Douluo: Lucky Star lost 700 games in a row at the beginning, and the harvest

"I must reach the Soul King level before the All-Continent Youth Soul Master Elite Competition. Only then can I realize my ambitions!"

"I'm only two levels short of soul power, plus the time to find an absorbing soul ring is a bit tight."

Tang San sighed and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Tang San's eyes narrowed, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said viciously.

"Wait, Zhu Rong!"

"The revenge for blocking my way, the revenge for humiliating me, the revenge for having my arm cut off..."

"I, Tang San, will definitely trample you under my feet! That day is not far away!"

At this point, Tang San clenched his left fist tightly. It wasn't that he didn't want to clench his right fist, but his right arm was gone, so how could he clench it...

Xue Beng was sitting opposite Tang San, and he felt nothing when he saw this.

This was not the first time he had seen Tang San in this situation.

Almost every few days, Tang San would grit his teeth and say harsh words, all directed at the man called Zhu Rong.

I don’t know what the hatred or resentment is, but I think about it every day.

Zhurong, Xuebeng was not unfamiliar with the name. Instead, he often heard people around him talking about it.

The fifth soul ring is a hundred thousand year soul ring, and his identity is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall...

Half a year ago, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall seemed to have exchanged some items with the royal family, but the confidentiality was so good that Prince Xuexing didn't find out anything.

As a "dissolute" prince, he had no idea what was going on.

When Rumeng and Dai Mubai heard Zhu Rong's name, their faces turned dark and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Their hatred for Zhu Rong is no less than that for Tang San!

Rumeng is still a little better, but Dai Mubai is so miserable!

His golden hair turned "green" because of Zhurong.

"Tang San, Brother Dai Mubai, Sister Rumeng, do you have a grudge against Zhu Rong?"

Xue Beng couldn't help but asked in confusion.

When Zhu Rong's name was mentioned, the expressions of these three people were terrifying. If there was no hatred, Xue Beng would not believe it.

What made Xue Beng feel strange was that since these three people had a grudge against Zhu Rong, how did they survive until now?

You know, Zhu Rong is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!

How can a powerless person survive if he offends him?

"Ah."

The three men nodded with gloomy faces. The hatred between them and Zhu Rong was more than just a simple grudge!

"Forehead……"

If you have a grudge, just tell us how the grudge came about!

If you don’t tell me, how can I laugh... No, how can I sympathize with you?

Xue Beng was complaining madly in his mind, but when he saw that the three people had no intention of speaking, he was too lazy to ask any more questions.

It would be unwise for Avalanche to make an enemy of the Holy Son of Spirit Hall.

If Tang San, Dai Mubai and Ru Meng were not useful, Xue Beng would not have been so polite to them.

The scene changed and they arrived at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Night falls, but the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is almost brightly lit. How many gold soul coins can the lights and candles cost?

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is wealthy and powerful, and doesn't care about this at all.

The room where Zhu Rong lived was destroyed once half a year ago, but was quickly repaired.

The room is very big, almost two hundred square meters, so even if you want to fight your spirit in the room, you can still do it.

Zhu Rong's expression remained unchanged. He stared at Zhu Zhuqing who was not far away from him, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Zhu Rong, the gap in our strength is too big. How about letting Rong Rong assist me?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned red, she lowered her head so that her toes were invisible, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

In the silent night, without any noisy sounds, Zhu Zhuqing's voice, though small, reached Zhu Rong's ears completely.

After hearing this, Zhu Rong burst out laughing.

Are you used to asking for outside help for this kind of “fighting spirit”?

But, Zhu Qing wouldn’t think that she could defeat him by just hiring Rongrong, right?

After so many failures, don’t they understand how big the gap between them is?

Just when Zhu Rong was about to say something, a graceful figure entered the room silently.

When she looked at the two people who were fighting, her eyes blurred, her brain stopped working, and she stood there in a daze.

Zhu Rong used the Hand of Plenty for a while, and then used...

