Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"What is your identity? Can you fully represent the Haotian Sect?" Yang Yimo asked indifferently.

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, Yang Yimo's blow hit him just above seven inches.

Representing the Haotian Sect?

He himself has never been to Haotian Sect!

But it doesn't matter, a look of confidence flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "My father's name is Tang Hao, what do you think?"

Thinking back to the beginning, Tai Tai, the leader of the Force Clan, just knew Tang Hao's name, so he knelt down on the ground with a plop, calling himself old slave and young master. Tang San was already ready to help Yang Yimo stand up, and say something similar to the prodigal son's return. .

"Tang...Hao?"

These two words made Yang Yimo almost lose control of her emotions. The hair tie that tied her hair instantly burst into powder, and her long ink-colored hair poured down like a waterfall. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles were turning blue, her body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were It became extremely dangerous, as if the ink-colored spear could be summoned at any time.

Just looking at Yang Yimo for half a second, Tang San felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if an invisible spear was pointing directly at his heart. This terrifying feeling made a drop of cold sweat drop on his forehead.

This talented person from the Broken Clan was truly terrifying, and the sudden burst of violent gunfire actually made him feel chilled.

"Tang Hao represents the Haotian Sect. This is really the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard..."

Tang San was very surprised and frowned: "What do you mean, why did you say that suddenly."

Is the script wrong?

After the word Tang Hao appeared, Yang Yimo should have knelt down!

What does it mean to look at someone as if they are sworn enemies!

Ye Lingling on the side was also stunned. This was the first time she saw Yang Yimo like this.

"What do I mean?"

Yang Yimo actually laughed, but it was a cold smile, "Son of Tang Hao, I'm afraid you came here because you didn't understand that period of history. Isn't it because of what your father did and what our family has fallen to?" Is the Haotian Sect standing idly by?

Representing the Haotian Sect?

A sinner expelled from the Haotian Sect represents the Haotian Sect, thank you for being able to tell me!

Come back home?

A sect like the Haotian Sect, which is all a coward, can still be considered a family!

Even if Tang Hao himself comes over, he has to kneel on the ground to atone for his sins before he can beg us to go back!

You don't understand anything.

You only have one mouth, a mouth full of lies..."

Tang San vaguely understood the reason for Yang Yimo's rage. Because of Tai Tan's behavior, he had always had a misunderstanding of Tang Hao. Tang Hao was the hero of the Haotian Sect and was admired by everyone, but that didn't seem to be the case.

No wonder Tang Hao stayed in the Holy Soul Village and got drunk all day long. No wonder Tai Tan didn't openly tell him all the past events. He only said that since Tang Hao chose to keep it secret, he couldn't go against his master's wishes.

It turns out that Tang Hao is not the hero of the Haotian Sect, but the sinner of the Haotian Sect, but Tang Hao is his father no matter what. As a son, Tang San could not sit back and watch his father being insulted. Anyway, his plan to rebel against Yang Yimo failed, so he simply put away his smile. He said coldly:

"Tang San will definitely avenge you for betraying the sect and humiliating my father in the spirit master competition three days later!"

At this moment, in his eyes, Yang Yimo already had a way to die!

After saying that, Tang San strode away.

Ye Lingling quietly came over, caressed Yang Yimo's back, and said softly: "Mo Mo, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry for this kind of person. Let's go and sit for a while."

"Ah."

Yang Yimo gradually calmed down and nodded.

As night fell, two stunning women sat in front of the wooden house, leaning against the wall of the wooden house and looking at the stars in the night sky.

This is the residence of Yang Yimo. After all, the Po Zhi clan is a medicinal family. Various plants and herbs are planted around the wooden house. Jiuxin Begonia is a plant-based martial spirit, so Ye Lingling's mimicry training place is naturally among the plants.

She likes the environment here very much. There are less than ten people in Wuhun City. Not only is it quiet, the fresh and pleasant air and the fragrance of the plants are her favorite, so she often stays overnight at Yang Yimo's house. Practice.

Ye Lingling sat next to Yang Yimo, her slender legs swaying gently, her hands resting on the log on which she sat, her pretty face raised, and she became more gentle and charming under the light of the stars and moon.

"Mo Mo, why did your lineage leave the Haotian Sect and choose to join the Spirit Hall?"

Yang Yimo raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky. This was not a secret. Some of the higher-ups in Wuhun Palace knew about it. Now that Ye Lingling was curious, it didn't matter if he told her.

"About 15 years ago, when I was only five years old, Tang Hao of Haotian Sect severely injured Qianxunji, the former Pope of Wuhun Palace. Qianxunji eventually died of his injuries."

"what?"

Ye Lingling was stunned for a moment. Yang Yimo came up with a surprise, and she couldn't react for a while.

"But why did Tang Hao want to severely injure Qianxunji?" Ye Lingling asked doubtfully.

"I heard it was because Tang Hao had an extremely precious treasure in his hand. Qian Xunji wanted to snatch it, but was severely injured by Tang Hao."

"Oh...then the fault lies with Wuhun Palace. Tang Hao was just forced to resist."

Even after joining Wuhun Palace, Ye Lingling still analyzed the matter rationally.

"I never felt angry because Tang Hao seriously injured Qian Xunji. That was what Qian Xunji deserved."

Yang Yimo lowered his head slightly, his long hair spread like a waterfall covering his painful dark eyes, "The Pope died tragically, Wuhun Palace will naturally go crazy to retaliate. The four clans alone were the number one in the Haotian Sect at that time. line of defense.

I clearly remember that my grandfather, my eldest uncle Yang Wudi, and my grandfather, the patriarchs of the other three clans, were all ready to sacrifice for the Haotian Sect.They led more than a thousand disciples of the four tribes and other affiliated sects of the Haotian Sect in a bloody battle with the Wuhun Palace.

Wuhun Palace sent out four Titled Douluo, and nearly twenty Soul Douluo. There were more than [-] Soul Saints and below. The battle lasted for a month, and the disciples of the four tribes suffered heavy casualties, especially us. The Po Clan, who were only good at attacking but not good at defending, suffered more than [-]% of our casualties, but we never flinched even a step!

During that time, Haotian Sect didn't even send a single reinforcement, but just told us to continue to hold on... Tang Hao, the instigator also hid!

From top to bottom in the Haotian Sect, everyone is watching us die!

In fact, some people have seen some clues and advised the grandfathers to surrender or give up. However, they were unwilling to believe that the Haotian Sect was really so ruthless and cowardly. It was not until the Haotian Sect announced that Tang Hao was removed from the clan and the sect was evaded from the world. It is equivalent to completely giving up on our affiliated sects...

The grandpas finally gave up on the Haotian Sect and gave the order to give up holding on. Everyone can survive and fight to break through..."