Chapter 63

As the thieves left, the Royal Knights escorting the team cleaned up and continued to set out.

However, this time, although it was calm along the way, it was more depressed.

The two title Douluo of Wuhun hall are dead. They still go to Wuhun city. To say a bad word, when they arrive at Wuhun City, the strong Title Douluo sitting in Shrek's motorcade must be besieged by Wuhun hall.

A bitter war is inevitable!

But Chen Xiaoming doesn't care. Now he is in the team, talking with Ning Fengzhi, Tang San and others. For him, the matter of Wu soul hall is a small matter, and the matter of soul bone is a big matter.

"Little friend, this time you killed the two titles of the Wulin hall. The Wulin hall will not let you go. Is it a little wrong for you to go to the Wulin city?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xiaoming who followed him and others. He was puzzled. No matter how powerful the other party was, the Wulin hall was crowded after all. Even a strong man like Chen Xiaoming would be hurt.

"Don't worry, you don't understand. The Wulin hall is not as powerful as you think."

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaoming felt it necessary to talk to these people.

"In fact, there are not many Douluo level strong people in the Wu soul hall. There are about ten at most. I killed four of them. Now there are about twelve or three left."

With that, Chen Xiaoming counted up and kept talking.

"There is one big offering, two offerings until seven, and six offerings. The moon pass, ghosts, death and snow wolf have died. In this way, there are still Qianjun, subduing demons, she long and stabbing blood. There is one Pope bibidong, and there are only 12 in total."

Listen, Chen Xiaoming counts the titles of the Wulin hall one by one. He even knows the names of the other party. Ning Fengzhi and others are stunned. Did you open the Wulin hall? So detailed?

They have infiltrated the seven treasures Liuli sect for so many years. They don't know the details of the Wulin hall.

"Well, wait, you said you killed four?"

Ning Feng responded and asked in a hurry, isn't it just yueguan and ghosts?

"Oh, when I went out for a walk this time, I ran into two and killed them."

A light explanation is as simple as going to the vegetable market to buy a dish.

Ning Fengzhi and Tang San were beaten and didn't want to talk.

In the past 20 years of peace on the mainland, the title Douluo has fallen less than Chen Xiaoming.

Even Ning Fengzhi can't imagine how crazy bibidong will be when he knows that four titles are dead.

"Well, don't be afraid to annoy me. I'll take the Wuhun hall directly. I can't stop me with a thousand streams that haven't become a God."

Chen Xiaoming waved impatiently. He asked Ning Fengzhi and Tang sanlai not to discuss the Wulin hall, but to discuss the soul bone.

"Lord Ning, how about making a deal?"

Smiling at Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xiaoming raised a finger and said faintly.

"Skull, trunk, right leg, these three soul bones, as long as Lord Ning can take out any soul bone, any age, I will promise to do it once in the crisis of Qibao Liuli sect."

"How? With the wealth of Qibao Liuli sect, this little thing should not be difficult for you."

Ning Fengzhi was silent for a moment. Chen Xiaoming's words made him a little excited, especially the soul bone of any age required by the other party. He was not sure about the soul bone of more than ten thousand years, but the soul bone of one hundred and one thousand years could still be tried by virtue of the power of Qibao Liuli sect.

Soul bones are rare, but in Ning Fengzhi's view, Chen Xiaoming's commitment is more important.

"Yes, I'll give you a message before I get to wusoul city."

Nodded, Ning Fengzhi agreed. Chen Xiaoming smiled. It's much easier to do such things as Centennial soul bone and Millennium soul bone. With Ning Fengzhi's financial resources, it should be no problem to get one or two.

With that, Chen Xiaoming's eyes shifted to Tang San and showed a sunny smile.

"Cough, little three, look, what can I do for you?"

Tang San was stunned by Chen Xiaoming's question for a moment. Then his eyes flashed, but he thought of something. But Tang San was more confused. How did Chen Xiaoming know he had a soul bone?

Was he there when he was killed?

Tang San's mind turned rapidly, thinking, looking at Chen Xiaoming's unswerving eyes, but he hesitated for a moment.

Just when Tang San hesitated, a beautiful figure flashed in his mind. The hesitant color in Tang San's eyes disappeared and changed decisively.

"Miss Chen, I do have a soul bone."

Then Tang San took out the soul bone from his soul guide. The soul bone was crystal clear. It was a skull with brilliant light.

Chen Xiaoming glanced, but he was not in a hurry. He looked at Tang San calmly and smiled.

"Come on, what can I do for you?"

Chen Xiaoming doesn't like to owe others. Death Douluo and Ju Douluo are all people from the Wulin hall. If they want to start with themselves, Chen Xiaoming naturally starts without scruples.

But neither Tang San nor Ning Fengzhi did any harm to himself. Chen Xiaoming did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Naturally, he would not rob them directly.

"I hope Mr. Chen can help me protect someone."

There is a firm color in his eyes, especially after Tang San's purple magic pupil went further, there has always been a time bomb in his heart. Now Chen Xiaoming is so, which makes Tang San seize the opportunity.

Hearing this request, Chen Xiaoming's face looked ugly in an instant.

It's too late to prevent mistakes. It's too late to prevent mistakes. He shouldn't have opened this mouth.

I've been shown my love again by Tang San!

Don't ask Tang San. Chen Xiaoming knows who to protect.

He took the soul bone in Tang San's hand, stared at Tang San angrily, endured it, and finally didn't endure it.

"I see. I'll keep her safe. You can go."

After that, Tang San's figure was directly thrown out. Tang San was stunned. He didn't say how he was driven out.

However, then he showed a faint smile and said in his heart. Sure enough, he jumped onto another vehicle and sat there with the people who flashed in his mind before.

Tang San was thrown out, but Chen Xiaoming was unhappy for a moment. The good atmosphere he talked about before is now filled with a faint smell of decay.

"Do you smell it?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned when he heard the speech. Then he smelled it carefully. There was nothing?

"It's a faint smell of love."

Asked and answered by himself, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the soul bone in his hand. How come it doesn't smell good.