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"My good disciple, you don't recognize your master?"
The old man in white looked at Zeng Yi and said with a half-smile, "The word "good disciple" is very heavy.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Zeng Yi felt a chill in his heart and his face was extremely solemn. A person who can appear in front of him out of thin air, and yet make him unable to detect a trace of aura, is definitely not an ordinary soul master with such strength.
A strong one, an absolute strong one, at least a Contra level soul master.
What this old man in white said made Zeng Yi feel shocked again, and he began to feel confused.
Master? When did I have a master?
This question made Zeng Yi a little unclear.
"Master? Is he Master's master? Isn't that Yan Que's master?" The words of the old man in white shocked Yan Que, and he looked at the old man in white standing in front of him nervously.
"Well...well, hello, Master, my name is Yan Que! I am Master's disciple." Yan Que quickly bowed to the old man in white and said in a very nervous tone.
Looking at the little girl greeting him, Sword Douluo was speechless in his heart. Inexplicably, he suddenly had a disciple. Now, not only do you have disciples, but you also have disciples and grandsons. What kind of thing is this?
Seeing that the old man in white didn't speak and was bending down to bow to him, Yan Que felt even more nervous and didn't dare to raise his head.
Does it mean that Master doesn't like me and I haven't done a good job? By the way, you should kneel down and salute.
Yanque cursed in his heart that he was too stupid. Just when he was about to kneel down and salute the master, his hand stopped him. Looking along, he saw that it was his master's arm.
"Xiao Yanque, please step back." Zeng Yi stared at the old man in front of him with vigilance, and said seriously.
"oh."
Seeing her master's solemn look, Yan Que responded. Although she didn't know what the situation was, she obeyed her master's words even more and retreated behind him obediently.
Looking at his master's solemn profile, Yan Que was very confused. Isn’t this Master’s teacher? Why does Master look like this?
Could it be that there is some conflict between their master and disciple?
Thinking of this, Yan Que couldn't help but think of various plots in his mind.
The old man's expression was very indifferent, and his eyes seemed to be unable to see anything around him. He just stood there quietly and did not speak. But just standing there, he still gave people a feeling that he was the only one in the universe.
This sight made Zeng Yi's throat slide. The old man stood like this without releasing any breath, but Zeng Yi felt a great pressure, which was the oppression from his soul.
Zeng Yi simply couldn't imagine how terrifying this person's strength was, and how far apart the two were to allow him to be like this.
"Haha, this senior is joking. I have been wandering alone. How can I have a master? Have you found the wrong person? Why don't you go look elsewhere. I still have something to do, so I won't disturb you, senior." Zeng Yi looked at the old man in white and said with a slight smile, but the corners of his mouth were trembling and twitching.
Name: Chenxin.
Wuhun: Seven Killing Sword.
Soul power: level ninety-six (titled Douluo)
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While talking, Zeng Yi secretly checked the information of the old man in white. When he saw it clearly, Zeng Yi was stunned.
Level ninety-six?
Titled Douluo?
wdnmd! nmsl?
Never won?
At this time, Zeng Yi's heart just exploded on the spot, and then spiraled into the sky.
The last time we were blocked, there was a crowd of people, including soul king level beings. But this time, let’s not do it anymore. The highest level of combat power, titled Douluo, will you show me this time?
Who can withstand this?
Zeng Yi really didn't know what evil he had done and why he was being targeted by others and chasing after him. Even if a soul king comes on stage, he can still withstand it. However, even if you want to hunt me down, you have to do it step by step. First Soul Emperor, then Soul Saint, then Soul Douluo, so that I can have a chance to develop secretly. But what if this goes against common sense? If I fail once, I will just flip the table and let a Titled Douluo-level master come and kill me? Oh my God, I'm still just a soul master!
And he is also a Titled Douluo up to level ninety-six!
Although Zeng Yi doesn't remember many details in the book Douluo Dalu very clearly, he still remembers the strength levels of soul masters quite clearly.
Even Titled Douluo are divided into levels. Titled Douluo with level ninety-one to ninety-four soul power, this is just an ordinary title. But after crossing the ninety-fifth level, the strength is different. Above level ninety-five, one is called a Super Douluo. Each time the soul power increases by one level, there is a big gap. As for Zeng Yi doesn't quite remember what the difference is, but it's just that he's very strong.
There is another level above the Super Douluo, which is the ninety-ninth level Extreme Douluo. A Titled Douluo of this level is already the ceiling of soul power. If he goes one step further, he will become a god at level 100! And the Ultimate Douluo, who is closest to a god, can also use part of the god's power. It can be said that in the absence of gods, one Extreme Douluo can change the situation of the entire continent.
And the old man in front of Zeng Yi is a ninety-sixth level Super Douluo!
Can you believe that such a being actually takes action against a small soul master?
Sure enough, I am not a protagonist. If you were the protagonist, would something like this happen?
If there is such a cautious person among the villains, how can the protagonist still play? If a person with the highest combat power in the plane is dispatched to attack the protagonist from the beginning, then there is no need to write this book, and it will be settled directly.
Protagonist, pawn!
Looking at this old man, Zeng Yi felt a surge of emotion in his heart, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Wary of this old man, Zeng Yi couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of Arashiri's sword at his waist.
Facing a powerful Titled Douluo, Zeng Yi had no chance to escape and could only fight hard.
Does my journey only end here...
However, I will not die in shame!
only......
Thinking of his apprentice, Yan Que, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel sad.
A master who is not a master?
When Yan Que heard this, his eyes widened instantly. Looking at Zeng Yi's solemn expression, Yan Que began to feel nervous.
If he is an enemy and can make the master look like this, then this person must be very powerful.
Confirming his thoughts, Yanque silently pulled out the long sword on his back, made a fighting posture, and stared warily at the old man in white in front of him.
"Ha, it turns out that you also know that you are not my disciple." Sword Douluo couldn't help but snorted coldly. This cold snort made Zeng Yi's heart tremble, his body felt dull, and he took a step back.
As expected of a Titled Douluo, the sound alone was too much for me to bear.
"Senior, why should you fool me?" Zeng Yi said in a deep voice.
"Fooling you? I think you are fooling me."
The words of the old man in white made Zeng Yi confused and confused. It seems like you have never met this person before, right? How could you have fooled him before? Moreover, he doesn't have the ability to provoke a titled Douluo.
"Senior, how do you say this?" Zeng Yi couldn't help but ask, even if he died, he had to die clearly, otherwise, it would be too frustrating.
Sword Douluo smiled. This man had caused so much trouble to his Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, but he himself looked like he didn't know what was going on. This look was really abominable.
"Didn't you say that Sword Douluo is your master?" The old man in white squinted his eyes and said calmly.
Sword Douluo?
Zeng Yi was stunned for a moment. When had he mentioned that he was a disciple of Sword Douluo? Why didn't he remember?
I thought about it carefully in my mind, and suddenly it came to mind.
When he was in the Wuhun Hall of Soto City, the man was pestering him to join the Wuhun Hall. In order to get rid of the entanglement, he told him that he was a disciple of Sword Douluo. Unexpectedly, the news would actually spread?
Looking at the person in front of him, Zeng Yi's eyes twitched and his face looked a little ugly.
Based on what he just said, this person could not be...
Sword Douluo, right?
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