Douluo's life to the end

Chapter 143 Anecdotes about Prince Tiandou 3
After all, Titled Douluo has the status and energy in this world that anyone would want to have.

But not everyone can become a Titled Douluo, or in other words, not all of a million people can become a Titled Douluo.

Innate soul power level 99.9 is expected to hit the title, this difficulty can be said to directly sweep away [-]% of the people.

It's just that the storyteller said again in a startling way: "Hey, do you all think that His Highness the Third Prince, known as Qianlong, only has eighth-level innate soul power?"

"Then you are totally wrong. The eighth level is only expected to hit the title. Our third prince is the innate soul power of the ninth level!"

"Title Douluo's realm, as long as he is willing to cultivate hard, he can do it!"

As soon as these words came out, many people who ate melons all had expressions of terror.

At the same time, a young man with strange eyes in the private room on the third floor couldn't help but murmured: "The title is as long as you have it, no wonder Davis, who is only at the eighth level of innate soul power, would target me like this. It turns out that he is jealous." My talent!"

"Besides, Tiandou Empire's control is too commonplace. In our Star Luo Empire, who would have the guts to spread royal information privately outside? Don't mind?"

Obviously this young man was the Xingluo Prince who escaped with Dai Tianyue's or Dai Tianfeng's acquiescence, the evil-eyed silver tiger Dai Mubai.

It's just that he didn't know that the power behind Mingyu Tower in this border town was the nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire.

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

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai said to a strong and dark figure beside him who looked like a personal bodyguard: "Uncle Hei, go down and ask me, if it is congenitally full of soul power, how far can it go. "

The person called Uncle Hei took a deep look at Dai Mubai, and said: "The rumors in the market are not trustworthy, and Lanming City is not far from Longxing Fortress, Second Prince, you can't take it lightly."

Heita is one of Dai Tianyue's soul emperors, he and his companions were the ones who brought Dai Mubai out of Xingluo City this time, and the other five soul emperors carried one of Dai Mubai's body similar to Dai Mubai's. The teenagers scattered around to reduce the probability of being caught.

Dai Mubai said: "It's okay, it's safe here, Uncle Hei, please help me to ask."

It's just that Heita still had a cold look when he heard Dai Mubai's voice, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai's eyes dimmed, and he said in his heart: "Good slave, if I were the crown prince, would you still dare to speak like this?"

"Then His Highness will go by himself."

Said Dai Mubai stood up directly, walked to the door of the private room, pushed it away, and walked out.

And that black tower didn't pay attention to him at all, anyway, his mission sent Dai Mubai directly to this city, now that the mission is completed, he is also preparing to return to Star Luo City.

Just when Dai Mubai came to the bottom floor, the storyteller had already started to talk about the last prince, that is, the fourth prince Xue Beng.

"As the saying goes, a dragon has nine sons, each of which is different, but our fourth prince, His Highness Xue Beng, is nothing compared to his three elder brothers."

The storyteller hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know what words to use to describe His Highness the Fourth Prince, and it took him a long time to utter a few words.

"It can be regarded as a wonderful thing. When His Highness Xue Beng drew lots for a hundred days, what he caught was the rouge and gouache used by women to dress up."

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

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

"A smear of cinnabar is enjoyed by oneself, two cherry mouths are lightly bitten, and the dark black forest dragon gun arrives, one up and one down, the joy of the world."

"Until now, the ten-year-old Xue Beng is a frequent visitor to all the romantic places in the Heaven Dou Imperial City! He won the title of Flower Dragon!"

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

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

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

"The old master is really good. Then the old master knows how many soul masters one will become if the innate soul power is twenty or even above twenty?"

The storyteller was taken aback, and Dai Mubai was also taken aback, they hadn't even heard of such things as innate soul power level [-].

I'm afraid it wasn't the nonsense of some little girl from a wealthy family, both of them thought so in their hearts.

Dai Mubai and the old master followed the prestige, and saw a young man with a young woman, a young girl, and three little girls behind him.

These five women are all very beautiful. The young woman with lavender long hair has a gentle and noble temperament, which can be regarded as a combination of Yujie and Queen.

The blond girl next to her has the attribute of Shaoyu in terms of figure, and with the addition of three little lolis, she has achieved the quadruple achievement of Queen, Yujie, Shaoyu, and Lolita at the same time.

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

"The evil fire descends from the sky, the kidney water gushes down, and the dragon's head rises high, how dare you fight!"

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

The old master took the lead and said: "Old man, I haven't heard of this kind of innate soul power that can reach level [-] for so many years. It doesn't exist."

After finishing speaking, the master stroked the long beard on his chin with his right hand, showing the demeanor of a master.

Bing Lianxue chuckled and didn't speak, it was this kid who likes to be lively and ran down to ask the storyteller.

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

That is a faint blue butterfly!
This butterfly has a name, called Dark Blue Butterfly!
And this kind of pattern, drawn with special paint, will only appear on sunny afternoons, not usually.

This kind of butterfly pattern is a mark that only people in the Dark Hall of Wuhun Hall have.

In other words, this man 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, Qian Zhongling smiled lightly, and looked at the boy with strange eyes not far away with a playful look.

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

He cleared his throat, flirtatiously brushed his half-blond half-length hair, and said, "Dai Mubai, now nine years old, is a level 21 great soul master."

"I don't know if I'm lucky. How many ladies can I invite to dinner?"

(End of this chapter)