Let Tang San feel the pain from Douluo

"Young Master, go back, the Great Enshrinement has been gone for a long time!" Snake Spear Douluo looked at Qian Renxue who had been staring at the direction Qian Daoliu was leaving for a long time and said somewhat unbearably.

"Well, I understand! Let's go back." Qian Renxue said.

The half-month since Qian Daoliu's arrival was her happiest day, but parting was always sad. Qian Renxue reluctantly got over the feeling of loss and led Snake and Spear back to the palace.

"Speaking of which, that woman's disciple helped me twice intentionally or unintentionally. I really want to see with my own eyes this kid who my grandpa spoke highly of!"

Qian Renxue wondered curiously on the way back to the palace.

Qian Renxue, who had just succeeded as the new emperor of Tiandou, was still busy with things, but this did not hinder her curiosity about Wang Hao.

As for Qian Daoliu, as soon as he returned to Wuhun City, he couldn't wait to call for Wang Hao.

"Meet the great priest!"

In an elegant box, Wang Hao respectfully saluted Qian.

"No need to be polite, I got what you wanted, now tell me your method!" After Qian Daoliu said that, he threw the Vast Sea Universe Cover, the treasure of the Tiandou Kingdom, to Wang Hao.

"I can't tell Qian Daoliu moves very quickly. I just don't know if that unlucky guy Xue Ye is still alive?" Wang Hao thought to himself as he took the Vast Sea Universe Cover.

"Ahem, before that, the junior wants to tell a story to the senior!" Wang Hao cleared his throat and said.

"Oh? Tell me!" Qian Daoliu couldn't comment.

"There was once a man who was hunting tigers but saw two tigers fighting each other. He did not draw a bow and shoot arrows but harvested two tigers effortlessly. Senior, do you know why?"

"That man is lucky!" Qian Daoliu sighed casually.

"Wait... what do you mean?"

Qian Daoliu, who was preoccupied with how to deal with the gods' back-up plans, suddenly thought that with Wang Hao's character, he would definitely not tell an insignificant story. Qian Daoliu quickly figured out the hidden meaning of the story.

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself: "It's troublesome to talk to people like this. You'll never know what's going on in their minds."

The first prerequisite for the fight between two tigers is that the difference in strength between the two should not be too large, so that there is a chance for the hunter and the fisherman to benefit.What makes Qian Daoliu even more strange is how did Wang Hao know about such a secret thing about Shen Zhuan Nian?

Qian Daoliu asked curiously: "How did you learn about this, little guy?"

"This junior inferred from the past conversations between Senior Poison Douluo and Prince Xuexing that the truth behind this so-called Tiandou royal family's national treasure is just a deliberate move by a certain god in order to select his successor." Wang Hao said it was speculation, but his tone was completely certain.

"Then what are you going to do next?" The matter of Shenzhuan's inheritance only made Qiandaoliu feel a little bit disturbed. For him, the first task now is to solve the backhand of the god on the angel statue.

"Senior, please wait and see next!" Wang Hao played with the Vast Sea Universe Cover and smiled a little mysteriously.

In the Douluo Hall, in front of the majestic and sacred Seraphim statue, Qian Daoliu watched helplessly as Wang Hao shed his blood to identify the owner of the Vast Sea Universe Cover that concealed the inheritance of the god Zhuan.

Wang Hao had just made it very clear why the two tigers were fighting. Qiandao was now even more curious about how Wang Hao would trigger a fight between the two of them.

Wang Hao's blood dripped on the Vast Sea Universe Cover, and surprisingly blended into it. A faint trace of blood appeared inside the originally crystal clear triangle, and an illusory figure invisible to others floated out of the Vast Sea Universe Cover. Looking at Lu Yuan below.

"The physique and qualifications are pretty good, and they are more than enough to withstand the power of the vast sea! What a pity that he is a disciple of Wuhun Palace!" The figure with an old and plain voice seemed to be making a decision.

"Hehe, that's not all! Didn't you realize where this place is?" Another Poseidon thought from the angel statue asked sarcastically.

"How could I not know about your existence as the same body and spirit?" the illusory figure mocked.

