Douluo: Kizaru Douluo

"Okay, today's treasure appraisal conference ends here. Thank you to all the guests for coming. See you next time." Zhang Yang chuckled and left Tang San and Xiao Wu's room with Ning Rongrong.

The door closed, and Tang San reluctantly looked away.

Xiao Wu next to her gently held Tang San's arm: "Brother..."

Tang San had the Clear Sky Hammer and the Blue Silver Emperor's twin martial souls, which were highly compatible with the power and plant soul bones. Such a plant-type -year-old soul bone could enhance his strength to the greatest extent.

However, this soul bone belongs to Zhang Yang and Ning Rongrong and has nothing to do with him.

Tang San calmed down, patted Xiao Wu's little hand, and said: "I'm fine, Xiao Wu. It's not like I don't have a hundred thousand year soul bone, and it's earlier than Zhang Yang's. From this perspective Think, I am already very content.”

Xiao Wu nodded and smiled: "Yes, and don't you also have an external soul bone? The external soul bone has unlimited room for growth. Given time, it will grow into an existence that is not inferior to a hundred thousand year old soul bone."

"That's right." Tang San reached out and stroked Xiao Wu's hair, with a very gentle smile on his face.

There is no need to envy Zhang Yang, I have Xiao Wu, a father, a mother, and twin martial arts souls. Isn’t this enough?

"I am so free and at ease. I don't chant sutras or worship Buddha. I drink a few glasses of wine and eat a few pieces of meat. I drink and enjoy myself. I am happy."

Late at night, when Zhang Yang found Tang San humming a little tune, he had already completely adjusted his mentality.

When they met, Zhang Yang had just finished the song he was singing and said hello to Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu asked curiously: "Zhang Yang, the ditty you just sang was quite nice. Can you sing it again?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand and pretended to be disgusted: "Go, you are instigating me. Who am I? What is my identity? Can I sing a tune for you so casually? I want to listen to myself go to a teahouse and restaurant."

It was absolutely impossible to sing it again.

There are gods in the world of Douluo Continent, but there is no concept of Buddha. To say "one does not chant sutras and two does not worship Buddha" is equivalent to directly revealing one's old background. Zhang Yang must never do this.

Putting aside Xiao Wu's curiosity, Zhang Yang looked at Tang San: "Xiao San, are you ready? When you are, we will start."

Tang San nodded: "Ready, let's go."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang reached out from his chest to find a makeshift black mask and put it on his face. Then he stretched his hand back and put the black hood behind his back on his head.

After doing all this, Zhang Yang walked forward proudly.

But after taking two steps, Zhang Yang stopped again, turned around and looked at Tang San, who was motionless: "Why are you standing there? Let's go."

Seeing Zhang Yang dressed like a flower-picking thief, Tang San said helplessly: "Is it necessary to prepare so completely? We are not here to sneak around this time. It doesn't matter if we show up, as long as we kill everyone, no one will notice us. Do you have your identity?"

Hearing Tang San's words, Zhang Yang blinked: "Brother, based on what you just said, you are more suitable for this hoodie than me. Come on, put it on."

Saying that, Zhang Yang took off his hoodie and put it on Tang San without any explanation.

After secondary growth, Tang San's body shape was not inferior to that of Zhang Yang, and now there would be no ill-fitting clothes when wearing Zhang Yang's clothes.

Putting on Tang San's hood, Zhang Yang looked up and down, then nodded with satisfaction, "Walking in the dark night, serving the light. Everything is empty, everything is allowed. Perfect."

Tang San was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"It's no fun, let's go." Zhang Yang shook his head and disappeared into the darkness in three steps and two steps at a time.

"Why are you so nagging...Xiao Wu, you go find Rongrong to keep you company. I'll be back in a while." Putting those two words Zhang Yang said behind his mind, Tang San gave Xiao Wu a few words and then chased after her. .

The main hall of Wuhun is usually located in the center of a city, but the center of Gengxin City is the Blacksmith Association, so the main hall of Wuhun is located a few blocks away.

The architectural style of the Wuhun Main Hall in Gengxin City still follows the architectural style of the Wuhun Palace. If you want to reach the gate, you must first go up dozens of steps, creating a feeling of being unattainable.

Of course, Wuhun Palace is a soul master association after all, and for ordinary people, soul masters are indeed out of reach.

