Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious

The young man shouted loudly.

Black light surged in his right hand, and a black Clear Sky Hammer about one meter long suddenly came out, and three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, were released.

But he was still unable to defeat the Evil Blood Douluo's death gaze.

Tang Xiao shouted: "This friend, in my Haotian Sect, is it too much?"

Xie Xue didn't really plan to do anything.

The blood faded, and he faced Tang Xiao again as if he had done nothing.

He smiled and said: "Ha, I just can't bear to see this junior barking and barking in the crowd. This is not the style of a disciple of the Haotian Sect."

Tang Xiao frowned.

Glancing at the five elders next to him, Tang Xiao knew very well their arrangements.

Tang San was very discerning, so he calmed down and bowed.

"Tang San pays homage to the sect master and all the elders."

His soul power was revealed as he spoke.

The five elders naturally felt the powerful soul power released from Tang San.

His face couldn't help but change.

An elder with long white eyebrows said in a deep voice: "Level 59 Soul King?!"

Tang San didn't hide it either.

"Exactly."

Another lanky elder sneered.

"You have inherited Tang Hao's evil talent, even more so, but what if you have a good talent?"

"If another Tang Hao comes out of the sect, I'm afraid it will be destroyed. You, a third-generation descendant, why don't you kneel down when you see us?"

Tang San's eyes darkened slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he knelt down consciously.

Not only because of his own forbearance, but also because he didn't want to be urged by the evil blood anymore.

He lowered his posture and caught the dirty water.

"Tang San is willing to atone for his father's sins and do his best to help the sect regain its glory. I ask the sect master and elders to allow me to recognize my ancestor and return to the sect."

The slender old man said angrily: "Fart, just blame your father for what he did. You don't even think about returning to the sect. You are his son and that evil spirit beast, you are just a bastard. Although the Haotian Sect has closed the mountain gate, But I won’t let a bastard return to the clan!”

"Seventh brother, please be careful when speaking, so many juniors are still watching." The long-browed old man frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

I heard the word bastard.

Tang San's expression quickly turned ferocious, then suddenly became calm. He was still kneeling there, slowly raising his head and looking at the thin elder.

"Who are you calling a bastard?"

Although Tang San did not release his martial spirit, the chill released from his body at this moment was extremely cold.

Tang Xiao did not stop the conflict between the two parties, but just watched with cold eyes.

"Just you, you little bastard!"

The anger on the skinny elder's face was undisguised, and his body was already trembling with excitement.

"If that beast like Tang Hao hadn't caused trouble for the sect, my eldest son wouldn't have been attacked and died by the Spirit Hall on the way to purchase for the sect."

"That's enough. Lao Qi, if you don't control your emotions, leave here."

The long-browed old man was obviously the most respected among the five elders. Hearing the thin elder's unyielding and graceless abuse, he became a little angry.

Tang San was about to explode

But the Evil Blood Douluo's voice sounded in his ears again.

Something surprising happened.

Tang San suddenly faced the thin elder and kowtowed three times in a row.

"I'm sorry, Seventh Elder!"

"I apologize to you on behalf of my father for the mistakes he made back then. However, your real enemy should be Wuhundian, not our father and son."

When he said these words, Tang San's expression looked very sincere, and he kowtowed three times very hard. When he raised his head again, bloodshot eyes had appeared on his forehead and spread to his eyes.

You know, with his level of self-healing, it was obvious that he had used unusual force to cause such damage.

And he didn't use any soul power for protection.

The thin elder sneered:

"Will this make up for the pain of losing my son?"

"I am not the only one who was affected by the Tang Hao incident, but the entire sect. If he knew his fault, he should come back and punish himself to thank the sect, but he didn't. Instead, he hid outside and died like a waste. In Wuhun City, I gave up my sect’s inherited soul bones to Wuhun Palace!”

"The inheritance of our Haotian Sect's Great Sumeru Hammer has been cut off. This is all your father and son's fault!"

Tang San stood up with anger in his heart, seemingly not hearing what the seventh elder said.

His originally sincere eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Although I don't think my father can be entirely blamed for what happened to the sect back then, my father was at fault after all. It was his fault for implicating the sect, so I want to apologize to you."

"However, your previous words have insulted my late mother, but I must seek justice. Seventh Elder, I challenge you to die without regrets."

Tang San said these words decisively.

