Douluo Dalu: Huo Yuhao Knows the Plot

As expected, ten minutes later, the youth's speed suddenly dropped, and the distance between the two rapidly narrowed.

At this moment, the youth suddenly slowed down even more, and then swooped down towards the forest below.

"How cunning," Huo Yuhao thought to himself. Although the two had been flying relatively low, they were still about twenty meters above the ground.

Huo Yuhao was not yet familiar with this method of flying with soul bones. Accelerating in a straight line in the high sky was fine, but it would be greatly restricted in a complex forest environment. This youth probably saw this point as well.

Crack!

Accompanied by a large amount of dust, a tree with a diameter of nearly one meter fell down. After a moment, a figure leaped up from the ground with a carp jump.

This person was not the fleeing youth, but Huo Yuhao. Speaking of which, it made Huo Yuhao annoyed. This youth entered the forest like a fish entering a pond, slippery as an eel.

Just now, Huo Yuhao was chasing too fast, so that he directly broke a tree and fell head over heels.

When releasing the soul bone, Huo Yuhao was wearing a pure black cloak, which was now torn and covered in mud.

"I don't believe you can escape to the sky. It's not like you're the main character." The current situation is a bit like the scene in those cultivation novels where the protagonist is chased by the villain. The protagonist is always on the verge of life and death, but can always resolve the danger without any risk.

Huo Yuhao now had this feeling, except that it seemed like he was playing the villain.

Today, that youth must die. Huo Yuhao said so, and even Jesus couldn't change it.

Outside the forest, on an open flat ground, were more than a dozen tents, and piles of bonfires were lit next to them. Several men in black outfits were on guard around the perimeter.

The figure that窜 out was naturally the youth being chased by Huo Yuhao. At this time, when the youth saw several people blocking him, he was furious in his anxiety, but when he sensed the other party's cultivation level, he immediately withered.

Damn it, they're all six-ringed. When did Soul Emperors become so common?

Muttering in his heart, the youth respectfully clasped his fists at several people, "Several seniors, I'm just passing by and have no intention of offending. Can you please be accommodating?"

The men looked at each other upon hearing this. The person in front of them was pale, his left arm was almost cut off, leaving only a little skin and flesh hanging, and his whole body was covered in blood, looking really miserable.

It was obvious that he was being chased by an enemy, and he wasn't coming for them. Several people were too lazy to interfere, so they planned to let him go.

Before the men could speak, Huo Yuhao chased up. Suddenly seeing so many people, Huo Yuhao was also slightly stunned, and then he also discovered that these people were all masters with profound cultivation. For a time, his face also became gloomy.

The previous shout alarmed the people in the camp, and at this time, seven or eight people had gathered.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao completely gave up. Without hesitation, he turned around and planned to leave. It was not yet known whether the other party was friend or foe, but Huo Yuhao had no intention of gambling.

It really feels like the villain in the novel, but isn't I supposed to be the child of destiny?

"Little guy, since you've come, why not come in and have a seat and a cup of tea?" Just as Huo Yuhao turned to leave, a light and飘飘 male voice rang out in the field, rich in magnetism, and even a bit, of an old feeling, which was really strange to the extreme.

The voice was not loud, but it accurately entered the ears of everyone present. Huo Yuhao's face changed. Xue Di and Bing Di simultaneously transmitted a message to him in his sea of consciousness. The owner of that voice was very powerful. He was a Titled Douluo, and not an ordinary Titled Douluo.

Huo Yuhao slowly turned around, his expression a little stiff, and clasped his fists at the camp, "Senior's invitation is an honor for this junior, but..."

"It doesn't matter, he will also stay together. It doesn't hinder you from ending your grievances, how about that?" The voice sounded again, but the tone was slightly heavier than before, vaguely with a hint of unquestionable tone.

Huo Yuhao felt bitter in his heart. He was just a three-ringed rookie, how could he be so unlucky to encounter this kind of old monster.

"Your Excellency, please come inside." A middle-aged woman in blue walked out of the crowd and made a gesture of invitation to Huo Yuhao.

"I'm bothering you." Huo Yuhao nodded blankly and followed the woman in blue with a忐忑 mood.

Soon, the woman in blue brought Huo Yuhao to a pile of bonfires. From a distance, he could see a tall figure sitting next to the bonfire, wearing black华服, with墨绿色 long hair披散 behind him, and he was bald.

The two stopped three meters away from the old man. The woman in blue bowed slightly to the figure, "Sect Master, the person has been brought."

"I have seen Senior." Huo Yuhao also respectfully saluted. At such a close distance, Huo Yuhao could not feel the previous oppressive feeling. The person in front of him now gave him the feeling of an ordinary person, but how could someone who could make a Titled Douluo so respectful be an ordinary person.

The beautiful woman in blue who led Huo Yuhao was a genuine Titled Douluo. To be honest, Huo Yuhao had not noticed it at all before, but Xue Di told him.

"No need to be polite, come, little guy, come and sit, Hongyue, you come too, try the old man's craftsmanship." The figure waved his hand, pointed to his side, and motioned for the two to sit over.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The two walked over, and someone immediately brought two stools.

After sitting down, Huo Yuhao began to look at the so-called Sect Master in front of him. Hearing the voice, he knew that this person was already old, but what Huo Yuhao saw when he looked up was a face as delicate as a baby, slightly ruddy, without a trace of wrinkles, looking very healthy.

Huo Yuhao didn't find this strange. The art of驻颜 was a piece of cake for those whose cultivation reached the Titled Douluo level.

Putting these aside, if someone saw this Sect Master for the first time, they would definitely be frightened by his eyes. Unlike normal people's eyes, this Sect Master's eyes were a piece of墨绿色, and even the whites of his eyes could not be seen, which made people feel scalp麻发.

Huo Yuhao didn't know what this old guy wanted him to do, but seeing that this old guy didn't show anything, Huo Yuhao didn't dare to ask, so he had to sit there规规矩矩.

The three of them sat around the bonfire, and a whole roast sheep was架着 on the bonfire. At this time, the sheep had been roasted to a golden yellow, and a faint aroma of meat was蔓延ing. The Sect Master carefully turned the sheep, and also sprinkled various佐料 on it. Therefore, the aroma emitted by the roast sheep became more and more浓郁.

"What is this old guy doing? He said he was going to invite me to drink tea, why did it turn into roast sheep?" Huo Yuhao腹诽 in his heart.

"Little guy, make the fire钵旺 a little bit."

Huo Yuhao didn't know what this old guy was抽什么风, but he could only do it.

But then this old thing didn't stop. One moment he asked Huo Yuhao to help turn the roast, one moment the fire was too big, one moment he brushed too much oil, which made Huo Yuhao feel annoyed, but because of this old thing's Titled Douluo strength, he could only obediently do it.