Chapter 192 Defeating Soul Douluo with One Punch
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Zuo Ren Yao Shang Jing
Chapter 192 Defeating Soul Douluo with One Punch
The old man who came up had a white beard and hair, and he looked to be in his eighties.
But when he walked up, he was in good spirits, and he didn't look old at all.
Behind him, there are several people in their 60s and 20s, and a young man in his [-]s.
Feng Hao turned to look at this person, and said with a smile: "I wonder if your Excellency is the one from the Elder Hall? How do you call it?"
"Title Qianjun, ranked sixth among the seven major enshrinements." The old man opened his mouth and said.
"Oh? It turned out to be the sixth priest, and he didn't come in the robes of the priest today. It seems that he came to do some private business." Feng Hao said with a smile.
The worshipers in the Hall of Elders wear golden robes.
He is wearing black clothes today, which can be regarded as casual clothes.
"The old man heard that this mountain is no longer used to raise spirit beasts, so I asked the priest to enshrine this mountain as my family residence."
"The great priest gave us this place for the sake of our family's countless contributions to the Wuhun Hall."
"You said today that you want it, but you may not be able to take it away."
When Fifteen Jun Douluo said these words, his aura was domineering, and at the same time, there was a hint of arrogance.
That is the pride of their elder hall.
Now the people in the Hall of Elders still think that although the Pope of the Hall of Spirits is Bibi Dong, the Hall of Spirits is still Qian Daoliu after all.
Therefore, the people in their Hall of Elders, of course, are above the Hall of the Pope.
"That's what the great priest said! Listen to what you said, the Pope hasn't agreed to you yet." Feng Hao said.
"I haven't consulted the Pope yet, but the great offering has already been made, and there will be no problem with the Pope." Fifteen Ton Douluo said matter-of-factly.
"The Pope gave me this place, and you said that the big offering was given to you. I only listen to the Pope. Since the Pope hasn't agreed to you, please go back first!"
Even if it was an offering, Feng Hao was not polite at all.
He is also clear about Fifteen Ton Douluo's strength.
For a level 96 titled Douluo, he needs to join hands with his brother Jiang Mo Douluo to make Feng Hao feel the pressure.
"You are given by the Pope, and the old man is given by the great priest. The old man looks simple, so let's rely on strength! Whoever wins, this mountain will be given to him, how?" Fifteen Ton Douluo said coldly.
At this time, Wang Yuanjing hurried forward and said: "Six priests, Elder Feng Hao is just the soul king."
He also didn't want Feng Hao to be embarrassed, after all, in his opinion, Feng Hao would definitely lose against Fifteen Ton Douluo.
Fifteen Jun Douluo wants this mountain with a cheeky old face, how can Feng Hao snatch it from him?
It can only be eased first, and then it is best for the Pope to mediate.
"Oh? Soul King! How did the Soul King become an elder? I'm curious?" Fifteen Jun Douluo laughed.
"Father, you don't need your old man to do anything, let me compare with him." An old man in his 60s stepped forward and asked.
"Ding! Being provoked by Fifteen Ton Douluo's family, you will choose..."
"Option [-]: Take a step back to open up the sea and the sky, give up the mountain to them, and reward them with the special soul skill Feiyundu."
"Option [-]: Take a step back and think more and more angry, take action to teach Fifteen Jun Douluo and his son a lesson, and reward a Dao Temple."
This kind of choice does not require thinking, just choose the latter directly.
Feng Hao smiled and said: "Since Qianjun Douluo doubts my position as an elder, I will give you a good explanation today. If your son wants to compete, then I will teach him a lesson first, and then I will compete with you."
"Haha! Teach me, I'd like to see where you have the confidence." After the son of Fifteen Jun Douluo finished speaking, his martial soul activated.
The Coiling Dragon Stick appeared in his hand, and with the Coiling Dragon Stick in his hand, eight soul rings appeared on his body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black.
"Qianguming, level 89 Contra."
Qian Guming's spirit ring is also a fairly standard match, and his level 89 spirit power is even closer to Title Douluo.
His level of 89 is much better than Wang Yuanjing's.
After all, Wang Yuanjing is not a fighting spirit, but this dragon stick is a very powerful weapon spirit.
"Level 89, I just killed a level 89 person before. Today I see that you are from the Wuhun Temple, and I haven't heard of any bad deeds from you. I won't kill you."
Feng Hao spoke casually, and then directly activated Wuhun.
The three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the air, and the five spirit rings on his body slowly appeared.
Red, red, red, red, gold.
With these five soul rings, Wang Yuanjing almost fainted.
This is too exciting!
He can't stand it now.
The fiery breath of flames around Feng Hao made him feel too dangerous, so he hurriedly stepped aside.
"This...it's impossible."
"How could the first spirit ring be 10 years old?"
"What's that last one? The golden one, from a million years old?"
"..."
