Ferrand shook his head and looked at Wen Twelve in the distance, for some reason, although Wen Twelve did not release any momentum, his intuition told him that this person was not simple.

After all, not everyone can see the two soul saints, and they can be so calm, although the other party looks very young, Ferland arched his hand at Wen Twelve in front of him.

"I don't know what this little brother is doing when he comes to my Shrek Academy."

Hearing Ferrander's words, Zao Wou-Ki was a little surprised, and pointed to Wen Twelve on the side and said.

"Boss, what are you crazy about, just such a hairy boy, how far can you cultivate in your mother's womb, so you make a mistake, let me clean him up."

"Heh~"

Hearing what Zao Wou-Ki said, Wen Twelve sneered, his left hand was slowly raised, and then the wind shook violently, and there was a rustling sound next to him, and a burst of cyan light turned into a cyan bow in Wen Twelve's hand. At the same time, a full nine soul rings quietly appeared on him.

The nine soul rings did not move like Zao Wou-ki, but quietly stagnated in Wen Twelve's hands, and the bow and arrow transformed from the pure wind element.

Seeing this scene, Zao Wou-Ki and Ferrand's eyes suddenly widened.

The nine soul rings were already extremely terrifying existences, and Wen Twelve's body was a full nine red soul rings, 100,000-year soul rings.

Seeing the man in black in front of him release nine soul rings, Zao Wou-Ki only felt a stream of cold water splashing on his face, and his whole body shivered.

As a soul master at the soul saint level, he couldn't be more aware of the gap between high-level soul masters. When it reaches level 60 or above, let alone a stage difference, even if it is only one level short, there is a certain gap in strength.

On the surface, it seemed that the difference between him and the young man in front of him should be about twenty levels, but he knew very well that the gap between himself and this young man was even greater than the gap between Thorton and his soul power.

"Title Douluo."

Spit out these four words with difficulty, Zhao Wouji's immovable Ming King and Fei Land's bodies trembled a little, if he is a high-level existence among soul masters, then, Title Douluo is the pinnacle of soul masters, thinking of what he said just now, Zhao Wouji's head flashed only one word.

"It's over."

The whole person was depressed, and the domineering spirit in his previous words was gone, and Ferland on the side hurriedly bent down to salute.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry Zao Wou-Ki was also unintentional before, I'm here to take him to apologize to you."

After speaking, he pushed Zao Wou-Ki next to him, and Zao Wou-Ki reacted and bent down.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'...... I ......"

Bending down, Zao Wou-Ki didn't know what to say, he only felt a cold sweat break out.

"Are you alright? Didn't you say you would teach me a lesson? I'll see how you teach you. ”

Without any strong aura emanating from it, Wen Twelve held the bow of the wind in his hand, pretending to aim at the two people in front of him.

Zhao Wuji's thoughts were racing, on the mainland, there were only a handful of Titled Douluo, each of them had a name and a surname, the Titled Douluo in front of him, the martial soul himself had never seen it at all, was it a martial soul? Who is he?

Fei Lan beside him was also worried, and Zao Wou-Ki was also cheap, how could he provoke such an existence, but he didn't think of this person after racking his brains.

At this moment, Wen Twelve chuckled.

"Ah, it's really lively here today, another one? Why don't you join in? ”

Zao Wou-Ki and Ferrand glanced at each other, looked at Wen Twelve suspiciously, and before they could ask, they saw a black figure behind Wen Twelve slowly walking out from behind a big tree.

This person was shrouded in black clothes all over, and even wore a black hood on his head, and from the appearance, it could only be seen that he was a tall man.

"If the little brother wants to have a discussion, let me do it for me, no more than the two of them."

As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm and turned into a huge artifact, and at the same time, a full nine soul rings quietly appeared on him. Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red

The same nine soul rings stopped at different positions on the black-clothed man's body, completely enveloping his body, and his last soul ring, which was also red, bloomed red in the air.

Looking at the man in black in front of him, Zhao Wuji was about to faint, what kind of wind is it today, the Title Douluo, who is usually rare, actually met two at once today.

Seeing the person coming, Ferrand's eyes lit up, and he respectfully saluted the man in black.

"I've seen Haotian's crown."

Although he didn't know why, but from his words, it seemed that he was going to take the hot potato in the hands of the two, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief, after all, he was fighting with a Titled Douluo, not to mention him and Zhao Wouji, and ten more would not work. Besides, the soul ring ratio of the person in front of him is really, too ...... Tough... No, it's a bit perverted.

Limited to the legendary 100,000-year soul ring, he actually has 9 such unattainable things.

Of course, Wen Twelve knew who this man in black was, it was Tang San's father, Tang Hao, Wen Twelve turned around, tilted his head and looked at Tang Hao with a smile, and the momentum on his body suddenly emanated.

"Oh? Can you do it? ”

As Wen Twelve released his momentum, the trees beside him automatically rose up without wind, and Zao Wou-Ki and Ferrand on the side were suddenly knocked away dozens of meters and fell to the ground.

The two got up from the ground and looked at the two in the field with complicated eyes.

Tang Hao on the other side also released his own momentum to compete with Wen Twelve.

It didn't take long for Tang Hao to obviously feel that his momentum was forced back, no one could feel the pressure brought to him by Wen Twelve more than Tang Hao, of course he knew that the 100,000-year soul ring would bring two soul skills, not to mention the soul bones.

"Can't wait."

Facing the pressure given by Wen Twelve, Tang Hao knew that he could only suffer if he continued like this, so he took a step forward.

"Zao Wou-Ki, Ferrand, stand back!"

While speaking, Tang Hao strode forward, the whole person was like a whirlwind, the Haotian Hammer in his hand flew rapidly, and rushed straight to Wen Twelve, like a black demon sun, full of tyranny and devouring evil domineering, looking at the menacing Tang Hao, Wen Twelve did not panic, the wind bow picked up in his left hand was aimed at Tang Hao, and with the right hand pulling the string, a wind arrow made of pure wind elements appeared on the bowstring, looking at Tang Hao in front of him, Wen Twelve released the bowstring.

The arrow of the wind struck towards Tang Hao in front of him, and where he passed, the air became completely illusory in the distortion, only a flash of cyan light could be seen, and the terrifying air flow stimulated the air to emit a series of screams and explosions, without using soul skills, just the most simple illusion of the arrow of the wind.