Five years later...

Kingdom of Barak, Soto City.

It was just after noon, and it was the scorching sun. Four young figures walked into the west gate of Soto City. This was a combination of two men and two women. Several people walked together and stepped into this city-state that was extremely far away from Notting City.

And the person we are familiar with is Zhao Xuan, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the rest...

"Why did you follow Hermione?" Several years have passed, and Zhao Xuan has grown a lot. Although he is about 1.8 meters tall, he cannot be said to be arrogant among all the heroes, he is not short among his peers. He is wearing a silver-edged black outfit, which is very neat.

After several years of growth, he became even more brilliant, as white as a porcelain doll. Not to mention the face of the jade, his bright black pupils became deeper, and his original crystal brightness was restrained in it, as if he had hidden a vast starry sky. His hair, which was as smooth as black jade, was now reaching his waist and falling freely behind him.

And there was a rather weird purple-gold mark on the eyebrows, which looked quite weird.

Compared to him six years ago, he is completely different.

The little girl called Hermione is naturally the granddaughter of the former president of Notting College. Now she has become a slim girl with a graceful figure, but she is still very poor in figure.

Hermione opened her big brown eyes, glanced at Zhao Xuan with malicious intentions, and then snorted softly: "Hmph, please pay attention to me."

"Ha, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed." Zhao Xuan also "returned the gift" at the same time and made a face to Hermione. It was completely inconsistent with his appearance. Compared with six years ago, his character seemed to have not grown at all.

Since the grudges in the graves six years ago, the two have formed a bond, and from time to time they will cause some trouble for each other, which has also made the famous "grudge duo" in Notting College.

After knowing that Zhao Xuan would come to Soto City, she bid farewell to his grandfather, and Hermione followed her.

Soto City is naturally not a little bigger than Notting City. As the granary of the Barack Kingdom, Soto City's wealth is obvious to all.

Even at noon, there were people coming and going on the streets, and the bustling crowds kept shuttleing, and soldiers could be seen patrolling back and forth from time to time.

"Everyone is tired today, why don't we find a place to rest for a night and go to the college to report tomorrow." As the oldest of the few people, Tang San naturally acted as the leader, although the other two except Hermione almost didn't listen to him.

"Okay, OK!"

Xiao Wu was the happiest person after listening to Tang San’s arrangement. She was the most lively among the few people, and she was so worried about her journey these days.

After eating something casually, a few people started looking for a place to live.

After walking on the streets of Soto City for a while, Miss Wu's eyes suddenly lit up and she pointed to a somewhat unique hotel.

"Where will we go?"

"Hmm?!" Zhao Xuan looked strange and subconsciously looked at Hermione. Unexpectedly, Hermione was also looking at him, and both of them were quite intriguing.

Tang San seemed to notice nothing abnormal and agreed casually: "Okay."

The two of them went into the hotel in front, and Hermione quietly followed Zhao Xuan, with a rosy face: "Zhao Xuan, is that... a couple's hotel there?"

Her face turned slightly red, and she quietly looked up at the two people who were unaware of it in front of her.

Zhao Xuan grinned and smiled happily: "You can tell from the appearance outside. You have seen that you usually use such ambiguous colors in hotels, and this place is not a tramp. Let's go in too."

"Hey?! What are we going in!" Hermione seemed to be startled, blushed and took a few steps back, then looked at Zhao Xuan with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what the girl was thinking: "Tsk, can't you be laughing at? What do you think you will do?!"

Hermione was half-believing and half-doubted, but looking at Zhao Xuan's figure following him, she couldn't help but follow him.

The two followed Tang San and Xiao Wu into a place called "Rose Hotel". The inadvertent gazes of pedestrians on the street made Hermione feel hot.

As soon as she was distracted, Hermione suddenly hit Zhao Xuan's back.

"What are you doing?" Hermione couldn't help but question.

Zhao Xuan patted her shoulder and whispered in depression with excitement: "There is a good show."

"Hmm?" Hermione subconsciously looked forward, and saw Tang San and Xiao Wu arguing with several people.

Opposite is a pretty handsome man with two sisters beside him.

In such a place, with two sisters, she knew what she was doing with her pig brain, and Hermione clenched her teeth: "Scum."

Zhao Xuan curled his lips: "You have to care about what they do."

Hermione glared at Zhao Xuan: "What I said is your care!"

Zhao Xuan choked, cut it and began to watch the show quietly.

The situation seemed to be getting worse and worse. In the end, even the hotel manager could not stop him from joining. After a moment of quarrel, both sides started to fight.

"I'll go, will mistress fight with others?" Zhao Xuan opened his eyes wide. He knew Tang San's personality well and understood that with mistresses, he would not easily fight with others. The golden retriever on the opposite side must have violated some taboos of Tang San.

Thinking of this, he was also ready for battle and was ready to support Tang San at all times. At the same time, he did not forget to remind Hermione beside him: "Prepare, if they show off their martial souls, please pay attention to supporting the mistress."

"Okay." At this time, Hermione naturally would not care about anything with Zhao Xuan. She only saw her staring at the two people fighting, ready.

Who would have thought that the two of them would fight back and forth, but they would not be able to decide the winner for a while? It should be noted that with Tang San's strength, he can be called a martial arts master based on his skills alone, but the golden retriever on the opposite side could fight against Tang San. Although he had the advantage of age, he could also see that he was extraordinary.

After one handover, the two of them stopped for the time being. Dai Mubai's face looked a little ugly. He had to admit that he had underestimated the enemy just now. The boy who looked a few years younger than him was much stronger than he thought.

"Do you still want to continue?" Tang San asked lightly.

Dai Mubai smiled, and a special light flashed in his eyes. If we had to use words to describe it, perhaps only four words: seeing the heart-happy.

"Why not? I haven't met such an interesting opponent in a long time?"

Tang San's eyes gradually lit up. He found that the young man Dai in front of him had become different. If he had been cold and disdainful before, then at this moment, he was full of passionate fighting spirit.

"White Tiger, possession." A strong pale light suddenly burst out from him. Dai Shao stretched his arms to both sides at the same time, his chest was thrusting, and his bones all over his body crackled, and his muscles suddenly expanded, supporting the clothes on his body. Each muscle became extremely obvious under the clothes, and even the air around him seemed to have become manic.

The blonde hair suddenly turned black and white, with white accounting for the majority, and a few strands of black hair were particularly obvious. Four faint patterns appeared on the forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the word "Wang".

His hands changed the most, twice as big as before. His white hair covered the entire palm. As his fingers bounced, a short dagger-like claw kept protruding out of his palm and retracting it. Each claw looked like a blade, with a length of eight inches, flashing with a cold and cold light.

Dai Shao's upper body slowly leaned forward, and his four eyes turned into a dark blue color, giving people the feeling of being a killing machine.

At his feet, three shiny halos rose one after another, quietly rising, two yellows and one purple, and the soul circulation flowed, the surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure and hit the face.

"Thousand-year Soul Ring?" Zhao Xuan's eyes lit up and he strode over.

"Missary! This guy is mine!"

(ps: This paragraph is not very satisfactory, some things cannot jump over, it is annoying.)
Chapter completed!