"That's true, why are you interested in this little guy?" Poseidon asked curiously.

"Let's take a look at his martial spirit first. Although the disciples of the Spirit Hall are a little troublesome, it's not impossible to let him find his way back!"

"Are you interested? Do you want to come in and take a look?" the illusory figure invited.

"What's so good about a martial soul? But it doesn't hurt to go take a look after it's been dormant for so long!" Poseidon Divine Thought was a little disdainful at first, but thinking about what happened some time ago, he couldn't help but be curious.

As for the danger?What danger can a small human martial spirit bring to their two divine thoughts?

When the two Poseidon God Zhuan Nian entered Wang Hao's sea of ​​consciousness and saw his martial soul, he became uneasy.

"This is...? The blasphemous and cursed God-killer!" The two divine thoughts did not expect to encounter such a martial spirit that should not exist.

"It seems we can't keep him alive!" Two divine thoughts have decided to kill him.

Genius is welcome, but this kind of martial spirit is still too dangerous. It is better to eliminate this hidden danger as soon as possible. Anyway, what they lack most is time.

Wang Hao felt that the sea of ​​​​consciousness was on the verge of destruction, but he did not feel any panic or regret. Instead, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's true that I have been planning for so long. Using Qiandaoliu as my sword and Poseidon's Heart as bait, the fish finally took the bait!"

In a short while, the two spiritual thoughts disappeared without even having time to scream, let alone contacting the main body.

And Wang Hao once again stepped into a dreamlike dream...

It’s still that dark cave, that blood-stained pillar, and a little boy practicing boxing, Yang Wujue!

The little boy Yang Wujue has grown up a lot. He is now a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Brother, are you awake?" Yang Wujue asked without raising his head as if he felt that Shen Kun was in the dream.

"Well!" Wang Hao found himself once again transformed into Shen Kun's perspective. No, it should be said that he seemed to be Shen Kun at this moment.

"I'm 15 years old and I'm leaving here!"

Yang Wujue was silent for a moment and then asked: "Brother, after I leave, you have to work hard to practice your sword and take care of yourself, do you understand?"

Yang Wujue didn't seem to hear what Shen Kun said, so he turned around and walked towards Shen Kun.

"Brother!" Yang Wujue came to the opposite side of Shen Kun, patted his shoulder, and said: "According to the rules, after leaving this cave, my memory will be erased and I will forget your existence... When you leave, My memory will also be washed away and I will be forgotten..."

"Don't cry!" Yang Wujue smiled and said seriously: "We are brothers, brothers with the same destiny, no one can separate us!"

As he spoke, he tore off his clothes and wrote a small word on his chest with his fingertips. His fingertips were like sharp daggers, cutting the skin at once, and the small words It was also deeply engraved on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Wujue tore off Shen Kun's clothes and wrote a small word "Jue" on Shen Kun's chest.

Every word and every statement is dripping with blood and can be seen to the bone!

"Promise me!" Pointing to their chests, Yang Wujue said loudly: "When you see these two words, you must remember that you are Yang Wuyan, and I am Yang Wujue. We are, brothers!"

Shen Kun cried.

"Haha, silly boy, don't cry, don't cry!" Yang Wujue laughed boldly, "After 15 years, I can finally leave this hellish place. You should be happy for me, be happy for me!"

As he spoke, two lines of liquid were left on Yang Wujue's face.

at this time!

"Wujue, what are you doing?" A shrill voice suddenly came from outside, "Leave a message on your chest. Do you still want to remember this experience?"

A pale, bloodless middle-aged man walked in from outside the cave in a wheelchair, followed by two disabled strong men, carrying a red spear!

"Uncle Six!" Yang Wujue's expression changed drastically and he quickly covered his chest, "We didn't do anything!"

"The writing is right here, do you still want to deny it?"

The middle-aged man sneered and waved, and two disabled men handed the spear into his hands, "After you leave here, your memory must be erased. This is the rule set by your grandmother... Wujue, Wuyu, you understand. This rule, then come on, let me see what you have accomplished over the years!"

