At the same time, he also greatly appreciated Tang San. From the perspective of talent, this Tang San is even stronger than Dai Mubai. Only the martial arts are weaker in nature. Otherwise, maybe he will be a peerless power in the future.

The right hand clenched his fist and reached the palm of his left palm. Zhao Wuji sighed helplessly: "I am unlucky. How come I encountered such a small hedgehog. It seems that I will adjust my training in the future. It’s not a device.” In the last sentence, Zao Wou-Ki’s face could not help but reveal a few evil smiles.

"Zhao Wuji." When Zao Wou-ki thought about how to practice Tang San in the future, a sudden voice made the smile on his face solidify instantly.

You must know that he is a 76-level soul sage. He is a high-ranking sorcerer in the entire Douro sect. The soul is strong enough to form a wonderful gas field around his body. I noticed the sound of the leaves falling within a hundred meters around the body. At this time, he did not feel that there was someone around him, and this voice directly penetrated his ear, and it sounded like talking in the ear. This kind of strength has already made Zhao Wu extremely vigilant. He does not know this voice, but he can be sure that the strength of the coming person is never under him.

"Who?" Meng stood up, and Zhao Wuji’s eyes were cold. At the beginning, his reputation in the soul division was not very good, and there were many hatreds. These years were hidden in Shrek College and it was calm. I didn't expect a powerful opponent to suddenly appear at this time.

"You come out." A glimpse of the atmosphere is locked in Zao Wou-ki.

Zhao Wuji did not hesitate to look out through the window and came outside. The soul force suddenly rose to the apex, carefully guarded, and also searched for the surrounding movement.

Who is Zhao Wuji? Not moving Ming Wang, was also the murder of countless masters, so provocative by the unknown opponents, coupled with the sulking in the chest during the day, suddenly made him angry. Use your foot to quickly chase away in the direction of the breath. After a while, it was out of the scope of Shrek College and came to a forest outside. The silky breath just disappeared here.

"Come out. I know you are here." Zhao Wuji shouted. At the same time, he completed his own martial arts possession in the first time. The seven soul rings revolved around the body, sparkling with dazzling light, especially the three black Wannian soul rings, which looked even more amazing. Squat.

A black figure slowly came out from behind a big tree. The man was covered in black clothes, and even had a black headgear on his head. From the appearance, he could only see that he was a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly and completed the martial arts strong King Kong bear possession. He released the wild atmosphere and was not angry.

The black man did not answer his words directly, but said faintly: "I can't see you in this small place. I just want to talk to you. I haven't been active for a long time."

As he said, the black man slowly lifted his right hand. Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm and turned into a huge artifact. At the same time, nine soul rings appeared quietly on him. Two yellow, two purple, five black. Nine soul rings are not as rhythmic as Zao Wou-Ki, but quietly stagnate in the different positions of the black man's body, completely covering his body. Nine Soul Rings are extremely terrifying, especially his last soul ring, which is faintly red in black.

If the master is here, you will surely see that the same is the soul ring of the year, the gap is also huge, for example, the soul ring that has been cultivated for 10,000 years, and the soul ring that has been cultivated for 90,000 years. How could it be the same? The dark red color represents the level of the soul ring that has reached at least 90,000 years.

Seeing that the black man released nine soul rings in front of him, Zao Wou-Ki only felt a cold water splashing like a face, and the whole body was cleverly chilled. As a soul teacher of the soul level, he can understand the gap between the higher soul teachers. At the 60th level or above, let alone a phase difference, even if it is only one level, the strength has a certain gap. On the surface, he and the black man in front should be at about 20, but he is very clear that the gap between himself and the black man is even greater than that of Tang San and his soul. .

"The title of Douro." Difficult to spit out these four words, Zhao Wuji's unmoving Ming Wang body is a little trembling, if he is the existence of a higher level in the soul division, then the title of Doro is the existence of the peak of the soul division.

The domineering in the previous words disappeared, and Zhao Wuji rushed to bow down. "Which seniors are coming. Don't make fun of the little. How can I match with you?"

The black man said faintly: "What is unworthy? When you are in the daytime, is it not good to bully those children? I find that the feeling of bullying seems to be good. Let me bully and bully you too. Of course, you can think that I am bullying."

Without any strong breath, the black man held the huge artifact and walked toward Zhao Wuji step by step.

In Zhao Wuji’s mind, there is a lot of thoughts on the mainland. On the mainland, there are only a handful of titles, each of which is famous and has a surname. In front of the title, the title is obviously a martial art, and the martial arts practice to the level of the Douro. Very few, who is he?

Suddenly, the black man stopped at a distance of ten meters from Zao Wou-Ki. "Since it is here, come out. What is the difference between one and two?"