Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 50: Want to become Zhu Fan's disciple? The second in command of the Poyi clan, Yang Wushuang!

"This Tiandou City is worthy of being the capital of the Tiandou Empire!"

Zhu Fan looked up and down at the old man who was charging recklessly in the crowd. Then he smiled and said to Dai Chengfeng beside him, "Tsk tsk, just any crazy old man, I guess he has the cultivation level of a Soul Sage?"

Dai Chengfeng shook his head, his expression unchanged. "It has nothing to do with us. Let's go."

"Too……"

Zhu Fan shrugged and turned to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a black shadow wrapped in a gust of wind behind him, rushing towards him.

"Oh my god! Where did this big black rat come from?"

Zhu Fan subconsciously tapped the ground with his feet, and left the place like a ghost.

But the next second, he felt his right leg suddenly tighten.

Looking down, Zhu Fan discovered that his legs had been tightly held by the sloppy old man, preventing him from escaping.

"I am a Soul Douluo, and a Sensitive Attack Soul Douluo whose martial soul is the Nether Spirit Cat."

"Even though the incident happened suddenly and I didn't take it seriously, I shouldn't have been so easily embraced by a Soul Saint!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Fan's heart trembled, "This crazy old man is not simple!"

Dai Chengfeng also frowned slightly as he watched this scene, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "Bumping into a car?"

But soon, he shook his head again, "This is Douluo Continent, not my previous life, and the other party is a Soul Sage..."

"Given his strength and status, he definitely won't be short of money."

"Could it be that... my uncle and I's identities have been exposed?"

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng's brows furrowed even deeper, "But, this shouldn't be the case!"

"Given Senior Ye Renxin's medical ethics, even though I've heard of him in the Xingluo Empire, he would never do something like betraying my identity."

Just when Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Fan were full of doubts and couldn't guess each other's intentions.

At this time, the old man who was holding Zhu Fan's thigh finally raised his head slowly.

Looking at Zhu Fan, his face was full of excitement, and his eyes were flashing with enthusiasm. He shouted directly at Zhu Fan: "Master!"

"I have searched for you for many streets, and now I have finally found you!"

Instantly, Dai Chengfeng looked at Zhu Fan in surprise, "My uncle in the Tiandou Empire actually has a disciple this old?"

'How come I didn't know?!'

Zhu Fan was also stunned at this moment. He quickly shook his head at Dai Chengfeng, his eyes full of innocence.

It was as if he was saying, Chengfeng, your uncle is wholeheartedly loyal to the Xingluo Empire, how could he have such a disciple in the Tiandou Empire?
I don't even know who he is!
On the other side, the old man completely ignored the astonishment of Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Fan.

He still held Zhu Fan's legs tightly, a flattering smile on his face, and said anxiously: "Master, I guess it was you who just chopped the floor of my blacksmith shop with your halberd, right?"

"When I first saw that crack, I was shocked by you!"

"I never thought there would be such a powerful and unparalleled spearmanship in the world. It's beyond my understanding of spearmanship..."

"You are simply making a breakthrough in your marksmanship!"

"So I swore it then and there!"

"If I don't learn this gun technique, my life will be wasted!"

As he spoke, the old man vigorously massaged Zhu Fan's thighs with both hands, his eyes full of earnestness, "Master, considering my piety, can you accept me as your apprentice?"

"From now on, I will serve you tea and water, serve you at your service, wash your clothes and cook for you, and go through fire and water for you, even if it means walking through mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire..."

"In the future, I can even take care of you until the end of your life!"

At this moment, Zhu Fan finally understood what this suddenly appearing old man was going to do... He actually wanted to worship that 'gun master' as his teacher!
Thinking of this, Zhu Fan raised a playful smile, looked at Dai Chengfeng, and raised his eyebrows.

"Chengfeng, what do you think we should do about this?"

"The reason this old man came here is to worship the man who made that halberd strike as his disciple!"

"And he has to serve tea and water, take care of his parents and see them to their death!" "Tsk tsk, such a great apprentice..."

At this moment, Zhu Fan just wanted to laugh, 'When this old man finds out that I'm not his "master", but Cheng Feng, his "master" will definitely be very funny.'

When Dai Chengfeng heard Zhu Fan's teasing, his forehead was instantly covered with black lines.

After all, at this old man's age, he still wants to take care of himself and see him to the end of his life?

It’s good enough that I don’t have to take care of him in his old age!

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng shook his head helplessly, ready to refuse directly.

After all, not to mention that he is not planning to accept a disciple at all now, and even if he really wants to accept a disciple, Dai Chengfeng can't possibly accept an old man who is so much older than himself as a disciple, right?

The old man opposite looked at Zhu Fan and seemed a little anxious because he did not agree to his request to become his disciple.

He quickly released Zhu Fan's legs, stood up, straightened his messy clothes, and said to Zhu Fan: "By the way, Master, I forgot to introduce myself..."

Speaking of which.

He suddenly turned around and shouted to the people around him who were looking at him curiously, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen the apprenticeship?"

In an instant, an extremely powerful soul power burst out from his body, and the air around him instantly became heavy.

The faces of those who were watching changed drastically, and they stepped back involuntarily.

Seeing this, the old man nodded with satisfaction, then approached Zhu Fan again and whispered, "My name is Yang Wushuang, I come from the Poyi clan, and my martial spirit is the Pohun Spear."

"So, Master, don't look down on my age, but I can assure you that my talent in the way of the spear will definitely not disappoint you!"

"Yang Wushuang?"

"The younger brother of Yang Wudi, the leader of the Poyi clan?!"

Dai Chengfeng wanted to refuse directly and ask Zhu Fan to drive the other party away...

The moment he heard the old man's name, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

'It shouldn't be! '

"I remember in the original novel, Yang Wushuang was supposed to be captured by the Spirit Hall. In order to prevent the Po Yi Clan from revealing their poison formula, he faced torture from the Spirit Hall, refusing to yield and even attempting suicide by biting his tongue, but failed."

"In the end, was he controlled by the mind-controlling soul skills of the young pope Bibi Dong and surrendered to the Spirit Hall?"

"Could it be that the time point in the original novel where Yang Wushuang was captured hasn't arrived yet?"

Dai Chengfeng didn't know.

After all, in the original book, there is no detailed record of when Yang Wushuang was captured.

And now Qian Renxue has just become the crown prince, and the second and third princes of the Tiandou Empire have not yet died of poisoning.

It was still many years before Emperor Xue Ye was poisoned.

"Perhaps Yang Wushuang simply hadn't been caught at this point in the original novel, but it could also be due to the butterfly effect of my own time travel?"

Thinking of this, Dai Chengfeng no longer worried.

He looked at Yang Wushuang, who was bowing respectfully to Zhu Fan, his face full of desire to become his disciple, and a look of interest suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Are you really Yang Wushuang?"

When Yang Wushuang heard this, although he didn't know who Dai Chengfeng was, he was attracted by the news because he saw Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Fan together.

Therefore, in response to Dai Chengfeng's question, he smiled and nodded.

"That's natural, absolutely genuine!"

talking.

Yang Wushuang suddenly took out two white jade gourds from his arms, which were obviously of extraordinary quality. He still had a flattering smile on his face towards Zhu Fan, "Master, this is your..."

"Don't call me Master, that person should be your Master, haha..."

(End of this chapter)