With the spear in his hand, the middle-aged man suddenly burst into overwhelming domineering aura. When he was pointed at by his spear, he felt as if he knew he would die but was unable to resist the cruelty!

Shen Kun collapsed on the ground in fear!

"Wu Yan, you come first!" The spear pointed at Shen Kun, "If you can take the shot from Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu will allow you to leave the word "Jue" on your chest!"

"I, I..." Shen Kun got up and backed away unsatisfactorily.

"Don't retreat!" The middle-aged man shouted sternly, "Young man of the Yang family, you may bleed and cry, but you can't retreat!"

As he spoke, the spear pierced Shen Kun's throat!

And Shen Kun gritted his teeth, picked up a long sword from his side, and swung it violently to block. Although he fought back, Shen Kun didn't have any confidence at all. Under the middle-aged man's spear, it seemed that the world was shaking. Can be pierced!

"Too weak!" During the movement of the gun head, a trace of helplessness and contempt flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Wuyan, have you only practiced the Three Jinghong Swords to this point? If that's all, you don't deserve to do it. Yang family man, you only deserve to be a good-for-nothing who is expelled!"

"Uncle Six!"

Just when Shen Kun was about to be assassinated by a spear, Yang Wujue suddenly appeared between him and the middle-aged man, grabbed the spear and said: "Wu Yan is only ten years old, you use the Buhuitian Spear to deal with him, that's too much." Bar?"

"what?"

A flash of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "You can actually grab the Sixth Uncle's Spear of No Regret with your bare hands. Well, well, you are worthy of being a son of the Yang family!"

He withdrew the spear in ecstasy and stabbed Yang Wujue like lightning, "Wujue, do you dare to take Uncle Liu's shot again? The wind is blowing, and the ground is rolling thousands of layers!"

In an instant, the shadow of the middle-aged man's hand became nothing, and the shadow of the spear was too fast to be seen clearly, but his eyes were full of nostalgia and nostalgia...

Let's see if I, Wujue of the Yang family, can dodge this no-regret spear!

Get out of the way! ?

The middle-aged man really underestimated Yang Wujue!

Facing the cold spear point, Yang Wujue's mouth showed a hint of absolute confidence. He raised his hand and punched the spear tip hard!

Snapped!

The big gun burst from it, the tip of the gun was shattered, but Yang Wujue's iron fist was unharmed!

"Sixth Uncle, are you satisfied?" Yang Wujue said coldly.

"Ha, hahahaha!" The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with tears streaming down his face. Then he threw the broken gun away with all his strength and roared at the outside.

"Tell my mother!!!" The middle-aged man burst into tears, "After 20 years, the Yang family has finally cultivated a man, a man who can smash the gun of no regrets and can support the Yang family!"

As he spoke, he howled and pushed the wheelchair and quickly left the cave.

But the two disabled men carrying guns stayed...

"From today on, the Yang family's remnant barracks will be led by Yang Wujue!"

The cave returned to silence.

After a long time, under the guidance of the two disabled men, Yang Wujue put on a set of black armor and a pair of black iron gloves and walked out of the cave.

"Brother, I'm leaving!" Yang Wujue said without looking back, "You are ten years old this year. In five years, I will wait for you to come out... don't lose to me!"

"Five years!?"

Shen Kun clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and shouted at Yang Wujue's back: "I don't need five years, three years, three years later, I will definitely walk out of this cave, and my Three Jinghong Swords will be the same." I won’t lose to your fist!”

"Really?" Yang Wujue's lips curved into a warm smile.

The entrance to the cave was closed, leaving only a dim light.

And Shen Kun suddenly grabbed the long sword and swung it at the big pillar that Yang Wujue had used for 15 years. He said fiercely: "Brother, I will never lose to you. If you take the right path, I will always be able to hide behind you." Behind the scenes, but... I still have evil ways... I'm sorry, brother, I can never become Yang Wuyan, I am just Shen Kun. As long as I can catch up with you, even if there are thousands of people against me, I will never look back... This is My first sword, no reply!"

The stunning sword light illuminated the entire cave!

The sword comes out without any return!

People move without regrets!