Of course, there were still vast differences between Title Douluo. Two newly advanced Title Douluo were still somewhat inferior to the level 93 or 94 Title Douluo of the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall, to say nothing of those few Peak Douluo who had passed level 95.
Still, at least they did not lose out in momentum.
And at that moment, Xiao Tian, Zhang Xuan, Dongfang Jinghan, Wu Xiaodong, and Wu Xiao'ai all stared wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.
They looked at Nangong Yuncheng as if they had seen a ghost.
A level 89 Spirit Douluo! This was a super expert only one step away from stepping into the ranks of Title Douluo.
They had never expected to casually run into one in an inn in a little town like this.
For a moment, their poor little hearts felt as if they could not quite take it.
It was like Wang Sheng in his previous life going to a roadside stall for a late-night snack, only to run into a high-ranking official.
While the five of them were still in shock, Wang Sheng began spinning nonsense with a straight face, bluffing away. "Senior Nangong, I won't hide it from you. The few of us come from the hidden sect Shaolin! We all came out to temper ourselves and grow."
"A hidden sect? Shaolin?"
Old Man Nangong's mouth fell open, his eyes filled with doubt.
You call it a hidden sect, yet I just step out the door and run into it? Wasn't that a little too much of a coincidence?
When Wu Xiaodong and Wu Xiao'ai heard this, they silently lowered their heads from their shock, because they were afraid they might fail to hold back their laughter.
"Shaolin? Hidden sect? Why does this scene feel so familiar?