Those descendants of Fifteen Ton Douluo talked a lot there, completely showing their unbelievability.
Fifteen Jun Douluo and Qian Guming were like this, they only felt their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"This old man spends his entire life without obtaining a 10-year soul ring. How can he possess such a heaven-defying soul ring? How did he do it?"
Fifteen Jun Douluo was already envious and jealous.
At this moment, Qian Guming felt that he might not be his opponent.
The gap between the soul rings of the two is too big.
Moreover, the strength of Feng Hao's martial soul made him feel suffocated.
This martial spirit is too powerful, he feels that it is higher than his own by how many grades.
"Feng Hao, level 55 soul king." Feng Hao said with a smile.
"No wonder you are able to become the elder of the Spirit Hall. I really underestimated you. However, there is still a 34-level gap in soul power between you and me."
Although Qian Guming felt that he might not be an opponent, but he felt that he was a feeling, so he definitely couldn't be cowardly at this time.
After all, he is a master who is close to the Title Douluo. If he is cowardly at this time, he will be forced to lose and his future cultivation will be affected.
"Second Soul Skill, Heavy Stick Shadow!"
He directly used his Coiling Dragon Stick, and dense stick shadows swept towards Feng Hao.
"Second Soul Skill, Sun God Fist!"
Feng Hao didn't need to use other soul skills, and directly used the second soul skill.
He punched him out, and saw that his fist was like a scorching sun.
The fiery three-legged Golden Crow was braving, the moment his fist approached Qian Guming's Coiling Dragon Staff.
The Panlong stick was burned instantly, Feng Hao's fist hit Qian Guming's body, and Qian Guming's body flew upside down for more than ten meters.
With the last punch, the virtual image of the Golden Crow appeared and flew into his body.
"what--"
Qian Guming opened his mouth and screamed in pain, when he screamed, flames spewed out of his mouth.
"Feng Hao, let me go." Fifteen Jun Douluo eagerly begged at this time.
"Let him go, we don't want this hill anymore."
Seeing that Feng Hao ignored him, Fifteen Jun Douluo directly gave up on the mountain.
"Okay!" Feng Hao recalled the golden crow phantom on Qian Guming's body.
Although Qian Guming's sharp pain disappeared, the scorching pain left before was still there.
It can only be said that there is no need to worry about his life now, if he continues, he will definitely die.
After Feng Hao released the Qiangu Ming, he said to Qianjun Douluo: "Thousand Jun Douluo, it's your turn now, please! Let me see how powerful your Coiling Dragon Cudgel is."
(End of this chapter)
The old man who came up had a white beard and hair, and he looked to be in his eighties.
But when he walked up, he was in good spirits, and he didn't look old at all.
Behind him, there are several people in their 60s and 20s, and a young man in his [-]s.
Feng Hao turned to look at this person, and said with a smile: "I wonder if your Excellency is the one from the Elder Hall? How do you call it?"
"Title Qianjun, ranked sixth among the seven major enshrinements." The old man opened his mouth and said.
"Oh? It turned out to be the sixth priest, and he didn't come in the robes of the priest today. It seems that he came to do some private business." Feng Hao said with a smile.
The worshipers in the Hall of Elders wear golden robes.
He is wearing black clothes today, which can be regarded as casual clothes.
"The old man heard that this mountain is no longer used to raise spirit beasts, so I asked the priest to enshrine this mountain as my family residence."
"The great priest gave us this place for the sake of our family's countless contributions to the Wuhun Hall."
"You said today that you want it, but you may not be able to take it away."
When Fifteen Jun Douluo said these words, his aura was domineering, and at the same time, there was a hint of arrogance.
That is the pride of their elder hall.
Now the people in the Hall of Elders still think that although the Pope of the Hall of Spirits is Bibi Dong, the Hall of Spirits is still Qian Daoliu after all.
Therefore, the people in their Hall of Elders, of course, are above the Hall of the Pope.
"That's what the great priest said! Listen to what you said, the Pope hasn't agreed to you yet." Feng Hao said.
"I haven't consulted the Pope yet, but the great offering has already been made, and there will be no problem with the Pope." Fifteen Ton Douluo said matter-of-factly.
"The Pope gave me this place, and you said that the big offering was given to you. I only listen to the Pope. Since the Pope hasn't agreed to you, please go back first!"
Even if it was an offering, Feng Hao was not polite at all.
He is also clear about Fifteen Ton Douluo's strength.
For a level 96 titled Douluo, he needs to join hands with his brother Jiang Mo Douluo to make Feng Hao feel the pressure.
"You are given by the Pope, and the old man is given by the great priest. The old man looks simple, so let's rely on strength! Whoever wins, this mountain will be given to him, how?" Fifteen Ton Douluo said coldly.
At this time, Wang Yuanjing hurried forward and said: "Six priests, Elder Feng Hao is just the soul king."
