Douluo's opening send-off system

"Hey! That's a good response!" came a slightly mocking voice.

A flash of ruthlessness flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his pupils gradually turned purple. Several hidden weapons slipped silently from his sleeves and fell into his hands. He asked coldly: "Who are you, Your Excellency? Why do you want to sneak attack me?"

Gee!

It's been more than seven years, and some of the habits from my previous life have still not changed.

"Who am I? I don't know, but I'm not a good person!"

Tang San suddenly choked. He thought about many possibilities, and even thought that he wouldn't tell him, but this person answered, but it was as if he didn't answer.

Moreover, no one would say that he is not a good person. Such straightforward words made him not know what to say.

Han Wuyi's face under the bamboo hat smiled evilly: "As for why I attacked you? Of course I am happy!"

After saying that the martial spirit was released, it slowly rose from the ground and spread its teeth and claws behind it like a demon. Countless blue silver grass also quietly emerged from the ground and covered the ground.

Tang San's expression was very solemn. In his last life, he had heard from the elders in his sect that there were many moody senior masters in this world who often played in the world of mortals.

You can't act based on common sense. You might teach someone your skills just because you like someone, or you might break someone's neck if you don't like them.

Obviously, it was the same in this other world. He was lucky enough to meet such an expert, but unfortunately he was disliked by the expert. There was fine sweat on his forehead, and it was dense.

"Junior Tang San, a twelfth-level control system war soul master, please give me some advice, senior!" Tang San bowed slightly and saluted, released his martial soul, held up the blue silver grass, and a yellow century-old soul ring appeared at his feet.

What he can do now is to be polite and make his "seniors" have a better impression of him and be merciful. If not, he can only fight to the death.

Of course, he would never be like this if it weren't for the inexplicable feeling of intimacy that arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Control system? Boy, you don't seem to be very honest!" Han Wuyi's playful voice came from under the bamboo hat.

"Senior, this junior doesn't know you are here..." Before he finished speaking, Tang San brought up an afterimage and flashed to the other side. A vine that was more than four feet long slowly retracted to the ground.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Tang San's voice couldn't help but become much colder, no longer as respectful as before. If he had been a moment later, he would have been betrayed, and naturally he wouldn't look good.

"Nothing! I just want to see if the Clear Sky Hammer is really the most powerful weapon in the world, as rumored."

The words fell on Tang San's ears, and his pupils suddenly shrank. His secret was revealed, and this person seemed to know what his second martial spirit was.

Soon the look of shock was replaced by the look of killing. Both his father Tang Hao and his teacher Yu Xiaogang had said not to expose the second martial spirit easily, otherwise it would easily lead to disaster.

Now that he has been recognized, in order to keep this secret...

Whoosh...

Several sounds of breaking through the air struck, and thirty-six flying knives shot at Han Wuyi from various weird angles.

boom!

The entire ground was paved with bluesilver grass. After using Ghost Shadow, the car couldn't be stopped at all. It slipped and pulled forward. Unspeakable pain in life came from his crotch. Tang San's expression changed drastically. But his hands kept moving, and he took out the silent sleeve arrow that he had just finished making, and raised his hand and was stunned.

In front of him was a huge cocoon of grass, with many short flying knives inserted irregularly in all directions. Seeing this, Tang San got up decisively, turned around and was about to run away, but tripped over the blue silver grass under his feet, holding on to the piece of grass that fell to the ground with both hands. The ground was about to climb up, but unexpectedly the blue silver grass on the ground crawled up along the arm.

Soul skills? when! ?

His hands turned jade-colored, and he was about to break the shackles of the blue silver grass. Other blue silver grass quickly grew up, binding him heavily.