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Chapter seventy-fifth

"Soul Sect?!" Wang Sheng clenched his teeth, a hint of unwillingness rising in his heart.

He had gone through many hardships with his companions to get this back. If he was robbed just like that, how would he explain it to his companions when he went back? Even if his companions didn't say anything, he would not be able to get over this hurdle!

However, this is the Soul Sect!

No matter how unwilling he was, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. The huge gap in strength was as insurmountable as a chasm, and Wang Sheng did not dare to think of resisting.

But at this moment, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Do you mean you can do whatever you want here if you have the strength?"

Wang Sheng looked up in confusion, as did the onlookers. Is there anyone here to help this honest young man regain his place at this time?

But before they could react, they felt a black shadow flash past in front of them, and then a muffled sound sounded. The Soul Sect who was standing in front of Wang Sheng just now suddenly disappeared, and a very handsome young man stood there.

in his original position.

"boom!"

When everyone was in a daze, a huge collision woke everyone up.

Looking around in the blink of an eye, the Soul Sect who was standing in front of Wang Sheng just now hit a short wall next to the street in an embarrassed posture. The short wall was covered with network-like cracks, and the middle part had even sunk.

Wang Sheng suddenly woke up, looked at the familiar figure, his eyes lit up, and he shouted in surprise: "Boss Zhao!"

"There is me, Wang Sheng!" Suddenly a group of teenagers broke through the crowd and walked in, led by Xiao Wu.

Wang Sheng's face was even more surprised: "Sister Xiaowu, third brother...Hermione!"

The onlookers immediately understood the situation. They were acquaintances! They all looked at Zhao Xuan and a group of teenagers with somewhat surprised expressions.

These teenagers were really too young. Some people shook their heads. How could they calm down the situation? However, after thinking about the teenager who kicked a soul sect away, this idea was thrown out of their minds.

"Wang Sheng, long time no see." Zhao Xuan turned around and smiled at Wang Sheng.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I really didn't expect to see you again in Soto City." Wang Sheng looked at a few people with some excitement, and there was even a sparkle in his eyes. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is such a deep love that you can't help yourself.

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"Let's talk about old times later. Let's solve that problem first." Suddenly, Zhao Xuan interrupted Wang Sheng's words and glanced at the Soul Sect who was bullying others just now.

Zhao Xuan controlled his power very well, and the Soul Sect received almost no damage.

At this moment, he stood up again from under the short wall. After patting the dust on his body, he looked at Zhao Xuan with a gloomy look: "I didn't expect that he still had someone to control the situation."

"One move!" Zhao Xuan chuckled.

"What?" The Soul Sect was stunned, not understanding the meaning of Zhao Xuan's words.

At the next moment, before anyone could react, his body suddenly flew backwards, faster and harder than the previous one. His whole body was dragged directly across the street, and the soles of his feet were still hanging on the ground, leaving a scratch.

long traces.

Pedestrians hurriedly avoided the incident along the way, and a few pedestrians who had no time to avoid were even implicated and knocked to the ground.

After flying upside down for more than thirty meters, the Soul Sect fell to the ground, his chest seemed to be dented a lot, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was sluggish.

He tried to stand up, but after a few attempts he fell down in despair.

The passers-by who had been implicated and wanted to cause trouble turned pale, stood up quickly, and walked away pretending to be nonchalant without even dusting themselves off.

Someone among the onlookers swallowed hard, and Wang Sheng was also stunned. This was a Soul Sect, and he was kicked away again without even having time to react?

Judging from this kick, Zhao Xuan seemed to have some remaining strength just now. It seemed that the last kick was just to let the soul sect know who defeated him.

"It's really a bad idea." Someone looked at the young man who slowly retracted his feet and whispered.

His companion tugged on his sleeve quickly, and then winked, "I am looking for death! This is a cruel person whose personality does not match his age."

Zhao Xuan, who has a keen sense, naturally heard it, but he didn't care about such comments. But then again, his purpose was exactly what he said. The first kick was just to give him time to react, and the second kick was just to give him time to react.

That's the real attack.

He doesn't want his opponent to even know who defeated him.

After taking a look at the dark stones on Wang Sheng's stall, Zhao Xuan said: "Wang Sheng, take your things and let's go out first."

"Sure!" Wang Sheng laughed loudly, as plainly as ever.

In a tea shop on the commercial street, a group of nine people ordered two tables next to each other. Several people who were originally from Notting Junior College sat next to each other and ordered some pastries and tea.

At this moment, Wang Sheng was talking about his situation after graduating from Notting College.

After graduating from Notting College four years ago, Wang Sheng received an invitation from Soto Intermediate Soul Master College, so he left home and came to Soto City. It is thousands of kilometers away from Notting City. How many people can meet here?

It’s also quite difficult.

Wang Sheng has been here for a few years and rarely goes home, let alone having time to go back to Notting College. Today, he met Zhao Xuan and others here, and he was naturally very happy.

"Boss Zhao, have you also come to Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy?" Wang Sheng asked excitedly. We haven't seen each other for several years, but we are still very familiar with the names of a few people.

"No, we are from Shrek Academy." Zhao Xuan shook his head.

"Are there any other intermediate colleges in Soto City?" Wang Sheng asked in surprise.

Only I know about my college. Even I think the situation in the college is terrible, and I am embarrassed to introduce it again.

So Tang Sancha changed the topic and pointed to the baggage Wang Sheng put aside with great interest.

"Wang Sheng, where did your meteorite come from?"

From just now, Tang San's eyes kept glancing at Wang Sheng's baggage. For a qualified blacksmith, is there anything more attractive than all kinds of rare ores?

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Tang San seemed to have worked as a blacksmith outside when he was at Notting College, so he took the bundle to the table and opened a corner to reveal the ore inside.

The ore is pure black, and there seem to be some crystal particles on the surface.

Although ordinary blacksmiths are not respected in Douluo Continent, some craftsmen who can create magical weapons are not included in this list. Similarly, ordinary ores may not be valuable, but some rare ores are valuable.

Meteorological iron naturally belongs to the ranks of rare treasure mines. This kind of ore seems to have been calcined at high temperatures and has a hard texture, much harder than refined iron.

When Tang San saw the corner of the meteorite exposed, even Zhao Xuan, who was sitting opposite him, felt the heat in his eyes.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips. This guy is indeed the son of a blacksmith. He loves these things to the core.

"This is... meteorite iron." Tang San murmured with fiery eyes.


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