Although he has a plain appearance, dark skin and slender figure.

But at this moment.

Everyone in the Haotian Sect felt the strong and sturdy aura from Tang San.

The lanky seventh elder was stunned for a moment.

"You want to challenge me?"

Tang San affirmed.

"Yes, please ask the seventh elder for advice."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The seventh elder laughed loudly.

The wild laughter with its rich soul power seemed to make the entire Haotian Sect tremble.

"You, a junior, are worthy of challenging me. If Tang Hao said this, it's not bad. Unfortunately, he is already dead, and his death is worthless! You still have to pay for a few soul bones!"

"Oh, if my father were here, the Seventh Elder might not dare to challenge him!"

"Insolent! Sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued!"

Seeing the seventh elder furious.

Tang Xiao never spoke, letting Tang San handle it on his own, and naturally he didn't say anything.

This kind of thing was a test for Tang San.

Tang San looked at the seventh elder quietly.

He said calmly: "Seventh Elder, don't you dare to fight against this junior?"

Just a few simple words.

But it was like a slap in the face of the seventh elder.

The seventh elder's laughter suddenly stopped.

As one of the five elders of Haotian Sect, this seventh elder has a very high status in the sect. Even Tang Xiao would give him a third.

At this time, I was so provoked by a junior from another generation.

How could he bear it!

Just when the Seventh Elder was about to speak, Elder Changmei said calmly:

"Young people can be proud, but they cannot be arrogant."

"Tang San, you have never returned to the sect, and you are not yet a member of the sect. We will not punish you according to the sect's rules. However, you despise the sect, and the sect will not let it go. Where is Tang Hu? "

"Second uncle!"

After a long talk, I set up a memorial arch for myself.

A sturdy man who looked about forty years old walked out of the crowd.

As he walked out of the crowd.

The three generations of disciples made way for him, which shows his status in the sect.

Elder Changmei said calmly:

"You should spar with him. Although the Haotian Sect has retired, it is not something outsiders can provoke."

Obviously, he never admitted that Tang San was a member of the Haotian Sect.

A faint sound sounded in Tang San's ears.

"This Tang Hu's strength is not inferior to that of Tang Long. His soul power has reached level 64, which is a good win."

The voice belongs to Mo Wuchang.

This titled Douluo looks like he has nothing to do, but he is very thoughtful.

But what surprised Tang San was.

The elder with long eyebrows actually glanced at Mo Wuchang, as if he had also heard Mo Wuchang's slurred words.

Tang San looked at Elder Changmei.

"Elder, if I win, am I qualified to challenge the seventh elder?"

Elder Changmei glanced at Tang San.

His eyes were as calm as the vast ocean.

This elder didn't show any aura on the surface, but Tang San vaguely felt that he seemed to be more dangerous than his uncle Tang Xiao.

"Can."

The seventh elder snorted disdainfully.

"Tang Hu, if you lose, I will imprison you for one year."

Tang Hu didn't speak.

Just the opposite of Tang Long's wildness.

This third-generation elite of the Haotian Sect looked very gloomy.

His face was as deep as water, but his whole person was extremely calm. He was tall but not thick, and he did not have any mood swings because of the words of the two elders.

Tang San sneered

Perhaps what he was about to face was no ordinary opponent in the three-acre land of Haotian Sect.

But in Tang San's eyes.

The three generations of the most outstanding disciples of the once number one sect in the world were nothing more than earthly chickens and dogs.

…

"Tang Hu, the sixty-fourth level attack spirit emperor. Please." Tang Hu made a gesture of invitation towards Tang San, which was very polite in everyone's style.

"Tang San, level 59 control spirit king, please!"

Tang San's movements were very casual.

It looks like a light willow branch.

When they heard Tang San say his soul power level, all the Haotian Sect disciples couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

Tang San was much younger than Tang Hu.

Even Tang Long only broke through level 60 at the age of thirty.

"Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?"

The seventh elder who was clamoring before suddenly asked.

Tang San turned to look at him. Although he didn't have a good impression of this seventh elder, considering his original pain of losing his son and his own purpose.

Tang San still replied:

"Just turned fifteen."

After the words fell, the surroundings became silent.

Tang Hu, who was standing opposite Tang San, had his facial muscles twitching slightly.

Before Tang San came to the sect.

Although there is a lot of news about the soul master competition circulating in the sect.

Bragging for Tang San.

