Chapter 37: Those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre, so why do you cause trouble for me?

Under the baptism of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Xue Beng, the future Emperor Tiandou, was instantly killed.

Anyway, he is only a level 31 Soul Master, so there is no point in keeping him. As for the other three, they are put into the banner.

At least he is a thug. Even without his soul skills, he can be used even if he is thrown into the City of Slaughter.

Looking at the back of the young man cleaning the battlefield, Ye Lingling pursed her red lips and asked embarrassedly.

"Feng Xuan, why did you make that strange sound just now? It sounded so weird~"

"What? Uh." Feng Xuan was stunned when he heard the voice.

Suddenly reacting, he waved his hands with an awkward smile and said, "Don't mind it, this is just a ritual for me to recall the past."

The carriage was destroyed, and the coachman turned into ashes. It was probably done by the Soul Emperor just now.

"It seems we have no choice but to walk. After something like this, if we go back and rent another one, I'm afraid someone might notice us."

"Why are you frowning? Just think of it as exercising. It's outrageous that you, a Soul Master, have such a poor physique."

I looked up and saw Ye Lingling looking reluctant, and it seemed that she didn't want to walk to the next city.

"I'm a healer. I don't have to fight. Why should I train so hard?"

Ye Lingling pouted, and could see that Feng Xuan had already walked far away with the banner, so she hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Wait for me!"

After running a few steps, I suddenly felt full of strength all over my body, and my soul power was circulating much faster.

After catching up, she blinked her bright eyes and said, "You are obviously a Soul King, why did you pretend to be a Soul Lord before?"

"Just treat me as a Soul Master, and don't tell anyone about my true cultivation level."

"Okay!" Ye Lingling nodded seriously in response.

With the help of Feng Xuan, Ye Lingling managed to reach the next city with great difficulty.

After recuperating, he rented a carriage again, hoping that nothing would happen again this time.

One month later -
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any strange accidents on the road.

The two of them quickly became close because they had been staying in the same carriage for a long time.

As for how good it is.

Anyway, Feng Xuan felt that her eyes were a bit similar to those of the rabbit at home, and she seemed to be getting more and more stupid in front of him.

It seems that the love-brained intelligence-reducing buff of the world rules has been triggered.

As the setting sun shines, there is a small town not far away.

I found an inn here and planned to rest for a night.

Feng Xuan pushed open the wooden door of the inn, and the creaking sound instantly attracted the people who were eating in the hall.

After a quick glance, the environment is average, but there are quite a lot of people. From the clothes, one can probably tell that there are individual soul hunting teams and college teams.

It seems that most of them are soul masters planning to go to the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Hey, look at these two tender-skinned children."

"The girl is very pretty. Come drink with us. I will take you to hunt for a good hundred-year spirit ring. How about that?"

A group of people were frantically testing the edge of verbal death, but no one stood up and started to attack.

Ye Lingling behind him looked at those guys who spoke rudely, her pretty face full of anger.

Feng Xuan gently patted the other person's soft hand to reassure her, then glanced at the people who were talking and said in a cold voice: "When facing people whose strength cannot be judged, you must learn to be polite."

"Everyone, I'll count to three. If you still want to continue, you won't have to see the sun tomorrow."

The dark and thin young man sitting alone in the corner heard the voice and looked at the other person with a frown. Who is so arrogant?
When he saw the other person's appearance, he showed joy, but did not step forward to recognize him. He wanted to see how strong the other person was now.

The fat red-haired man who wanted Ye Lingling to accompany him for drinks slammed the table and said, "You are so arrogant, why don't you do it now?"

As he said this, he pointed at Feng Xuan's face and laughed, as if he was the winner.

The white-haired and bearded man on the side also smiled and clapped his hands, as if he felt that this provocative behavior was very correct.

The gorgeously dressed blond man sitting opposite him was staring at Feng Xuan's face, as if he was trying hard to recall something.

Feng Xuan glanced at him expressionlessly and said quietly: "One"

"Stop counting, you cowardly little white face. If you have the guts, come and beat me, your grandfather!"

"two"

"Three, your grandpa has counted for you, come over here and kowtow! I might be able to do it."

Before he could finish, the young man at the door had disappeared.

Feng Xuan stood behind the fat red-haired man, held his head with one hand, and said softly: "Thank you for helping me count, this is a gift in return."

Then he pressed his face against the three-inch thick solid wood table with all his strength. The table was directly shattered. Just when it was about to touch the ground, the other people noticed his action.

The blond young man with heterochromatic eyes completed the martial spirit possession in an instant, and a hand like a tiger claw grabbed Feng Xuan's wrist.

The dark and thin young man didn't bother to look at the other party's strength. The fat man was now his assistant. Several black vines shot out from his hands and wrapped around him.

But none of them could stop the falling speed at all.

The fragile face directly penetrated the floor and smashed into the rammed earth below.

Feng Xuan shook off the dust on his hands and looked coldly at the limp fat body.

