Douluo's assassin becomes a god

Some girls called out directly.

"How hot."

Ben Lang felt a little uncomfortable and rubbed his nose quickly.

Immediately, a smear of scarlet blood soaked his palm.

"This……"

He started to panic and was about to wipe it off.

Unexpectedly, the wipe was good, and the whole face turned blood red.

Blood oozed from his eye sockets, nostrils, and ears.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A wave of heat spread to the throat, and Ben Lang coughed.

The pool of blood on the ground looked very dazzling.

"You... what did you do to me?"

Ben Lang panicked completely.

Han Xiao waved his sleeves and said lightly: "I didn't do anything, just closed your eight doors for the time being."

According to the direction of the eight trigrams, everything has eight gates.

The eight gates here refer to the eight directions, not a certain blue beast.

The eight doors of the human body are normally open, if all of them are closed, the seven orifices will bleed and eventually die.

Even more frightening is that this death is painless.

Those who are locked in the eight gates will feel the loss of life little by little, and finally die with regret.

This skill comes from the second layer of Heavenly Secret of the Huntian Star Chart, and it is called the Eight Gates Golden Lock.

Lock the eight doors and destroy the secrets!

With a bang, Ben Lang fell heavily to the ground.

"Save...help me."

Ben Lang begged desperately.

Han Xiao got up and walked in front of Benlang, his gaze slowly swept over everyone.

"My name is Han Xiao, are there any unconvinced?"

Silence, deathly silence.

"My name is Han Xiao, are there any unconvinced?"

After waiting for a while, Han Xiao asked word by word again.

His answer was still silence.

Hiddink smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed.

He really didn't expect that Han Xiao would use this method to suppress the academy.

If Han Xiao simply defeated Benlang, more and more people would be dissatisfied.

After all, there are not many people in Wuhun Academy who are better than Ben Lang.

But Han Xiao's move can be said to be out of this world.

Life is almost gone, who dares to challenge?

This first grader slapped the faces of all the senior students instantly swollen.

Han Xiao glanced at Ben Lang who fell on the ground, turned and left, leaving only a black back.

He came to provoke, why should Han Xiao save?

It is a pity for Han Xiao that he is not proficient in the eight-door golden lock, and this trick will not save his life.

……

As the sun went down, Wuhun Academy's one-day classes finally came to an end.

Hiddink breathed a sigh of relief, a little helpless.

Smile and greet with colleagues, he is going home to prepare dinner for the children.

Thinking of what happened in class today, Hiddink had a wry smile on his lips.

"It's all dirty work."

He sighed helplessly.

But then there was a sharp and cold touch on his neck, which made him concentrate instantly.

"Don't call."

A voice like hell sounded behind Hiddink's ears.

"Don't think about releasing the martial soul, of course you can also try it to see if my dagger is faster or yours."

Hiddink swallowed hard.

His strong sixth sense told him that if he wanted to fight back,

will die.

"Han Xiao?"

Taking two deep breaths, Hiddink asked with difficulty.

"Teacher, smart man, since you are so smart, why are you looking for me?"

Han Xiao's voice was extremely sinister.

Ever since he came to Wuhundian, he found that there are always some people who have inexplicable hostility towards him.

This has almost violated Han Xiao's bottom line.

"I... am myself, I just don't like you."

Hiddink's voice trembled a little.

"Teacher, are you sure you don't tell the truth?"

Han Xiao tightened his grip on the Taotie.

That terrible touch became more and more intense.

"I can't tell."

Hiddink gritted his teeth, his will was about to collapse.

"I remember, teacher, your child is also in the Wuhun Academy, it seems that the Wuhun will be awakened next year?"

"What are you...doing, you are crazy, Han Xiao!"

Hiddink's will instantly collapsed at this moment, almost screaming.

"Teacher, don't bark." Han Xiao said while pressing down on Taotie.

Hiddink was paralyzed, and if it wasn't for Han Xiao's support with one hand, he would collapse on the ground.

In his mind, he recalled his lovely girl.

That was his little angel, a gift from God.

The sound of "father" made him so happy that he was above the clouds.

But now, there is a demon whispering behind him.

His greedy and cruel eyes even looked at his own daughter.

"Yes...it's the ghost elder."

"It was arranged by Elder Ghost, please don't kill my daughter."

With a snap, Hiddink collapsed to the ground.

His whole body was already drenched in cold sweat.

However, Han Xiao behind him seemed to have merged into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Ghost Douluo paced anxiously in the spacious and gorgeous room.

It was the first time for him who has always been calm.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne and rubbed between her brows: "Elder Ghost, calm down."

"Your Highness, who knew that kid would be so amazing!" Ghost Douluo looked helpless.

It turned out that he had received the news just now, and Hiddink collapsed instantly under Han Xiao's three sentences, and recruited himself out.

As expected, Han Xiao will come to him in a while.

Thinking of that little devil, Ghost Douluo felt a headache.

If others knew that Ghost Douluo was like this, they would definitely be stunned.

Bibi Dong gracefully picked up the teacup, and took a sip: "The soldiers come to cover the water and earth, calm down."

Ghost Douluo heaved a sigh of relief.

As expected of His Royal Highness, the landslide came before him without changing his face.

"My lords..." The waiter looked at the door cautiously.

"Say!"

"Han Xiao misses the two adults."

hiss~

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

After a while, Han Xiao really came to settle the score.

"His Highness the Pope..."

Ghost Douluo looked at Bibi Dong.

"You go, just talk outside."

Bibi Dong waved his hand.

Ghost Douluo:? ? ?

That's a little different than what you said.

Lifting his foot to go out, Han Xiao stood outside, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Cough, what's the matter?"

Ghost Douluo asked knowingly.

"Do you know Hiddink, the mentor?"

"I did it."

Ghost Douluo simply confessed without fear of boiling water.

I don't know what method this kid used, Hiddink hugged his daughter and cried bitterly after returning home.

Ghost Douluo doesn't want to be like Hiddink.

"Why?" Han Xiao looked calm, but there seemed to be a storm in the calm.

"Since you already know, then I won't hide it. This is your third assessment."

"Everyone in Wuhun Academy will become your sharpening stone."

Ghost Douluo narrowed his eyes and said grimly.

Whetstone?

Is this my enemy of all people?

interesting.

It is not easy to know the students of Wuhun Academy.

Although the golden generation is the most talented in recent years, there are also many strong students in the upper class.

They will directly become the pillars of the Wuhun Hall in the future.

And Han Xiao is just a child who has just awakened his martial soul.

"Ben Lang's ranking in the academy is not high, it can only be considered middle-level. And there are many people with higher rankings than him."

Fighting intent burned in Han Xiao's eyes.