"Dugu..." Flanders had some impression and was thinking while touching his protruding chin.
"I don't care about you Dugu..." Zhao Wuji, the brainless man, had no impression at all and was about to curse, but was stopped again by Flanders with a shocked look in his eyes.
Flanders stared at Fang Ling with a serious attitude: "But His Majesty the Bilin?"
Facing the gazes of the two Soul Saints, Fang Ling was not timid at all. He smiled slightly and said, "I don't think there is anyone in the world who dares to be called this."
Titled Douluo!
Xiao Wu's body trembled when she heard that, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes, and she completely hid herself behind Tang San.
"Hiss~" Zhao Wuji widened his eyes and quickly covered his mouth. He looked around in panic and saw that there was no one around. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"I don't know, Your Majesty..." Flanders gave up the idea of helping Dai Mubai to take revenge.
There is no way, the opponent is too strong.
Even if Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong were here, they would only be beaten up if the three of them used the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Technique Golden Holy Dragon together.
There is not even the slightest chance of winning.
Fang Ling said calmly: "The teacher is in Soto City. He said that I can come alone. People will generally give him some face."
Just not here.
Xiao Wu, who was hiding behind Tang San, patted her chest, and her anxious heart finally relaxed.
Who dares not to give face to this old poisonous creature Dugu Bo?
His record of exterminating a clan is real!
Flanders complained in his heart and glanced at Dai Mubai who was still lying on the ground: "Your Majesty, do you know that your disciple behaves like this?"
"Aren't you afraid of offending the Xingluo royal family by taking away the prince's wife?"
"Xingluo Imperial Family?" Fang Ling laughed, as if he heard something funny. "What a joke! This is the Tiandou Empire!"
"Teacher, as a guest of the Tiandou Imperial Family, are you afraid of offending the Xingluo Imperial Family?"
"We should ask the Xingluo royal family whether they dare to offend our teacher, the world's most poisonous Titled Douluo, for the sake of a prince and princess who are doomed to be killed because they cannot win the battle for the crown prince!"
In fact, Bibi Dong should be the number one, but her reputation is not well known to the public. In the eyes of the world, the number one Titled Douluo with the poisonous attribute is Dugu Bo.
Flanders was just a Soul Saint, so he didn't dare to interfere in such a dispute and could only remain silent.
Fang Ling didn't care about his reaction and smiled: "Of course the teacher knows."
"I came here this time because I heard about Zhu Qing."
"Dai Mubai is a weakling who is obsessed with beauty, neglects his cultivation, and has little combat power. He will definitely lose in the Xingluo royal family dispute."
"So I am saying on her behalf now that her registration is invalid. She will not participate in the remaining assessments of your academy and will return to Tiandou Royal Academy with me."
Flanders looked unhappy, but he had no objection.
Zhao Wuji didn't dare to object.
Both of them knew that if they stopped him this time, the one who would come later might be Dugu Bo himself!
"Fang Ling, for me, is it worth it? Will His Majesty Bilin agree?" Zhu Zhuqing finally found the opportunity and asked in a low voice.
"You have already reached the level of Soul Sect at the age of thirteen, and your fourth ring is a ten thousand year soul ring. I am just..."
There was a hint of inferiority in her words.
"What's the point of talking about whether it's worth it or not? I'm willing!" Fang Ling smiled calmly and took her hand, telling her not to think too much. "You don't have to worry about the teacher."
"Besides, since I'm here, you have no choice but to agree!"
The tough words made Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffen slightly. A hint of shyness and joy flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly but did not refuse.
This was the second time Fang Ling met her, but because of her martial spirit and cultivation, she had little resistance.
Or it should be said that Fang Ling's background and cultivation gave her some extra imagination.
Even a first-level innate cultivator could cultivate to this level, and his broken leg had recovered to normal, which was enough to show how much His Majesty Bilin cared about this disciple.
The reason why I couldn't escape before was because I had no power to rely on.
And now, with the existence of martial soul fusion skills, this statement is highly credible.
I'll die anyway, so why not take a gamble now?
Feeling the warmth from Fang Ling's hand, Zhu Zhuqing's cold and dead eyes showed a hint of tenderness.
The originally cold mind instantly became active, and the coldness on the beautiful face melted away in an instant, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun. Glancing at Dai Mubai, who was clearly awake but pretending to be unconscious and didn't dare to get up to refute, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and the last bit of affection from the bond of the marriage contract was easily wiped out.
A tear fell from Zhu Zhuqing's eyes and she nodded gently: "I'll go with you."
"Okay!" Fang Ling smiled generously and held her soft hand tighter.
He did not leave immediately.
Instead, he stared at Tang San and Xiao Wu, a flash of reminiscence flashed across his face, and he said with emotion: "Tang San, Xiao Wu, it's been a long time since we parted in Notting City."
It has indeed been a long time since we last met, and both of them have changed a lot.
Tang San is no longer the skinny kid he used to be.
Relying on the catalysis of the soul ring, it develops and grows extremely fast. It looks ordinary and is actually very ordinary.
Xiao Wu became more and more graceful.
The silky and smooth black hair was combed into a neat scorpion braid, hanging down past the calf.
She wore a pink top that tightly covered her developing figure, with a small waist and long thighs. She wore a pair of clean white trousers, giving people a very pure feeling.
The naturally curved eyebrows, a pair of big watery eyes and a slightly round pink face make her look cute and pretty, and extremely beautiful.
As expected of a hundred thousand year old soul beast in human form, its appearance is truly extraordinary.
"Long time no see." Tang San nodded slightly. Even though his mind was filled with various thoughts and his thoughts were extremely complicated, a smile still appeared on his face.
"Long time no see, Fang Ling." Xiao Wu still smiled carefreely after relaxing.
But she still felt somewhat dissatisfied that Fang Ling no longer called her Sister Xiaowu.
"I have a question, but I don't know whether I should ask it or not." Tang San looked a little conflicted, but he finally asked.
Fang Ling knew what he wanted to ask without having to guess, and said directly: "It's very simple, just practice hard."
"As long as you are willing to put in 120% effort, risk your life to meditate, and absorb spirit rings of higher levels, you will naturally get rich rewards."
"That's it?" Tang San looked puzzled.
Fang Ling nodded: "If the progress is not as expected, think about whether it is because you are not determined enough and not working hard enough?"
"But I have worked very hard!" Tang San defended.
I go to class in the morning, work in the afternoon, and practice at night, so I have almost no free time.
Xiao Wu also echoed: "That's right, that's right."
Fang Ling was silent for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Are you still forging iron, Tang San?"
Tang San was silent. This was related to the Tang Sect's hidden weapons, how could he give up?
"You're also in class this morning, right?"
Tang San still didn't reply.
Fang Ling turned his gaze to Xiao Wu: "And you, Xiao Wu, the most unfortunate thing is you, when I was around you hardly practiced at all, but you were still able to catch up with Tang San's progress in cultivation."
"Have you practiced well since I left?"
Seeing the two people who were speechless, he angrily said, "Peak of level 29!"
"Two people with full innate soul power! Six years have passed since they entered school and they are only at the peak of level 29?"
"A great talent is wasted. I wasted my time chasing you guys, but now I'm level 50 and you guys... Tsk."
Fang Ling smacked his lips, took a deep breath, and his expression became calm again.
He turned around, shook his head, and stopped looking at the two of them.
As he walked, he let out a long sigh: "You are no longer my target. I am very disappointed in you..."
(End of this chapter)