Standing on the roof of a house not far from Wuhun Hall, Zhang Yang opened his eyes and ears, and instantly had a panoramic view of the distribution of personnel in the entire Wuhun main hall.

There are 2 soul emperors, 8 soul kings, 23 soul sects, and four teams of ordinary people without rank who are the guards of the main martial arts hall.

This is the entire soul master power in Gengxin City's Wuhun Main Hall.

But for Zhang Yang at this time, what would happen if there were more people? Everyone below the Soul Saint is an ant.

Overlord-colored domineering energy burst out instantly, and all the creatures in the Wuhun main hall fell asleep, even the team of guards responsible for keeping watch outside the hall gate were no exception.

"Let's go." Zhang Yang said, stepped forward, and jumped directly from the roof of the tenth floor, with Tang San following closely behind.

"Bang! Bang!" With two sounds, Zhang Yang and Tang San stepped on a shallow mark on the ground and landed safely.

Each of them has a right leg soul bone. Even if they don't summon martial spirits, the fall damage to them is not much different from itching.

After jumping down from the roof, the two of them were already in the large square in front of the gate of Wuhun Palace.

If it were normal times, two people dressed in sneaky ways would appear in the main square of Wuhun Palace late at night, which would inevitably lead to questioning and expulsion from the guards of Wuhun Palace.

But the current situation is that the guards of Wuhun Palace have just passed out and have no time to pay attention to Zhang Yang and Tang San.

"What a powerful soul bone skill." Traveling through the rooms of Wuhun Palace, even Sweet, a soul master at the soul emperor level who was arrogant in front of Silong during the day, could only lie down at this time. Being slaughtered on the bed is no different than a dead pig.

"Hurry up, I have to go to Tang Valley to absorb soul bones." Zhang Yang said, and separated from Tang San.

Zhang Yang and Tang Sanfen took action to plunder all the wealth of the Wuhun Main Hall in Gengxin City in the shortest possible time.

Then, it is time to wipe this main martial soul palace from the Douluo Continent.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yang and Tang San met in the hall of Wuhun Palace.

Zhang Yang handed over all the wealth he had collected in the past half hour to Tang San and brought it back to the Blacksmith Guild. Then he controlled his body to appear in mid-air, and headed towards the sky with a powerful look.

In just a few breaths, the dark night of Gengxin City was illuminated by the meteorite. A huge meteorite, dragging its hot tail flames, instantly hit the building of the Wuhun Main Hall.

The once arrogant Wuhun main hall was instantly destroyed by the meteorite and turned into fly ash. All the comatose soul masters in the Wuhun hall also fell into a permanent sleep.

In mid-air, looking at the tragic situation of the Wuhun Main Hall, Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction, and the [Yata Mirror] flashed one after another, and he quickly arrived at Yugu.

Seeing Zhang Yang again more than a month later, Fusang shook his willow leaves and asked: "Zhang Yang, have you obtained the sixth soul bone?"

"I got it, now all that's left is to absorb it." Zhang Yang put away his martial spirit, took out the -year-old soul bone that exploded with unparalleled momentum from the storage soul guide, and showed it to Fusang.

"This aura is at least a -year-old plant-type soul bone. Zhang Yang, did you kill a -year-old plant-type soul beast?" Fusang shook the leaves and briefly expressed his doubts.

"I can't explain to you what an ore supermarket is. You can simply understand that I dug this soul bone out of the ground." Zhang Yang shrugged and simply explained: "And even if I have a hundred thousand years of killing Even the soul beast’s methods and strength cannot prevent a hundred thousand year old soul beast from self-destructing.”

Fuso understood.

Indeed, if a -year-old soul beast is determined to self-destruct, there is really nothing a soul master below the god level can do to stop it.

"You are extremely lucky to be able to dig out a hundred thousand year old soul bone from the ground." Fusang sighed.

Zhang Yang waved his hands in shame: "I just have an Ouhuang wife."

"However, the most suitable soul bones for you should be the power type and the animal type. Do you really plan to absorb this plant type soul bone as your sixth soul bone?" Fusang asked doubtfully.

"I have hesitated about this, but only for a moment." Zhang Yang spread his hands: "Nothing has a perfect ending. Although it is a plant-based soul bone, it is still ten thousand years old." Ten thousand years level. So, I decided."

With that said, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged and placed the -year-old left leg bone against his left leg.

A green light suddenly appeared.