After all, the status and energy that Title Douluo has in this world is something that anyone wants to have.

But not everyone can become a Title Douluo, or maybe there is not one in a million people who can become a Title Douluo.

Only the eighth level of innate soul power is expected to hit the title, and this difficulty can be said to have directly swept away 99.9% of the people.

It's just that the storyteller said in an astonishing voice again: "Hehe, do you think that His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who is known as the Hidden Dragon, only has an eighth-level innate soul power?" ”

"Then you are very wrong, the eighth level is only expected to impact the title, and our Royal Highness the Third Prince is the innate soul power of the ninth level!"

"The realm of Title Douluo, as long as he is willing to work hard to cultivate, it is enough to have hands!"

As soon as these words came out, many people who ate melons had a terrifying expression.

At the same time, a young man with strange eyes in the private room on the third floor couldn't help but murmur: "The title can be achieved with hands, no wonder Davis, who has only an eighth level of innate soul power, would target me like this, it turned out that he was jealous of my talent!" ”

"And the control of the Heaven Dou Empire is too commonplace, in our Star Luo Empire, who has the courage to privately spread the royal information outside, don't have a head?"

Obviously, this young man was able to abscond with the acquiescence of Dai Tianyue or Dai Tianfeng, the prince of Xingluo, the evil-eyed silver tiger Dai Mubai.

It's just that he didn't know that the forces behind the Mingyu Tower in this small border city were the nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire.

"This storyteller is a bit interesting, but I don't know how far I can cultivate my innate soul power."

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai said to a strong and swarthy figure beside him, who seemed to be a personal guard: "Uncle Hei, you go down and help me ask, if it is innate soul power, what level can it reach." ”

The person known as Uncle Hei took a deep look at Dai Mubai and said, "The rumors are not credible, and Lanming City is not far from Longxing Fortress, you can't take it lightly, second prince." ”

The Black Tower is a Soul Emperor under Dai Tianyue, and it was him and several of his companions who absconded from Star Luo City with Dai Mubai this time, and the other five Soul Emperors all carried a teenager of similar size to Dai Mubai in their hands, and scattered to reduce the probability of being captured.

Dai Mubai said: "It's okay, it's safe here, Uncle Hei, you can help me ask." ”

It's just that when Heita heard Dai Mubai's words, he still looked cold, and he didn't have any idea of leaving.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai's eyes were slight, and he secretly said in his heart: "Okay, you dog slave, if I were the prince, would you dare to talk like this?" ”

"Then His Highness Ben will go by himself."

Saying that, Dai Mubai stood up directly, walked to the door of the private room, pushed it open, and walked out.

And that black tower didn't pay attention to him at all, anyway, his mission directly sent Dai Mubai to this city, and now that the task is complete, he is also ready to return to Xingluo City.

Just when Dai Mubai came to the bottom floor, the storyteller had already begun to talk about the last prince, that is, the avalanche of the fourth prince.

"As the saying goes, dragons give birth to nine sons, each of which is different, and our Fourth Prince, His Highness Avalanche, is simply ...... compared to his three brothers"

Mr. Storyteller hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know what words to use to describe His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words.

"It's almost amazing, when His Royal Highness Avalanche was 100 years old, he caught rouge gouache used by women to dress up."

"When I was three or four years old, His Royal Highness once said that he loved the touch of cinnabar on a woman's mouth the most."

"When he was seven years old, His Highness wrote a limerick poem that was widely circulated."

"A touch of cinnabar is enjoyed exclusively, two cherry mouths bite lightly, the dark black forest dragon spear arrives, and the world is happy."

"Until now, His Highness the ten-year-old Avalanche is a frequent visitor to all the Wind and Moon places in the Heaven Dou Imperial City! Won the title of a flower dragon! ”

Speaking of which, the storyteller's drama is about to end at this moment, but Dai Mubai on the side has no interest in the so-called Hualong at all.

He just wanted to ask this storyteller, what kind of achievements would he have if he had ten levels of innate soul power, but he didn't notice that the Black Tower had quietly left at this moment.

Just as he was about to speak, a crisp voice came from the right.

"What the master said is really good, then how many levels of soul master does the master know that the innate soul power is level 20 or even above 20?"

The storyteller was stunned, and Dai Mubai was also a flurry, they hadn't even heard of such a thing as level 20 of innate soul power.

It's not a little girl from a rich family who said it nonsense, both of them thought so in their hearts.

Dai Mubai and the old master followed the prestige, only to see a young man with a young woman, a young girl, and three little loli.

These five women are all very beautiful, and the young woman with long lilac hair has a gentle and noble temperament, which can be regarded as a combination of the royal sister and the queen.

The blonde girl beside her, judging from her figure, is a young royal attribute, plus three little Lori, she has achieved the queen, the royal sister, the young royal, and the four achievements of Lori.

"Sure enough, it's a child from a rich family talking nonsense."

"Evil fire descends from the sky, the kidneys are gushing down, the dragon's head is high, dare to fight!"

These two completely different ideas are naturally from the old master and Dai Mubai.

The old master was the first to speak: "Old man, I haven't heard of this innate soul power reaching level 20 for so many years, this doesn't exist." ”

After speaking, the master stroked his chin and long beard with his right hand, showing a masterful demeanor.

Bing Lianxue smiled and didn't speak, just this little ghost who likes to be lively ran down to ask the storyteller.

It's just that the old master didn't notice it, and between the swings of his right hand, a pattern on his right arm under the gray robe was revealed, and this pattern fell directly into Qian Chongling's eyes.

It was a dark blue butterfly!

This butterfly has a name, it's called Dark Blue Butterfly!

And this pattern, painted with special pigments, only appears in the afternoon on a sunny day, not usually.

This butterfly pattern is a mark that only people in the dark hall of the Martial Spirit Hall have.

In other words, this person who looks old on the outside, but is a storyteller by profession, is actually a member of the Dark Temple.

Knowing the identity of the person in front of him, Qianzhong Ling smiled faintly and looked at the young man with strange eyes not far away with a playful gaze.

At this time, Dai Mubai had already forgotten what he wanted to ask, and his mind was full of Nako Nako.

I saw him clear his throat, coquettishly flick his golden half-long hair, and said, "Under Dai Mubai, who is currently nine years old, is a twenty-first level Great Soul Master. ”

"I wonder if you're lucky enough to invite a few ladies to dinner?"