But it was only limited to Tang Xiao and a few of Tang Xiao's closest third-generation disciples.

As for the elders and the other three generations of disciples, they naturally didn't know Tang San's situation.

Tang Xiao wants it

This is Tang San's amazing effect today.

Just turned fifteen.

A few simple words moved the five elders at the same time.

The five people looked at each other and already had some judgment in their hearts.

The original Tang Hao.

He has been hailed as a rare genius in the Haotian Sect for a century.

But the son in front of him seems to be even better than he was before.

Fifteen years old and fifty-nine.

He does have the arrogance.

Elder Longmei waved his hand and ordered:

"let's start."

Soul power level was important, but it didn't mean everything, not to mention that Tang Hu was one level higher than Tang San and had one more soul ring.

The higher the level of the soul master.

The difference in strength between one soul ring and another is even greater.

What's more, Tang Hu's martial spirit is the Haotian Hammer, the top weapon spirit that the Haotian Sect is blessed with.

Black light shines.

The aura on Tang Hu's body suddenly became condensed.

In the thick black light, the black Clear Sky Hammer with a hammer handle about three meters long and a hammer head as big as a bucket appeared in his right hand with a thick black light.

Two yellow, two purple, two black.

The six soul rings are arranged neatly and orderly on the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Clear Sky Hammer came out.

Tang Hu's temperament changed immediately.

Compared with his previous gloom, he was now like solid granite, standing there without any flaws.

This was the first time Tang San faced an opponent with the Clear Sky Hammer. He did not dare to be careless and released his Blue Silver Grass.

A blood-colored Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang San's right hand like a long whip. Under the strong sunlight, the blood energy emitted by the Blue Silver Grass was clearly visible.

"Wait a minute, your martial soul is not the Clear Sky Hammer. Who let you into the sect? Where was the disciple on duty yesterday?"

The Seventh Elder shouted and interrupted the competition between Tang San and Tang Hu again.

Before the disciple on duty came out.

Tang Xiao said lightly:

"Seventh Elder, haven't you heard of the term "twin martial souls" in the soul master world?"

The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were better.

In their understanding, the Clear Sky Hammer was the best martial soul in the world, and nothing could compare to the Clear Sky Hammer.

But the faces of some older third-generation disciples and several elders changed.

They were more surprised than when they heard that Tang San reached level 59 at the age of 55.

If cultivation can be improved through hard work and luck, then twin martial spirits are a talent, a unique talent.

The long-browed elder stared at Tang Xiao.

"Master, are you saying that he is also a twin martial spirit like the current Wuhun Hall Pope Bibi Dong?"

Tang Xiao nodded.

"Tang San inherited his father's Clear Sky Hammer and his mother's Blue Silver Grass."

"Xiao San, show the elders your hammer."

The bloody blue silver grass quietly recovered, and Tang San knew that Tang Xiao was helping him.

He didn't even have time to release the blue silver grass's spirit ring, and he didn't want to release it just to watch. The white spirit ring was his lifelong pain! Only when fighting would it be ignored.

Tang San spread his left hand.

The foot-long Clear Sky Hammer lay quietly in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, blood rushed around the Clear Sky Hammer. Those present were all from the Clear Sky Sect, so they naturally recognized that this was the Clear Sky Hammer.

But Tang San still did not release his spirit ring.

He was very angry now!

He needed a fight to vent his anger!

"Let the competition continue."

Elder Changmei waved his hand, but his eyes were already showing a thoughtful look.

The Clear Sky Hammer was replaced with blue silver grass.

Yellow, yellow, white, black, black, five spirit rings swirled out.

They moved quietly around Tang San's body.

"Be careful."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, his spirit rings had already lit up.

Without any signs.

Sixteen blue silver grasses flashing with blood rushed up from around Tang Hu's body.

They pierced Tang Hu's body.

"Hey--!"

Tang Hu growled.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swung horizontally and smashed on the Blue Silver Grass. With a bang, the spikes that stabbed him in the front were broken, but what surprised Tang Hu was that the solid Blue Silver Grass did not change at all.

You know, his Clear Sky Hammer weighed more than a thousand pounds, plus his own soul power, this attack was more than two thousand pounds, and he had already used his first soul skill to amplify the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, the Blue Silver Grass was extremely tough.

And it was very elastic. Although the spikes were broken, he could not break through the cage in front of him.