Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 12 I fart!
The answer I believe everyone can think of.

Except for the cub-protecting madman Tang Hao, there would be no one else.

but!

You are going too far.

Everyone is a trumpet at level 0, and you are a full-level tuba for treatment, so I won't take you to bully people like this.

No way, who told me that I don't have a good father.

If I also have a good father, I can also do whatever I want like Tang San, even more rampant.

Mo Wentian finally understood the reason why Tang San was so arrogant and domineering. He dominated Notting Junior Soul Master Academy in groups. If he was him, he would even directly dominate Notting City.

When thinking of dominating Notting City, Mo Wentian thought of old man Cao. At that time, old man Cao was much more arrogant than Tang San, but he didn't feel as annoying as Tang San.

It was too late and then it was too fast, Mo Wentian's thoughts flashed by, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer had already arrived in front of him.

Although it is said that Tang San has Tang Hao's protection, and uses his aura to put pressure on himself.

However, Mo Wentian was not reconciled, the soul power in his body forcibly circulated to resist this aura.

With a swish, Mo Wentian's momentum seemed to hit the air, and this aura suddenly disappeared.

Can you move?

Before Mo Wentian could react, the Clear Sky Hammer hit him with a "bang" and sent him flying.

He felt as if he was hit by a car traveling at [-] kilometers per hour.

The whole body seemed to be falling apart, and it flew more than ten meters away, rolling and bouncing several times before stopping.

"Third Brother! Third Brother! Third Brother!!!"

With bursts of shouts and cheers, Tang San's status rose again in their hearts.

Tang San is an invincible existence.

Mo Wentian thought he would die, no, to be precise, under normal circumstances, he was already dead the moment he was hit flying by Tang San.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he summoned Wuhun and helped him block the impact.

Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer actually hit a piece of rotten meat from Mo Wentian's spirit, and then sent Mo Wentian flying.

"Why is it so smelly?" Although Yihu's voice was low, when it reached other children, they also talked about the smell, subconsciously avoiding and staying away from the source of the smell.

Yihu was stunned for a moment, because he discovered that the source of the smell was actually on the Haotian Hammer, and... Tang San rolled his eyes, looking like he might pass out at any time.

It can be seen how poisonous the smell is.

"Third brother, third brother." Yihu resisted the disgusting stench and walked towards Tang San, finally he couldn't help but came pinching his nose, fortunately other children were behind him, otherwise, his fame would have been ruined in this way.

In fact, in everyone's heart, they don't think he has any fame for Yihu.

Yihu yelled a few times, and poked Tang San's waist, but there was no response, a flash of inspiration, and pinched Tang San's nose with the other hand.

"Cough-cough-"

Only this time, Tang San had a reaction.

"What the hell, it smells so bad, is it highly poisonous?"

Tang San's words made Yihu dumbfounded, Yihu said: "Third brother, take the Clear Sky Hammer back, there should be no problem."

Tang San retracted the Clear Sky Hammer puzzled, the stench disappeared immediately, "Yihu, what's going on?"

Yihu breathed in the fresh air fiercely, "Third brother, I don't know, it should be the kid who did it just now, let's find him out."

Tang San nodded, he also thought it was Mo Wentian's fault, he was almost fainted by the smoke.

At the same time, Mo Wentian, who fell in the grass, was very glad that he was still alive.

"The Haotian Hammer was really not blown out, it almost killed the young master." Mo Wentian lay his hands apart, leaning on the grass, not intending to get up.

If I hadn't been unwilling to struggle just now, I am afraid that I would really die now.

Tang San has no sense of propriety, is he really Tang San, the genius of Tang Sect?

And that cub-protecting madman Tang Hao, a Title Douluo with a level of more than 90, even bullied me, a rookie, how shameless he is?

Douluo Continent... For the first time, Mo Wentian is full of doubts about this world. Is this world still safe?
Or the only way to be truly safe is to stay away from Tang San, away from the cub-protecting madman Tang Hao.

At this moment, Mo Wentian denied that simple idea, such good things as following the protagonist to eat and drink, and rubbing the protagonist's halo, let others.

He felt that if he wanted to enjoy his old age peacefully, it would be better to stay away from Tang San.

"So, novels are all lies!"

Mo Wentian, who wanted to understand, didn't know the future direction in an instant.

Even if you don't follow the protagonist Tang San, as long as you still live in Douluo Dalu, you have to consider one thing, and that is the knowledge about soul masters and martial arts, as well as evolution.

Knowledge is power and knowledge is wealth.

Or, studying with master Yu Xiaogang is safer than staying with Tang San.

"However, when it comes to studying, I don't have much confidence..." Mo Wentian suddenly grimaced.

"What confidence?"

When Yihu's words came, Mo Wentian's thoughts were interrupted, but Mo Wentian didn't bother to pay attention.

"Talking to you, what do you mean by making such a stinky face?" Yihu squatted down and looked at Mo Wentian with a smile.

Mo Wentian frowned, and asked impatiently, "What else do you want?"

After speaking, he glanced at the other children, and then his eyes fell on Tang San, who stood three meters away with a look of disgust.

Yihu said: "It's not good, I want to ask, what did you do to make such a nasty stench."

Mo Wentian's expression changed, and he pretended to be calm and said, "I don't know what you said or what you did, I don't know."

Yihu chuckled, "Your eyes shrank just now. Also, there are not many people who can speak casually under the hammer of the third brother. Everyone is smart, so there is no need to speak so openly?"

Mo Wentian grinned, "Hehe, I'm just a kid, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know why you're targeting me."

Yihu stood up, "If you don't cooperate, our conversation will come to an end here."

That's all for now, I don't want to talk to you, I still think about how to learn from the master.

However, Yihu's next sentence made Mo Wentian jump up immediately.

"Third brother, I think he is likely to become an obstacle, and he looks at Miss Xiaowu in the wrong way, I doubt him..."

"Wait, if you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say, say it well."

Mo Wentian hastily interrupted Yihu, who doesn't know that Tang San likes Xiao Wu, do you want to kill the young master, you bastard?

"Well, didn't you say you didn't cooperate?" Yihu looked at Mo Wentian with a smile.

"I didn't say I didn't cooperate, hahaha." Mo Wentian scratched his head with a smirk, and said, "What did you ask me just now? Well, the stench, right? To be honest, I farted."

Your fart is too good.

The other children believed it, but Tang San and Yihu didn't believe it.

Yihu said: "Hehe, let's take another look."

Mo Wentian: "..."

(End of this chapter)