The man in black did not answer his words directly, but said lightly: "I saw the King of Modified in this small place. I just wanted to talk with you. I haven't been exercising my muscles for a long time."

As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm and turned into a huge object. At the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared on him. Two yellow, two purple, and five black. The nine soul rings did not move like Zhao Wuji, but quietly stopped at different positions in the man in black, completely covering his body. The nine soul rings were extremely terrifying existences, especially his last soul ring, which was deep red.

If it were a master here, you would definitely see that the gap between the same ten thousand-year soul ring is also huge. For example, how can the soul ring produced by practicing the soul beast for 10,000 years be the same as the soul ring produced by practicing the soul beast for 90,000 years? The black and red color represents that the soul ring has reached the level of at least 90,000 years.

Seeing the man in black release nine soul rings in front of him, Zhao Wuji felt a cold water splashing on his face, and his whole body was full of intelligence. As a soul saint level soul master, he knew very well about the gap between high soul masters. At level 60, not to mention one stage of difference, even if it is only one level, there is a certain gap in strength. On the surface, he should be about twenty-sixty and the man in black in front of him, but he knew very well that the gap between him and this man in black was even greater than that between Tang San and him.

"Titled Douluo." The four words were difficult to spit out, and Zhao Wuji's body was trembling a little. If he was a high-ranking existence among the soul masters, then Titled Douluo was the peak existence among the soul masters.

The domineering aura in the previous words disappeared, Zhao Wuji quickly bent down and saluted, "Who is the senior who is here? Don't joke with Xiaodi. How can I beg you to discuss with you?"

The man in black said lightly: "What's the right thing to do? Isn't it good to bully those children during the day? I found that bullying people seems to be good. Let me bully you too. Of course, you can think that I'm bullying the weak."

Without any strong aura, the man in black walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step with the huge object in his hand.

Zhao Wuji's thoughts erupted in his mind. On the mainland, there were only a handful of titled Douluo, each with a name and surname. The titled Douluo in front of him was obviously a weapon and martial soul. There were very few who had cultivated the weapon and martial soul to the level of titled Douluo. Who is he?

Suddenly, the man in black stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji, "Since he is here, come out. What's the difference between one and two?"

As the figure flashed, there was someone around Zhao Wuji. As soon as this person appeared, the expression on Zhao Wuji's face suddenly relaxed a little, "Boss, this senior..."

The visitor waved his hand to Zhao Wuji and signaled him not to speak. Faced with the invisible pressure, the visitor had to release his martial soul.

A pair of huge wings stretched out from behind him, covered with feathers all over his body. The pupils stood up in his orange-yellow eyes. Seven soul rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared, and they were moving up and down around his body.

"I've seen the Crown of Haotian." This man not only had no intention of taking action, but instead saluted the man in black respectfully.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. After listening to his companion, he finally knew who the person in front of him was. His heart contracted. Oh my God, when did he offend this terrifying guy? The person in front of him is the title Douluo, who is known as the number one powerhouse in the soul master world. The development direction of martial soul is exactly the same as that of him, but compared with him, his power is just the light of fireflies.

The man in black said coldly: "No need to be polite, I'm here to make trouble. The Cat Eagle Martial Soul, level 78, is worthy of being Flander, who was the main battle in the Golden Iron Triangle. This Shrek Academy is yours."

Fland nodded and said, "Yes, Mianxia. I wonder why Zhao Wuji offended Mr. Mianxia. Can you give me some thin face?"

The man in black said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, stand aside. Otherwise, you will be beaten up with you. Zhao Wuji, I will give you a chance, I don't use martial souls. If you can hold on to a stick of incense in my hand, I will leave immediately without saying a word. Otherwise, you must do something for me."

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Haotian Mian, I really don't understand what has offended you. Can you explain it clearly first?" He understood his meaning very clearly. Even if he died, he would let me die.

But Flander, who was standing next to Zao Wuji, immediately dodged aside without any loyalty, obviously not planning to care about Zao Wuji anymore.

The man in black snorted coldly, "Do you still need to say it? If you beat the young man, the old man naturally has to stand up and ask for justice. This is a natural thing. Let's do it."

The huge objects in the man in black disappeared at the same time as the nine soul rings on his body, but the next moment, he had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji.

Bang bang, boom bang, ah—

The sound of collision, the surging sound of energy, the muffled groans and screams, one after another, and the other sounded in the woods.

Flander, who was stretching his wings, couldn't help but cover his eyes and turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at it again.

There is no need to light a incense at all, the entire battle is over just ten breaths.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yu couldn't help but sigh: "Old Zhao, you still can't escape this disaster!"

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened. The black clothes on his body did not even have a trace of wrinkles. The poor Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground at this time. His head swollen, and his eyes turned black. Blood was lying on the corner of his mouth, and he was breathing heavily.

"Zhao Wuji, do you understand?" the man in black said lightly.

Only then did Flander dare to come over and help Zhao Wuji lying on the ground up. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's face was full of gratitude, "Thank you for your advice from Haotianmeng."

The man in black nodded to the two of them, his lips buzzed, and he whispered something.

Zao Wuji and Flander nodded at the same time, with a serious look on their faces.

"The ones just now are considered compensation for you. I'll trouble you in the future." The man in black's voice was no longer cold, but still very calm. Behind the black mask, a faint warmth appeared in his deep eyes. After saying this last sentence, his figure flashed.

Zao Wuji and Flander both left.

At this time, Haotian Douluo looked deep in the forest and said lightly: "Come out, I know you are there!"
Chapter completed!