"Boom boom boom~" Zhao Wuji ran wildly in the woods, breaking several big trees along the way, and pursued that breath closely.
At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and his breath disappeared.
"Come out, I know you are here." Zhao Wuji looked around vigilantly and shouted in a deep voice.
Under the moonlight, a figure slowly walked out from behind a large tree that required several people to hug. The person was wearing a disheveled black linen robe, and even his head was half covered by the cloak, so his face could not be seen clearly.
From his appearance, one can only see that he is very burly, not much different from Zhao Wuji.
"You are hiding, you rat. Tell me your name. What is your purpose in coming to our Shrek Academy?" Zhao Wuji stared at him and shouted coldly.
The man in black didn't respond to Zhao Wuji's words, and there was no fluctuation in his aura. He just walked slowly and calmly towards Zhao Wuji and said lightly: "I met Acala in this small place. I haven't exercised for a long time. I want to spar with you."
The black-robed man continued to walk slowly towards Zhao Wuji while speaking. At the same time, soul rings fell from his head, yellow and purple.
Zhao Wuji curled his lips in disdain. "Are you trying to overpower me with your aura? Don't you realize these are just some of my old tricks? I'll just stand here and see how many rings you can pull off today to amuse me."
The soul ring on the black-robed man continued to fall, purple and black.
When the eighth black soul ring fell, Zhao Wuji's expression instantly became solemn, and he almost wanted to call for help.
But at this time, the black-robed man's soul rings had not yet fallen. The moment the last red soul ring condensed above his head, a silver-white hammer surrounded by purple lightning, as tall as a person, suddenly appeared in his hand. He held one end in his hand, and the other end fell to the ground with a "bang".
When Zhao Wuji saw this, he was stunned on the spot. He felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him from head to toe. His heart felt cold and his whole body was shivering.
"Title Douluo." Zhao Wuji uttered the words with some difficulty. He felt that he must have been unlucky. Otherwise, why were all the recent events so different from what he expected? They were all the opposite! This was too difficult.
A Titled Douluo, and a Titled Douluo with a hundred thousand year spirit ring. This kind of person who stood at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent, Zhao Wuji couldn't remember when he had offended him. Why would he come to trouble him?
This kind of strong man would not be defeated even if I called all the teachers from Shrek Academy. What should I do now?
Blocked at my doorstep by a banned Douluo, how can I save myself? Waiting online, it's urgent! This is probably what Zhao Wuji is thinking at the moment.
The domineering aura Zhao Wuji had previously conveyed vanished completely at this moment. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. He quickly bowed and saluted, "Excuse me, who are you, Senior? Please don't joke with me like that. How can a Soul Sage like me be your opponent?"
The black-robed man lowered his head and said indifferently, "Oh? Is that so? How could a level 29 kid be a match for a level 76 like you? I remember you were beating him up like crazy before, and what was that last move called? It scared him pretty badly, huh?"
The man in black robe sounded resentful as he continued to slowly approach Zhao Wuji while speaking.
"Uh..." Zhao Wuji was speechless for a moment, frowning and thinking about it.
Could it be that boy Tang San? Or that girl Xiao Wu? No matter which one it was, it was clearly the other party's parents who came to the door.
"Senior, during the day it was an assessment, an assessment!" Zhao Wuji explained with a bitter face and waved his hand.
"Then tonight's is also a test." The man in black robe swung the sledgehammer in his hand, and a gust of wind rose out of thin air, blowing up the dead leaves around, and the momentum pressed towards Zhao Wuji on the spot.
"Wait." A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the air. A blue light flashed in the sky, and a figure fell down. He had the same seven soul rings as Zhao Wuji surrounding him, and a blue-black owl shadow was faintly visible behind him. The person who came was Flanders.
"Boss, this senior..." Zhao Wuji had a bitter look on his face and wanted to say something.
Flanders waved his hand, stopping him from saying anything more. He looked at the man in black robes, placed his right hand on his left chest, and bowed slightly, saying, "Flanders greets His Majesty Haotian."
The black-robed man said coldly, "No need to be polite. I'm here to cause trouble today. Cat-Owl Martial Spirit, level 78. As expected of Flender, the leader of the Golden Triangle. This Shrek Academy is yours, right?"
Flanders pushed his glasses and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty. We already know the purpose of your visit. During the day, Zhao Wuji was assessing several new students. He was always careful when he attacked, and was later beaten up. He has learned his lesson. Your Majesty, do you think you can let Zhao Wuji go?" Flanders asked cautiously.
The black-robed man was silent for a moment, then his tone softened. "You can let him go, but you have to do something for me."
Zhao Wuji's face lit up with joy. He was relieved that he didn't have to be beaten. He quickly said, "Your Majesty Haotian, please speak."
"I may have to be away for a long time to do something that needs to be done. I hope you can help me take care of Xiao San and Zhi Qiu." The black-robed man suddenly stopped talking and sighed. "Just help me take care of Xiao San."
"Swish~"
At the center of the conversation between the three people, four figures suddenly appeared.
Tang San, who had just arrived, happened to hear the last words of the black-robed man. He could not help but stare blankly at the figure of the black-robed man a few steps away, and his eyes instantly became slightly red.
Even though he couldn't see his face clearly and he had nine spirit rings, Tang San remembered his father's voice very clearly. Although he didn't know why his father, a blacksmith, had nine spirit rings, Tang San knew that he would never make a mistake. This man was Tang Hao.
"Uncle Hao! Uncle Hao!" Ye Zhiqiu hid behind Tang San, watching Tang Hao waving his hands and shouting happily with an innocent look on his face.
Tang Hao:
[Negative emotion value from Tang Hao plus 999]
Tang Hao's mentality is a bit broken. He has been hiding for so long, but now it's all over.
What should I do if I want to beat this little bastard to death with a hammer?
"Dad, is that you?" Tang San's voice was a little excited, his body trembling a little, and he walked towards Tang Hao involuntarily.
Xiao Wu, who had been hiding behind Tang San, suddenly became like a frightened little rabbit. She rolled and crawled to hide behind Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong, trembling.
"Don't be afraid, Uncle Hao is different from other Titled Douluo. He won't hurt you." Ye Zhiqiu gently stroked her little head and comforted her in a low voice.
Although Ning Rongrong didn't know what had happened to Xiao Wu, seeing her frightened look, she gently hugged her and comforted her softly with Ye Zhiqiu.
Tang Hao just glanced at a few people indifferently, then turned his gaze to Tang San and sighed with mixed feelings.
"Xiao San, long time no see."