"You are so weak. Why do you want to provoke others?" "Hongjun/Fatty!" Tang San and Dai Mubai shouted and started to attack the man.

Tang San's eyes flashed purple, and he said angrily: "Feng Xuan, you are going too far, he is my friend!"

Seeing him like this, Feng Xuan sneered, "You recognize me now? I don't care if you two are just like each other. If you do something wrong, you must be prepared to pay the price."

Dai Mubai didn't bother to care about these two people. He rushed forward with a roar, just wanting them to pay the price.

Tang San didn't care about anything else. His brother was beaten and he had to get back at him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Oscar squatted down and tried to drag Ma Hongjun out. He struggled to pull his head out of the broken earth. His whole face was unrecognizable and he was unconscious.

Seeing this, he quickly recited his extremely obscene soul spell and conjured up two sausages and stuffed them into the other person's mouth.

He also used his hand to hold the other person's broken jaw and moved it up and down to help him eat.

Feng Xuan casually took out a toothpick-sized banner and put it in his pocket.

The Soul King bullied the Soul Master, and he originally had absolute suppression in terms of soul power. With the high-value auxiliary blessing of the three soul rings, he felt the powerful value and directly shattered the vines that had just been tied to his body.

Under their astonished gazes, he took two steps forward at an extremely fast speed, grabbed their arms, and swung them hard, making them lose their balance.

Tang San's face changed drastically. Such a fast speed, and strength far beyond Dai Mubai!

How did this guy become so strong in just three years?

He tried to use the opponent's arm to twist his body and escape, but he was held by the iron hand and couldn't turn at all.

Before he could think, he felt a huge force on his hand, and he was thrown uncontrollably by the opponent and spun half a circle on the spot, and then his head was pinched.

Feng Xuan raised his mouth slightly and shouted, "Strong hands split the skull!"

As the voice fell, Tang San and Dai Mubai's heads collided with each other, and they almost lost consciousness.

In this instant, the two people's soul rings had just lit up and they were lying on the ground.

Oscar looked at his other two elders who also lost consciousness and became paralyzed, and for a moment he didn't know what was happening.

"You are a bunch of weaklings. Who taught you to provoke others recklessly?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a reply from upstairs: "I taught you that those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre!"

Feng Xuan raised his head slightly and saw two people, one tall and one short, standing there.

"One more thing to say. It's stupid to cause trouble. These guys on the ground are examples of this."

As he said that, he stepped on Tang San, who was dizzy and trying to get up.

Seeing this, the short and strong man nearby smashed the armrest with his palm and shouted angrily: "My student doesn't need you to teach him! Let him go!"

"Looking at you, are you going to bully the weak?" Feng Xuan already knew that this group of people were those Shrek's not-so-smart people.

That's why they deliberately used only their hands. After all, if they used their full strength, they would die.

The reason is that Zhao Wuji himself is not sure he can solve it, even if he sacrifices all the souls in the Human Emperor Banner and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Now there is an additional Flanders.

The Soul Emperor last time was level 64, but these two can beat ten of them at full strength. The Soul Avatar move is so powerful that it is beyond compare.

"Aren't you also bullying the weak? Why, are you scared?"

Flanders sneered and said, "I think you should let this child go, otherwise the girl behind you will die."

Feng Xuan raised the corner of his mouth, revealing his standard eight teeth. He stepped on Tang San's foot with a little more strength, and the extremely thick solid wood floor was cracked in an instant.

"If she dies, all these people must die, including you!"

Everyone can make threats. Ye Lingling's life can be exchanged for the lives of all of you. If it's a multiple-choice question, then let's choose together!

"You don't have the ability."

"But it's not difficult for me to run! At most, we can compete with each other in power. I have a Titled Douluo senior. Are you sure you can survive under his hands? Do you still want to continue threatening me? Dean Flanders?"

After saying that, he increased his strength by another three points, and the entire floor collapsed. The people who had been watching the fun and the shop assistants had all run away.

"you know me?"

"I've heard of him. He is a Soul Saint after all."

"Can it be resolved peacefully?" Flanders always felt a little uneasy.

The other party should not be trying to scare me, regardless of whether he can escape from me and Lao Zhao.

If there really is such a genius as this, who is at the Titled Douluo level, under the opponent's power, the whereabouts of himself and Lao Zhao would definitely not be hidden, and his anger would not be something that Soul Saints like them could bear.

"Teach these people what I just said. That's it. Remember to compensate the store for its losses."

Feng Xuan turned around and the door opened wide.

Zhao Wuji leaned forward and was about to attack, but Flanders held down the opponent's shoulder.

"Don't move, Lao Zhao. That guy is very strange. I get nervous whenever I think of attacking him. I'm afraid there really is an expert hiding in the dark."

"Ah~ I can only consider myself unlucky."

Zhao Wuji said in a muffled voice: "Suffering such a huge loss is a big blow to them."

"They are indeed too arrogant. Let's treat this blow as a test."

　It's only three updates. I can't write the fourth chapter anymore. My back hurts and my brain is confused.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)