came out from behind the trunk of a large tree. This person's entire body was covered in black clothes, even that head had a black covering, from its outer appearance, one could only see he was a big man.

"Who are you?"

The black-clothed man did not immediately answer his words, only coldly said:

"In this small place of meeting the Motionless King, I was just thinking of exchanging pointers with you. Long enough without body exercise."

While speaking, the black-clothed man slowly raised his right hand. Immediately, a condensed black light in his hand, turned into a huge tool, at the same time, an entire nine spirit rings quietly appeared on his body. Two yellow, two purple, five black. The nine spirit rings were not at all like Zhao Wuji who moved with such a rhythm, but clearly still calmly on the black man's body, completely enveloping his body inside. The nine spirit rings were an extremely terrifying existence, especially his last spirit ring, inside was a faint red color.

If the Great Expert was here, he would definitely see, it was equal to ten thousand spirit rings, the difference was still huge. For example, cultivating for ten thousand years the spirit of a savage beast with the cultivation of a ninety thousand year old beast spirit ring, how could it still be the same. The pink color in black, represents that the spirit ring has reached at least the level of ninety thousand years.

Seeing the black-clothed man in front of him releasing the nine spirit rings, Zhao Wuji felt like he was doused in cold water, his entire body shivering. As an ascetic spirit level expert, he understood the difference between a higher level spirit expert. Reaching the sixtieth rank or higher, let alone the gap between one stage, even if it was only a difference of one rank, strength had a certain difference. On the surface would appear, having a difference of about twenty ranks with the black-clothed man in front of him, but this was very clear, the gap between him and this black-clothed man, it was bigger compared to the gap between him and Tang San.

"Douluo's title."

With the difficulty of spewing out these two words, Zhao Wuji's immobile body of the bright king was somewhat trembling, if speaking of him as a high-level existence among spirit experts, thus the Douloduo Degree was a peak existence among spirit experts.

Aggressive words that were previously like they were blown off the face of the earth, Zhao Wuji hurriedly bowed respectfully, saying,

"Can I ask who Senior is visiting. Please don't mess with this one [7] . How can I join in exchanging hints with you."

The black-clothed man calmly said:

"When you join or not. When you today are bullying some kids it's not also done very well? I found, bullying people turned out to feel pretty good. Let me oppress you too. Of course, you can think of me like this as the strong who persecute the weak."

Without emitting any atmospheric strength, the black-clothed man's hand grasped the huge tool, walking step by step towards Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's mind worked like lightning. In the Continent, the Douluo Degree could be counted with the fingers, and each one was a famous family, this Douluo Degree before him clearly had the spirit of Tool, the, spirit Tools were cultivating to the level of the Douluo Degree even less, in the end who was he?

Suddenly, the black-clothed man at a distance of ten meters from Zhao Wuji stopped his steps,

"Since coming, straight out. One or two, it still doesn't make any difference, does it?"