Zhu Zhuqing's soul power level was already more than twenty levels lower than Zhu Rong's. Even if Zhu Rong did not use his full strength, she could only passively parry and use her second soul skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws to resist Zhu Rong's attack...

I don’t know how long it was, but after the battle, Zhu Rong looked at the beautiful figure with a smile.

Ning Rongrong choked subconsciously, took two steps back, and said weakly.

"Zhu Rong, I, I came at a bad time... Sorry to bother you..."

Zhu Zhuqing, as a Soul Master of the Agility Attack Type, couldn't even sustain a few Soul Skills, let alone her as an auxiliary Soul Master.

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong subconsciously wanted to retreat, run away, run away quickly!

How could she possibly be Zhu Rong's opponent! She couldn't win. She couldn't win at all!

"No, Rongrong, you came at the right time!"

Zhu Rong laughed.

Ning Rongrong wanted to cry but had no tears. How could she run faster than Zhurong who was at the Soul Emperor level?

Silent all night.

Time passed, a few days later.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was not too far from the Sunset Forest, so the group set out after breakfast and arrived at the Sunset Forest at noon.

"The last time I came here, or the last time..."

Ning Rongrong looked at the primeval forest that looked like a painting. She couldn't help but murmur at the pleasant scenery.

Everyone: "..."

"There is a solitary bamboo here, and there is also a solitary bamboo there..."

"I probably wanted to hit someone, my fists felt like I hadn't eaten for three days..."

After a while, Zhu Rong shook his head helplessly and stopped everyone from continuing to create.

"I think everyone has guessed the purpose of coming to Sunset Forest this time."

Zhu Rong was the captain and the strongest member of the team. When he spoke, everyone quieted down and listened attentively.

"Experience, only with a lot of actual combat and the understanding of life and death can you grow quickly..."

"Of course, training is just training after all. If your life is in danger, I will help you."

Zhu Rong was certainly confident enough to say this, as he was now a powerful Soul Emperor with two hundred thousand year soul rings!

The soul skills, soul bone skills, and the inherited skills of the evil god added together are much more than the skills of a normal Titled Douluo...

Everyone nodded, agreeing with Zhu Rong's statement.

Zhu Rong and others are currently on the outskirts of the Sunset Forest. Most of the soul beasts here are only ten years old, and there are relatively few soul beasts that are a hundred years old.

A soul beast that is ten or a hundred years old has no training effect on everyone.

Without any nonsense, Zhu Rong led his group and walked straight towards the center of Sunset Forest.

No matter whether it is low-level soul beasts or high-level soul beasts, the Sunset Forest cannot be compared with the Star Dou Great Forest.

At this moment, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Sure enough, a voice sounded not far away, causing everyone to stop.

"Roar……"

Along with this voice, there were bursts of fighting sounds.

"Let's go over and have a look."

In Zhu Rong's perception, these figures were so familiar that it seemed like several months had passed since they last saw each other.

But why did the aura of those two people surge so much?

"Zhu Rong, is someone hunting souls?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Zhu Rong nodded, but it seemed that their purpose was not to hunt souls and obtain spirit rings, but to have other intentions.

In his perception, these people have not reached the limit required to obtain spirit rings for breakthrough. Could it be that their purpose is also to gain experience?

Not quite like...

No one wasted words, and the two Qiangu brothers led the way in front without saying a word, moving towards the source of the sound.

"Xiao San, what kind of soul beast is this? It's only a hundred-year-old soul beast, why is it so powerful!?"

Dai Mubai rubbed his numb fist. He had just exchanged a move with the soul beast. Just one move, and his fist was almost shattered by the power of the soul beast!

It's just a hundred-year-old soul beast!

And what about Dai Mubai? A level 38 Battle Soul Master!

In a fist-to-palm fight, he was defeated miserably!

Although Tang San's face was not as horrified as Dai Mubai's, he was shocked in his heart.

In just a hundred years, its power is actually "several points" greater than Dai Mubai's. How incredible is this?