Chapter 6 Robbery and Killing
Zhang Long left Wanbao Pavilion.

Walking with a casual and joyful pace.

He walked on the street, looking behind him from time to time.

No one is following.

No, or he didn't notice?

Although the Douluo World is a fantasy sewer, it is still a fantasy world after all, and it is not surprising that there are all kinds of strange martial souls and special tracking soul skills.

So did he leave directly, or did he walk around before leaving?

He thought for a moment.

Then he came to a bookstore and said directly to the owner, "Boss, give me one book each on soul masters and soul beasts."

"Ok."

The boss was delighted when he heard this. Others would buy one or two books, but this young man wanted all of them. This single deal would earn him at least a few hundred gold soul coins.

After a while, the boss placed the pile of books in front of Zhang Long, and then he said to Zhang Long with a smile on his face: "Sir, these are all the books about soul masters in our store, a total of 5,229 gold soul coins."

Zhang Long's hand flashed with light, and a black card appeared. He did not bargain, and directly said: "Swipe the card."

Rich is self-willed.

Can Douluo in this era use credit cards?

Why can't I pay with my card?

The technology in the Douluo world is very distorted. Some technologies are far superior to those in his previous life, but many things still remain in the old feudal era.

All he can say about this is: When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

He handed the black card to the boss, then he waved lightly at the mountain of books, and the mountain of books disappeared in an instant.

The boss swiped the black card on a special soul guide device, and then five thousand two hundred and twenty-nine were deducted from the black card. The original number '10000' on the card turned into '4771'.

Zhang Long took the black card returned by the boss and left the bookstore.

After leaving the bookstore, he walked on the street, turned around several times, and bought some clothes and other items. Along the way, he still didn't notice that anyone was following him, which made him think: I guess I was overthinking.

He then bought a carriage and left Tianyuan City directly.

……

Half a day later.

The carriage Zhang Long was riding in was driving on a desolate road.

Desolate and silent.

The silence made Zhang Long feel uneasy.

He stopped the carriage and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that I underestimated the greed of human nature."

He originally thought that everything was fine. After all, he had given the boss a large profit margin, and he had been wandering around Tianyuan City for a long time without finding anything.

But all this was just what he thought.

"That's 70,000 gold coins. We can't help but be tempted."

At this moment, a teasing voice was heard.

Then two figures walked out from the bushes nearby, looking arrogant and overbearing.

Zhang Long looked at the two figures that walked out. They were both in their twenties, with average looks, and had obvious fluctuations of soul power on their bodies.

However, the fluctuation of his soul power was not very strong, only slightly stronger than the aura on Su Yuntao's body. It seemed that he was at most a high-level great soul master, and had not reached the level of a three-ring soul master.

In this case, there is no need to use the trump card.

He made a judgment in his heart.

Then he raised his hand, a light flashed in his hand, and a pistol appeared. He pointed it at one of the two men. The soul power in his body surged out and poured into the pistol. He pulled the trigger, and a bullet condensed by soul power shot out.

boom.

The bullet hit the ground, creating a small dent. "What kind of martial spirit is this? It can actually fire hidden weapons?"

The young man who had narrowly avoided the bullet just now looked at the bullet hole on the ground. At this moment, his expression no longer had the arrogance just now, but only solemnity and fear.

If he hadn't seen the other party pointing that unknown martial spirit thing at him just now, he would not have dodged in advance. If he hadn't dodged, the blow would have definitely left a bloody hole on his body.

He looked at Zhang Long and said coldly: "Although I don't know what your martial spirit is, but at this level, it can't threaten us."

As he spoke, he summoned his martial spirit.

Martial Spirit: Spear.

Then two spirit rings rose from under his feet, one white and one yellow.

Another young man also summoned his martial spirit.

Martial Soul: Leopard.

After he summoned his martial soul, he used the martial soul to possess his body. He became ferocious and looked like a leopard man.

One white, one yellow, two soul rings rose from under his feet.

Zhang Long saw that the two men were indeed two-ring great soul masters, and they were the most ordinary great soul masters. A confident smile appeared on his face.

The soul warrior is facing off against two great soul masters, and he has the advantage.

Then he jumped off the carriage without saying anything, and summoned his other pistol. Then he walked towards the two men and kept shooting at them.

boom.

boom.

……

Energy bullets shot out from the pistols and shot towards the two second-ring great soul masters, while the two great soul masters kept dodging. As the number of bullets increased, they began to lose strength, and it seemed that it would not be long before they made mistakes and were shot.

However, Zhang Long's face was a little pale at this moment.

Because the bullets he fired were all condensed from soul power, each bullet would consume a certain amount of his soul power, and now he was only a level ten soul warrior and did not have much soul power in his body.

Can't go on.

Zhang Long thought.

He then put away his gun spirit, then he stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers, signaling the two to attack.

The two great soul masters were a little confused when they saw Zhang Long's behavior. What was going on? Was the other party underestimating them or provoking them?

The great spirit master with the spear spirit said to his companion beside him: "Be careful, this guy..."

"Need not."

The leopard interrupted his companion's words, looked at Zhang Long, and said with a cruel smile: "This guy is just a soul warrior without a soul ring. He has used the power of his martial soul continuously just now. Now I think his soul power has been greatly consumed. This can be clearly seen from his pale face."

Speaking of this, his expression was full of confidence. He was just a little kid, even if his martial spirit was extraordinary, in the face of absolute strength, he was just an extraordinary ant.

The spear master next to him looked at Zhang Long, whose face was a little pale, and the aura of the other party was indeed much weaker than before.

But he still felt a little uneasy.

If the other party is really weak, then why don't they surrender instead of provoking them?

Does the other party have any hidden card in his hand?
While he was thinking, the leopard man next to him had already launched an attack.

The leopard man used his first soul skill, and then he was like a cheetah, as fast as the wind, with sharp claws that seemed to be able to tear rocks apart, and his face was full of ferocity and bloodthirstiness.

In his opinion, the other party was just an ant and was not worth wasting their time. Moreover, they were now on the road, so they had to get rid of the other party as soon as possible and erase all traces.

Zhang Long looked at the leopard man charging towards him, his eyes emitting golden light. Under his fiery eyes, the opponent's movements seemed to be slowed down three times. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he stretched out his white little hand and gently slapped the ferocious claws.

"You're really looking for death."

The leopard man sneered.

He didn't expect that the ghost in front of him was so stupid and dared to confront him head-on. He was a great soul master of beast martial spirits, and now he was using his soul skills. His attack had a force of at least two or three thousand pounds. How could the opponent's little arm block it?

(End of this chapter)