"Who is that person? Hey, white-haired and bloody clothes, hey... it gives people a chilling feeling."

The speaker hugged his arms as if he had already felt the chill.

Someone replied: "I don't know, it seems to be the patriarch's guest."

Someone next to him answered, "Seeing that he is young, he is probably about the same age as us, right? He actually wants to compete with the patriarch, he really doesn't know how great he is!"

"It's okay. Although the patriarch has a little hot temper, he is really strong and can control the right position. This kid can't die."

At this time, someone started to speak, and said mysteriously: "Don't underestimate him!"

"Do you know some inside information? Tell me quickly?"

Some people questioned, "Are you just making a fool of yourself?"

The man just now patted his chest, "I see that you are blocked in the news, don't know?"

Bang!

"Damn, Wang Er, why are you hitting me?"

The man named Wang Er clenched his fists, "You guy is just talking nonsense. If you have any insider information, tell me quickly!"

As he said that, he raised his fist, which scared the man so much that he quickly shrank his head into his neck.

If your state is not as good as someone, you can only get beaten.

"Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, it's the boy in white-haired and blood-clothed clothes above. I suspect he has practiced some magical technique of rejuvenation!"

Bang!

"Wang Er, why are you hitting me again?"

"This is a daytime story, so you can't help but confuse the public. What kind of rejuvenation and magic tricks!"

"What I said is true. You didn't see it just now, the white-haired and blood-clothed... Old man, he flew over!"

"Fly over?"

People around you look at me, I look at you.

Only the titled Douluo strongman has the ability to fly.

Conra can only glide from a distance.

"Maybe he used some flying soul skills!" someone speculated.

"But he has no wings on him, I can see it very clearly!"

Most of the flying soul skills will appear on the back of something similar to that within the wings.

If not...

Could it be that he is really a titled Douluo?

"Impossible. Even if he starts practicing from his womb, he will never be able to become a titled Douluo at such an age!"

Someone said this loudly.

Someone then responded, "If he is a titled Douluo, I will run to the martial arts field with my hands and naked for ten laps!"

“Huh…”

There was a sigh around.

"Xiao Shanzi, do you have a special liking for naked running? Didn't you just run naked once last month?"

"I...I..." The man's face turned red with anxiety.

Most of the speculations about Song Wuxin's strength believed that this was a distinguished guest, and he was valued by the patriarch and guided him as an elder.

Although there are many people who come to watch it, they are all young young people, three generations of disciples, etc. I want to watch the battle and hope to learn something.

On the back mountain, two old men with white hair were playing chess.

As the true predecessor of the Po clan, unless the Po clan truly reaches the point of life and death, they will generally not take action easily.

The two of them played chess and played the piano and drank each other all day and all year round. They were so happy and carefree.

In such a chaotic era, it is really not easy to have such a peaceful life in his later years.

The fat old man, who was a little fat, touched his beard and fell a word on the chessboard. He seemed to be unintentionally, asked idlely: "Brother, do you think that kid can be an invincible opponent?"

Sitting opposite him was a thin old man with a white beard with a majestic face and a natural and righteous spirit.

He didn't look sideways, but just looked at the chessboard in front of him.

I couldn't turn my eyes and concentrate so that I could no longer tolerate anything except this game of chess.

He held a handful of floating and sinking in his hand, and his white beard, white hair and white clothes looked like the long-standing folk legend, "a master" with a fairy spirit.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fat old man turned around and glanced at the martial arts field at the foot of the mountain, he saw the dust in his hand slightly moving and quietly moved a piece on the chessboard.

The smile at the corners of his eyes flashed.

After doing everything, he answered the fat old man's question with a stern look: "In my opinion, this young man is not simple! Hurry up, it's time for you to make a move."

"Brother, I'm bored anyway, so we'll bet on the game with this kid invincible competition. How about it?"

"After so many years, you still have a gambling habit." The old man with fairy spirit and a traitor sighed.

"Just bet on the bottle of 50-year-old bamboo leaf green that you have treasured for many years, do you dare?"

"Okay! If you lose, give me your ten thousand-year-old midnight grass."

"One word is certain!"

When the fat old man saw that the gambling game was established, he immediately said, "I won't win in the bet!"

Yang Wudi is his son, and he is still very confident in his son's strength.

Although he is only at level 86, with his super attack power, even ordinary titled Douluo must retreat.

The old man with white beard fell down and said, "Then I will bet the boy with white hair and blood clothes will win!"

Before he finished speaking, the fat old man looked at the chessboard in front of him and asked in confusion: "Huh... Why do I think something is wrong with this chessboard?"

"Second, it depends on your age. Can you say this every time you are about to lose? Can you change your tricks?"

"Is it really that I remembered it wrong? Why did I remember the game wrong every time I played chess, especially when I played you!"

"It means you are old and you have to convince yourself!"

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Martial arts venue.

The competition is about to break out.

Yang Wudi has already unfolded his martial soul.

The spear in his hand flashed with this sharp edge under the sunlight, blowing his hair and breaking his hair.

How could it be simple to arrange the top three martial souls of the Douluo Continent with Haotian Hammer and Qikill Sword?

The Soul-breaking Gun is born with a ten thousand-year soul ring and a soul skill.

Therefore, although Yang Wudi is a Contra, he has nine soul rings.

"You don't open your martial soul?"

Yang Wudi looked at Song Wuxin opposite and asked with a frown.

If you don’t even open your martial soul, this is not confidence, but conceit.

Song Wuxin raised his hand and signaled, "Please!"

Yang Wudi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of anger rose in his heart.

If you don’t even look at the martial soul, who can you look down on me?

He once fought with two titled Douluo, but never fell into a disadvantage. Now a young boy looks down on him so much.

Since that's the case, don't blame his subordinates for showing mercy later.

Not only was Yang Wudi a little angry, but the audience was even more contemptuous. Basically, no one was optimistic about Song Wuxin.

What awesome!

Yang Wudi finally took action.

The eighth soul skill: soul-breaking true body!

The black and red gun intention enveloped the entire martial arts field, and the ground was instantly full of holes and cracks.

Without any fancy things, Yang Wudi directly shot Song Wuxin and stabbed him in the sky spirit cover, and his speed was extremely fast.

Wherever the Soul-Breaking Spear passed, the sound of air explosion came.

Just when everyone thought Song Wuxin was about to be too late, a calm and distant voice echoed, breaking through the sky.

"Come on the sword!"

It was originally a scorching sun, but in an instant, bloody sun was in the sky, and thunder and lightning gathered.
Chapter completed!