Douluo: Begin As Bibi Dong’s Righteous Son

The little girl standing next to Huo Yunting heard the words and curled her lips involuntarily, "Father, you promised me that you would find someone who can really teach me swordsmanship. You said it yourself just now that he is young, No matter how strong swordsmanship can be, maybe my swordsmanship is not as good as me.”

"And you look at him, he still wears a mask, and dare not show his true face. What kind of strength can he have, let alone the attainment of swordsmanship."

The little girl looked away from Bi Zihan's body, and stood beside Huo Yunting in disbelief.

"No matter what the result is, you should put away your petty temper. Drizzlelou has never done things in a proper way. If you offend Drizzlelou, our Fire Leopard Sect will have nothing to do." Huo Yunting glared. He glanced at his daughter, with a strong warning in his tone.

Drizzle Tower could gain a foothold in the Star Luo Empire not only by the support of the Star Luo royal family, but also by its own strength and iron-blooded skills.

Back then, the Drizzle Tower had cleaned up half of the nobles in Star Luo City, causing the entire Star Luo Empire to shake. Although the royal family of Xingluo said to the outside world that some of the nobles were fornicating with evil spirit masters, the truth was unknown to others. The suzerains of their three sects were very clear.

"I see, father!" The little girl agreed, and stood silently on the spot without saying a word.

Bi Zihan didn't care about the gazes of the people around him, he went straight to Huo Yunting and sat down, and said, "Huo Zongmen, we don't need to be polite, let's get straight to the point and talk about your Fire Leopard Sect joining the Drizzle Building. What are the conditions?"

"Haha, Jianhen, the owner of the Drizzle Building, is really a straightforward person. Since that's the case, I won't be around the corner. I have two conditions. As long as you can agree, our Fire Leopard Sect will join the Drizzle Building from now on! "Huo Yunting gave a hearty smile, but he didn't feel unhappy because Bi Zihan was too straightforward.

He is an upright person himself, and he likes this straightforward style more than some unnutritious polite words.

"All ears!" Bi Zihan made a gesture of invitation, indicating that he could state all his conditions.

"My first condition is the strength I want to see. I heard that the owner of the Drizzle Building has a good strength at a young age, so can we take a shot. But you can rest assured, I definitely don't have it. If you want to bully the small, I am an eighty-fifth-level Spirit Douluo. How many spirit rings do you have, I will use the first few spirit rings. If I use a higher spirit ring than yours, even if you win , otherwise I lose."

"As for the second condition, I need to know your strength before I can make a decision. I also ask the landlord to forgive me." Huo Yunting just stated the first condition, as for the second condition, it is somewhat ambiguous. mean.

"Look at my strength? Yes, then we will use the level of Soul Saint as the boundary of victory or defeat. If you use the seventh spirit ability, even if I win, otherwise you will win." Indifferent voice, from From Bi Zihan's mouth, he looked at Huo Yunting in front of him calmly.

"Okay, we will use the level of Soul Saint as the boundary between victory and defeat," Huo Yunting agreed very readily, without any hesitation.

The two stood up straight and found an open space.

Huo Yunting looked at Bi Zihan in front of him, the Fire Leopard Martial Spirit appeared behind him, and after the Martial Spirit possessed, appeared on his body: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and eight spirit rings.

Bi Zihan looked at the martial spirit behind Huo Yunting, the martial spirit appeared in his hand: the sword of the gods, the light of the seven elements continuously circulated on the sword, the sharp edge of the killing sword, gradually condensed on the body.

When Huo Yunting saw that there was no spirit ring on his martial soul, he couldn't help but be startled, "How come there is no spirit ring on your martial soul?"

"I have a way to hide my spirit ring, so you can't see my spirit ring." Bi Zihan said indifferently, the sword of the gods spun in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at Huo Yunting in front of him. .

"My spirit power is higher than yours, so you shoot first. As long as you can allow me to use the seventh spirit ring, then you will win this competition." Huo Yunting looked at Bi Zihan in front of him and said in a voice. Very calm.

Although he couldn't tell what level of Bizhan's soul power was, but from the fluctuations emanating from his soul power, he could roughly infer that Bizihan's soul power should be at the level of Soul Sect or Soul King. So he didn't plan to take the lead, but let Bi Zihan take the lead.

Bi Zihan didn't mean to be polite either. He clenched the sword of the gods in his hand and slashed straight at Huo Yunting. The attributes that flowed on the sword of the gods were also fixed on the water attribute at the moment of the shot.

The light blue light belonging to the water attribute appeared on the blade of the Sword of the Gods, and slashed towards Huo Yunting's body.

Huo Yunting saw this, the first spirit ring under his feet flickered, the flames condensed in his hands, and soon covered his hands, his palms clenched into fists, directly facing the sword of the gods.

The flaming fist and the sword of the gods with the added water attribute collided. The two diametrically opposed attributes were constantly offsetting, and fiery air waves continued to appear around the two of them.

Huo Yunting's other hand, clenched into a fist, directly attacked Bi Zihan's body.

The sword of the gods in Bi Zihan's hand spun, blocking the hand that was stalemate with Huo Yunting, the dark attribute of the body's blood was mobilized by him, and the white palm stretched out to directly meet the attacking fist.

The moment the fists and palms collided, Bi Zihan felt the fiery soul power in Huo Yunting's hand, as well as the tyrannical power. His body was also rapidly retreating under the influence of tyrannical force.

"What a great strength, what a strong physique!" Huo Yunting secretly said in his heart, his eyes on Bi Zihan's body, constantly looking at him.

After Bi Zihan stabilized his figure, he shook his numb palm. A sharp edge like a sharp sword appeared in his eyes, without any hesitation, the sword of the gods in his hand slashed straight towards Huo Yunting.

And every time a sword strikes, the speed and strength are compared. The last sword is stronger by three points. It is not only fast, but also very accurate. The places where the swords of the gods attack are the vital points of Huo Yunting's body.

After Huo Yunting resisted Bi Zihan's attack, his eyes narrowed involuntarily. The sword of the gods in Bi Zihan's hand attacked like waves, endlessly, and the attack power was also higher each time, as if it was constantly superimposed.

"Is this a self-created soul skill?" Huo Yunting secretly said in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all. When blocking Bi Zihan's attack, he was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.