Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Brother, what did the teacher say to you?" Tang San asked curiously after seeing Madara come out of the office.

Although Tang San had memories of his previous life and knew not to ask questions, the person in front of him was his brother and his closest teacher, so naturally he wouldn't have so many scruples.

"About the Mainland Elite Soul Master Competition" Ban originally wanted to touch Tang San's blue hair, but found that the two of them had become about the same height, so he could only pat Tang San on the shoulder, with excitement in his eyes. "There are a lot of interesting opponents out there," he said.

"Um, by the way, this is the Flying Divine Claw I made before." Tang San felt helpless at Madara's war-hungry attitude.

Then Tang San seemed to remember something, and took out a steel claw with a rope from his 24 Bridges in the Moonlit Night, and stuffed it into Madara's hand.

"It's a very practical thing." Ban had seen Tang San use it before, so he naturally understood the various wonderful uses of this thing and didn't hesitate to praise it.

The corners of Madara's mouth turned up slightly, his brows were filled with joy, and he thought secretly in his heart: The mistress specially gave me this thing, she was really thoughtful.

"Third brother, you are so partial, why didn't we?" Ning Rongrong didn't know where to figure it out, and pouted her mouth to express her dissatisfaction.

"How is it possible that everyone has a share?" Tang San looked at the people gathered around him, stretched out his hand to touch the 24 Bridge Mingyue Ye on his waist, and immediately took out a few more flying divine claws to share with his friends.

"Brother, why do you look so ugly?" Tang San asked with concern as he watched Ban's face turn dark without knowing it.

"Nothing." Madara turned his head expressionlessly.

"Wow, that's great. Thank you, mistress." Ma Hongjun played with the Feitian Shen Zhuan in his hand. He had been coveting this thing for a long time.

Several other people, including Zhu Zhuqing, who was always cold and taciturn, all shot the Flying Divine Claw very strangely.

"It just so happens that everyone is here. I will start special training for everyone tomorrow." Yu Xiaogang opened the door of the office at this time, glanced at everyone and said with a straight face.

Madara nodded disapprovingly. He really didn't think there was anything about him that needed special training.

"Special Training" Dai Mubai and others couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the hardships Ban had put them through during the training.

It seems that I must have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow will be very difficult.

After nearly half a month of sleeping in the open air, everyone in Shrek was finally able to have a delicious dinner in the academy.

After everyone chatted and joked for a while after the meal, they all rushed back to the dormitory early.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" On the way back, Xiao Wu suddenly noticed something strange about Tang San and nervously went over to ask for help.

As soon as Xiao Wu spoke out, everyone turned their worried eyes to the pale Tang San and asked with concern: "Xiao San, are you okay? Are you sick?"

Ban also turned his attention to Tang San, feeling Tang San's erratic aura, his forehead twisted into the character "Sichuan".

"You guys go back first, I can just take my time." Tang San forced a smile, waved his hands towards everyone, and ran towards the small woods on the side without waiting for their reaction.

"You guys go back first, I'll just go and see her," Madara looked at Tang San's retreating figure, felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and said to the Shrek crowd.

"Okay then" everyone looked at each other, thinking of Madara's usual strength, they had no choice but to give up.

In the small woods on the side, Tang San was holding on to a tree, his face full of pain, as if he was undergoing some kind of torture.

"Ah ah ah" Tang San seemed to be unable to bear it, his hands dug deeply into the tree, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

While Tang San loudly vented his pain, the eight identical bulges on its back slowly grew larger, as if something was growing out of his flesh and blood.

"Ah" Tang San shouted, and out of the eight spear-like bones popped out, and the clothes on his upper body were all torn apart.

"Huhuhu" Tang San suddenly felt the pressure behind him seem to be released, and he was so exhausted that he almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, a big hand firmly held his shoulder, lifting it up against the wall and standing up.

Tang San looked at the familiar voice in front of him with some uneasiness and a little panic.

"elder brother"

"That's probably the situation," Tang San said honestly to Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting in front of him with a sullen face.

Tang San seemed like a child who had done something wrong at this time, far less mature and calm than before, and he did not dare to look directly into Yu Xiaogang's stern eyes.

In Tang San's mind, having this kind of bone growing on his back was an out-and-out monster. It had already exceeded the limit that Tang San could accept, so he didn't dare to reveal it.

"I'm not talking about you, mistress. If I tell you anything in the future, everyone will definitely help you." Yu Xiaogang sighed. For the first time, he felt that his smart disciple was like a child, and he taught with sincerity.

"Then what's going on behind his back?" Madara asked impatiently, with a rare look of worry on his face.

Tangshan was his only younger brother. Now that something happened, the one he was most concerned about was of course Ban.

"This is actually a good thing. I wonder if you have heard of external soul bones." Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes at Ban, and then explained slowly.

"External Soul Bones" The Shrek men who were in the room were rushing over one after another, their faces full of question marks.

"Yes, a soul bone that is independent of the six body soul bones can greatly increase Xiao San's combat power." Yu Xiaogang couldn't hide the joy in his voice, and he was very happy for his proud disciple.

"That's good." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and couldn't help but feel happy for their companions.

"However, Tang San, you have to remember, unless absolutely necessary, never show your external soul bone to the public." The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face disappeared, and he turned to warn Tang San seriously.

"I understand" Tang San nodded solemnly.

He still understands that ordinary people are not guilty but Huaibi is guilty.

"If anything happens in the future, don't hide it from me." Madara looked at his younger brother with reproachful eyes, and solemnly promised: "As long as I am still alive, whoever touches a hair on your head will die."

"I understand, brother." Tang San felt the strong warmth of his family in Congban's chilling words.

Later, under the starry night sky, the two walked together on the way back to the dormitory.

What neither of them noticed was that a slovenly figure in a tattered cloak was standing by the woods not far away, looking at the backs of the two walking together with joy in his eyes.