Chapitre 95: Oscar's Big Fresh Sausage And Little Cured Sausage (4)
Simultaneously, he also greatly appreciated Tang San, from seeing his talent this Tang San would be more powerful than even to Dai Mubai. Only his Spirit was innately somewhat weak, otherwise, maybe in the future he would be an exceptional power.
Right hand making a fist, hitting his left palm, Zhao Wuji said with a helpless sigh:
"Counts as my bad luck. Why did I encounter this little hedgehog, apparently, hereafter I still must properly instruct him. Uncut jade won't make a tool."
Speaking the last line, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but display a somewhat vicious smile.
"Zhao Wuji."
While Zhao Wuji thought about how to properly drill Tang San in the future, a suddenly appearing voice made the smile on his face freeze in a moment.
One must know, he was a seventy sixth ranked Spirit Sage, in the entire Douluo Continent Spirit Master realm, all high level existences, with spirit power already formidable were able to form around their bodies a fantastic qi, able to clearly discover the sound of tree leaves floating down within a radius of a hundred metres of his body. But right now, he had not at all sensed someone around him, and this voice even more was stabbing into his ear, sounding like it was spoken next to his ear. This kind of strength already made Zhao Wuji greatly alert, he did not at all recognize this voice, but he could be certain, the visitor's strength was in no way beneath his.
"Who?"
Fiercely springing up, in Zhao Wuji's eyes released a cold light. Originally in the Spirit Master realm his reputation was not too good, enemies not few. These years hiding within Shrek Academy had been tranquil, he had not expected this suddenly appearing powerful opponent.
"Come out."
A wisp of faintly discernable qi locked on Zhao Wuji's body.
Zhao Wuji without the slightest hesitation pierced through the window shutters, arriving outside. Spirit power abruptly elevated to the peak, cautious and solemnly on guard, simultaneously searching around him for activity.
Who was Zhao Wuji? Motionless Bright King originally also murdered countless sons, being provoked by an unknown opponent like this, adding to the day's depressed stuffy air on his mind, immediately made his rage bubble up. Underfoot using strength, pulling towards that qi at high speed. In a moment's work he already reached Shrek Academy's edge, arriving in a grove outside. That trace of qi also finally faded away here.
"Come out. I know you're here."
Zhao Wuji's deep voice shouted loudly. Simultaneously, he immediately completed his Spirit Body Enhancement, seven spirit rings rhythmically revolving up and down around his body, flickering with dazzlingly beautiful light, especially those three black ten thousand year spirit rings, looking even more astonishingly abstruse.
A black silhouette unhurriedly walked out from behind the trunk of a big tree. This person's whole body was shrouded in black clothes, even to the extent that the head had a black covering, from the exterior appearance, one could only see he was a large man.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wuji coldly shouted, having completed Spirit Vigorous Vajra Bear Transformation, his whole body released a coarse and wild atmosphere, not anger from power.
The black clad man did not directly answer his words, only coolly said:
"At this minor place meeting the Motionless Bright King, I am only thinking to exchange pointers with you. Quite a while without exercising the body."
While speaking, the black clad man slowly raised his right hand. Immediately, a black light condensed in his hand, transforming into a huge tool, at the same time, a whole nine spirit rings quietly appeared on his body. Two yellow, two purple, five black. Nine spirit rings not at all like Zhao Wuji's moving with that kind of rhythm, but were distinctly calmly still on the black clad man's body, completely enveloping his body within. Nine spirit rings were an extremely terrible existence, especially his that last spirit ring, within the black faintly penetrated red.
If Grandmaster was here, he certainly would see, while it equally was ten thousand spirit ring, the disparity was still huge. For instance, a cultivating for ten thousand years spirit beast's spirit ring with a cultivating for ninety thousand years spirit beast's spirit ring, how they possibly still be alike. That rosy within black color, represented that spirit ring had attained at least the ninety thousand year level.
Seeing the black clad man before him release nine spirit rings, Zhao Wuji felt like he was splashed with cool water, whole body shivering. As a Spirit Sage level Spirit Master, he understood the disparity between higher level Spirit Masters. Reaching sixtieth rank or higher, let alone the gap between one stage, even if it was only one rank's difference, the strength had a certain difference. On the surface it would appear, he should have a hap of about twenty ranks with the black clad man before him, but he was very clear on, the gap between him and this black clad man, it was bigger than even compared to the gap between him and Tang San.
"Title Douluo."
With difficulty spitting out these two words, Zhao Wuji's Motionless Bright King Body somewhat trembled, if speaking of him as a high level existence among Spirit Master, then Title Douluo was an apex existence among Spirit Masters.
The previous words' aggressiveness were like blown off the face of the earth, Zhao Wuji hurriedly stooped in salute,
"May one ask who visiting Senior might be. Please do not play a joke on this one. How could I join in exchanging pointers with You."
The black clad man coolly said:
"What joining or not. When you today was bullying those several children was it not also done very well? I discovered, bullying people apparently feels pretty good. Let me also bully you. Of course, you can consider me like this as the strong mistreating the weak."
Without emitting any atmosphere of strength, the black clad man's hands grasped that immense implement, walking step by step towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's mind worked like lightning. On the Continent, Title Douluo could be counted on the fingers, and each one was of a famous family, this Title Douluo before him clearly had a Tool Spirit, Tool Spirit cultivating to Title Douluo level were even fewer, in the end who was he?
Suddenly, the black clad man at a ten metre distance from Zhao Wuji stopped his steps,
"Since coming, at once come out. One or two, still there is no difference, right?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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