He also didn't want Feng Hao to be embarrassed, after all, in his opinion, Feng Hao would definitely lose against Fifteen Ton Douluo.
Fifteen Jun Douluo wants this mountain with a cheeky old face, how can Feng Hao snatch it from him?
It can only be eased first, and then it is best for the Pope to mediate.
"Oh? Soul King! How did the Soul King become an elder? I'm curious?" Fifteen Jun Douluo laughed.
"Father, you don't need your old man to do anything, let me compare with him." An old man in his 60s stepped forward and asked.
"Ding! Being provoked by Fifteen Ton Douluo's family, you will choose..."
"Option [-]: Take a step back to open up the sea and the sky, give up the mountain to them, and reward them with the special soul skill Feiyundu."
"Option [-]: Take a step back and think more and more angry, take action to teach Fifteen Jun Douluo and his son a lesson, and reward a Dao Temple."
This kind of choice does not require thinking, just choose the latter directly.
Feng Hao smiled and said: "Since Qianjun Douluo doubts my position as an elder, I will give you a good explanation today. If your son wants to compete, then I will teach him a lesson first, and then I will compete with you."
"Haha! Teach me, I'd like to see where you have the confidence." After the son of Fifteen Jun Douluo finished speaking, his martial soul activated.
The Coiling Dragon Stick appeared in his hand, and with the Coiling Dragon Stick in his hand, eight soul rings appeared on his body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black.
"Qianguming, level 89 Contra."
Qian Guming's spirit ring is also a fairly standard match, and his level 89 spirit power is even closer to Title Douluo.
His level of 89 is much better than Wang Yuanjing's.
After all, Wang Yuanjing is not a fighting spirit, but this dragon stick is a very powerful weapon spirit.
"Level 89, I just killed a level 89 person before. Today I see that you are from the Wuhun Temple, and I haven't heard of any bad deeds from you. I won't kill you."
Feng Hao spoke casually, and then directly activated Wuhun.
The three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the air, and the five spirit rings on his body slowly appeared.
Red, red, red, red, gold.
With these five soul rings, Wang Yuanjing almost fainted.
This is too exciting!
He can't stand it now.
The fiery breath of flames around Feng Hao made him feel too dangerous, so he hurriedly stepped aside.
"This...it's impossible."
"How could the first spirit ring be 10 years old?"
"What's that last one? The golden one, from a million years old?"
"..."
Those descendants of Fifteen Ton Douluo talked a lot there, completely showing their unbelievability.
Fifteen Jun Douluo and Qian Guming were like this, they only felt their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"This old man spends his entire life without obtaining a 10-year soul ring. How can he possess such a heaven-defying soul ring? How did he do it?"
Fifteen Jun Douluo was already envious and jealous.
At this moment, Qian Guming felt that he might not be his opponent.
The gap between the soul rings of the two is too big.
Moreover, the strength of Feng Hao's martial soul made him feel suffocated.
This martial spirit is too powerful, he feels that it is higher than his own by how many grades.
"Feng Hao, level 55 soul king." Feng Hao said with a smile.
"No wonder you are able to become the elder of the Spirit Hall. I really underestimated you. However, there is still a 34-level gap in soul power between you and me."
Although Qian Guming felt that he might not be an opponent, but he felt that he was a feeling, so he definitely couldn't be cowardly at this time.
After all, he is a master who is close to the Title Douluo. If he is cowardly at this time, he will be forced to lose and his future cultivation will be affected.
"Second Soul Skill, Heavy Stick Shadow!"
He directly used his Coiling Dragon Stick, and dense stick shadows swept towards Feng Hao.
"Second Soul Skill, Sun God Fist!"
Feng Hao didn't need to use other soul skills, and directly used the second soul skill.
He punched him out, and saw that his fist was like a scorching sun.
The fiery three-legged Golden Crow was braving, the moment his fist approached Qian Guming's Coiling Dragon Staff.
The Panlong stick was burned instantly, Feng Hao's fist hit Qian Guming's body, and Qian Guming's body flew upside down for more than ten meters.
With the last punch, the virtual image of the Golden Crow appeared and flew into his body.
"what--"
Qian Guming opened his mouth and screamed in pain, when he screamed, flames spewed out of his mouth.
"Feng Hao, let me go." Fifteen Jun Douluo eagerly begged at this time.
"Let him go, we don't want this hill anymore."
Seeing that Feng Hao ignored him, Fifteen Jun Douluo directly gave up on the mountain.
"Okay!" Feng Hao recalled the golden crow phantom on Qian Guming's body.
Although Qian Guming's sharp pain disappeared, the scorching pain left before was still there.
It can only be said that there is no need to worry about his life now, if he continues, he will definitely die.
After Feng Hao released the Qiangu Ming, he said to Qianjun Douluo: "Thousand Jun Douluo, it's your turn now, please! Let me see how powerful your Coiling Dragon Cudgel is."
(End of this chapter)
