It's just that the soul of the king has never said anything to outsiders, and even these people he sent are tight-lipped and don't dare to reveal a word.

"Teacher, what should we do about this matter!"

After a while, Wang Lung slowly raised his head, looked at the soul of the king in front of him, and asked.

"Withdraw!"

After pondering for a moment, the corners of the king's soul twitched, and he coldly spat out a word.

Remove....

The fifty killers present all had slightly trembling eyes, and they didn't understand the decision made by the teacher Wang Zhisoul, but no one dared to refute it.

The soul of the king knew very well in his heart that this person named Xu Tian dared to shout so publicly! he must have done a good job, and he would definitely attack Factory No. 3 at night!

On the one hand, he didn't want to touch the other party's sharpness, and he didn't want to conflict with the people of the Shao family.

....

"Shao Qiansoul! I want to leave like this, isn't it a bit too much!"

At this moment, a very dull voice came from outside the door, and then Xu Tian's figure appeared.

Hearing the other party shout his name, Wang Zhisoul's nerves tightened suddenly.

This name, which I haven't heard for more than ten years, is both familiar and unfamiliar, far and near!

Shao Soul!

Once carried hope, bloodthirsty, killer, ruthless, but also a glory!

But in the heart of the king's soul, these have long been buried by his own hands!

"You are Xu Tian?!"

Wang Zhisoul stopped everyone behind him, walked up to Xu Tian, and smiled faintly: "You injured my apprentice?!"

The other party can tell his identity, and he is obviously the core figure of the Shao family.

Combined with what happened in the past few days, coupled with this thunderous name, the soul of the king judged that the person in front of him was Xu Tian.

"Good eyesight!

Xu Tian did not shy away from it and responded directly.

Since he came, there was no need to dodge, and that was not his Xu Tian's character.

"Let them all come in!"

The soul of the king moved his ears, sensed the strangeness outside, and smiled casually.

As the voice of the king's soul fell, the twenty killers led by Shao Zhengkun all gathered into the No. 3 factory.

They were heavily armed and dressed in night clothes.

"As a national art master, I actually started to use guns!

The King's Soul glanced at it, and the contempt in his eyes immediately spread.

The Shao family is famous for its national arts, and even the most glorious Shao family Sanjie era is ashamed of using guns!

But now this group of juniors actually use guns! It is indeed a shame!

Shao Zhengkun took off the black face on his face, raised his hand and said, "Put it all away!"

"Xu Tian, are you here today to slaughter Factory No. 3!"

The soul of the king's gaze fell back to Xu Tian again, and he spoke lightly.

"Massacre?!can't talk about it!" Xu Tian shook his head, "But the Wang family has been fighting for the tiger for so many years, and it really should pay a little price!"

"Do you think you can be so arrogant because you are a military junior!"

In the next second, the soul of the king directly broke through Xu Tian's identity, and the look in his eyes did not change at all.

But the disciples behind him, when they heard the name of the military youth, they were all stunned, and the fear in their hearts gradually climbed.

"You know me?!"

Xu Tian was also a little surprised.

"This is not a difficult thing at all! The military youth who was in the limelight suddenly disappeared! And some of the things that happened in Fengcheng, coupled with the announcement issued by the ancient family of the imperial city, I don't think anyone is so bold and dares to argue with the ancient family of the imperial city, the only explanation, you are the eldest son of the Xu family in Kyoto, the military young!"

Listening to the inference of the king's soul, Xu Tian smiled faintly.

But the other party's mind is meticulous, how could he not think that this is a trap, and he is extremely afraid to think about it.

An ominous premonition spread in Xu Tian's heart.

"Let's go!"

With his hands behind his back, the soul of the king spoke lightly.

"Why?"

Xu Tian was a little puzzled and asked.

"Because I don't want to kill!"

The soul of the king raised his head slightly, and the cold killing intent emanating from his cold eyes made everyone's hearts tremble.

"You're so confident that you can beat me?!"

"You're no match for me!"

"Then I'm going to give it a try!"

The fire of war in Xu Tian's heart was completely ignited, and the burning flames in his eyes made his body tremble.

"In that case, I will do as you wish!"

The same look appeared in the King's Soul's eyes, and then he lowered his body and opened his bow in a crane flying manner.

"Guoshu?!"

Looking at the other party's posture, Xu Tian's heart trembled.

The crane fei used by the other party was different from all the national arts he had ever seen, and there was no similar record in the Shao family's library pavilion.

Only now did he understand why Shao Qianzheng would give Shao Qianzheng such a high evaluation.

In terms of national arts, he is indeed a genius!

"You're not scared, are you?"

The corners of the King's Soul mouth raised slightly.

"Okay! Give back to the other in his own way!"

Xu Tian took the same posture, pounced on the bow with a tiger, and said with a smile.

Wang Zhisoul knew that the other party wanted to try his best to find fairness, but he still smiled and said, "You can use any strongest attack move!"

"Not necessarily!"

Xu Tian also smiled and took the lead in attacking, and his condensed fists blasted out in mid-air, smashing into the face of the king's soul.

"The strength is not weak!"

Feeling the three layers of strength in the opponent's fist, the soul of the king sighed in his heart.

In the next second, his fist also condensed, blasting towards the same angle.

The strength is divided into nine layers, each layer is a breakthrough for a national art cultivator, and as for the ninth layer, no one has ever reached it.

And after years of training, the strength of the king's soul has been cultivated to the sixth layer, and it is not a problem to open the mountain and gravel.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a piercing sound erupted in the air, and the two figures retreated in unison.

Xu Tian held his arm, trembling, and looked at the soul of the king with gloomy eyes!

He's too strong!

I haven't felt this kind of horror in the battle with Shao Qianzheng!

"The army is worthy of being a military youth!"

The soul of the king laughed, and the fist under his palm moved again, and it burst out.

After the blow, the soul of the king looked even more excited, especially Xu Tian's ability to block his attack, which surprised him greatly.

"Play with you!"

Xu Tian was stunned for a second, and his fists burst out again.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The bodies of the two men were entangled, and only bursts of noise could be heard, exploding in the sky above the factory.

"Whoosh!"

After the blow, the keen Xu Tian grasped the flaw of the king's soul and stretched out his right hand to grab it heavily.

But the other party's body seemed to turn into a spring breeze, floating wantonly in mid-air.

"Level 5 Jiu-Jitsu!"

Xu Tian's eyes were stunned again, and four words coldly spit out in his mouth.

Xu Tian is also quite accomplished in jiu-jitsu, but in front of the soul of the king, he is still too weak!

"Bang!"

At this moment, Xu Tian's back suddenly made a "rattling" sound, and a stream ......of hot blood spurted out of his throat.

"I'm defeated!"