Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

The young man shouted.

Black light surged in his right hand, and a black Clear Sky Hammer about one meter long suddenly appeared, and three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, were released.

But he still couldn't defeat Evil Blood Douluo's death gaze.

Tang Xiao shouted, "My friend, is this a bit too much in my Haotian Sect?"

Xiexue didn't really intend to do anything.

The blood light subsided, and he faced Tang Xiao again as if he had done nothing.

He smiled and said, "Oh, I just can't stand this young man barking wildly among the crowd. This is not like the style of the disciples of Haotian Sect."

Tang Xiao frowned.

Glancing at the five elders beside him, Tang Xiao knew their arrangements very well.

Tang San was very perceptive, he calmed down and bowed.

"Tang San greets the Sect Master and all the elders."

His soul power was revealed as he spoke.

The five elders naturally also felt the powerful soul power released from Tang San.

His expression couldn't help but change.

An elder with long white eyebrows said in a deep voice: "Fifty-nine level Soul King?!"

Tang San didn't hide it either.

"Exactly."

Another lanky elder sneered.

"You have inherited Tang Hao's talent, and even surpassed him, but what does it matter if you have good talent?"

"If our sect produces another Tang Hao, we will probably be destroyed. You are a third-generation disciple, why don't you kneel down when you see us?"

Tang San's eyes darkened slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he knelt down consciously.

Not only because of his own forbearance, but also because he didn't want to be urged by the evil blood again.

He lowered his posture and caught the dirty water.

"Tang San is willing to atone for his father's sins and do his best to help the sect regain its glory. I ask the sect master and the elders to allow me to return to the sect."

The lanky old man angrily said, "Bullshit! Just because of what your father did, you can forget about returning to the sect. You are the son of him and that evil soul beast, but you are just a bastard. Although the Haotian Sect has closed its mountain gate, it will not let a bastard return to the sect!"

"Seventh brother, please be careful with your words. So many youngsters are watching us." The old man with long eyebrows frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

Hearing the word bastard.

Tang San's expression quickly became ferocious, and then suddenly became calm. He still knelt there, slowly raised his head and looked at the thin old man.

"Who are you calling a bastard?"

Although Tang San did not release his martial spirit, the chill released from his body at this time was extremely cold.

Tang Xiao did not stop the conflict between the two sides, but just watched coldly.

"I'm talking about you, you little bastard!"

The thin old man did not conceal the anger on his face, and his body was shaking with excitement.

"If Tang Hao hadn't caused trouble to the sect by that beast, my eldest son would not have been attacked and died by the Spirit Hall on the way to purchase for the sect."

"That's enough. Lao Qi, if you don't control your emotions, leave here."

The old man with long eyebrows was obviously the most respected among the five elders. Hearing the relentless and ungraceful abuse from the thin old man, he became a little angry.

Tang San was about to attack
But the voice of Evil Blood Douluo rang in his ears again.

Something surprising happened.

Tang San suddenly turned towards the tall and thin old man and kowtowed three times in a row.

"I'm sorry, Seventh Elder!"

"I apologize to you on behalf of my father for the mistakes he made. However, your real enemy should be the Spirit Hall, not us."

When saying this, Tang San's expression seemed very sincere. He kowtowed three times very heavily. When he looked up again, bloodshot appeared on his forehead and spread to his eyes.

You know, given his ability to heal himself, to have this kind of damage, it was obviously due to him using unusually strong force.

And he didn't use any soul power for protection.

The thin elder sneered:

"Will this make up for the pain of losing my child?"

"I am not the only one affected by the Tang Hao incident, but the entire sect. If he knew his mistake, he should have returned to commit suicide to thank the sect, but he did not do so. Instead, he hid outside and died in Wuhun City like a waste. He also handed over my sect's inherited soul bone to the Wuhun Palace!"

"The inheritance of my Haotian Sect's Great Sumeru Hammer has been cut off. This is all your fault!"

Tang San stood up in anger, as if he did not hear what the Seventh Elder said.

His originally sincere gaze suddenly became sharp.

"Although I think that father cannot be blamed entirely for the sect's affairs, he was also wrong after all. It was his fault to implicate the sect, so I want to apologize to you."

"However, your previous words have insulted my late mother, but I must seek justice. Seventh Elder, I challenge you to die without any regrets."

Tang San said these words with absolute certainty.

Although he has an ordinary appearance, dark skin and a thin figure.

But at this moment.

Everyone in the Haotian Sect felt the strong and fierce aura from Tang San.

The lanky seventh elder was stunned for a moment.

"You want to challenge me?"

Tang San affirmed.

"Yes, please give me some advice, Elder Seven."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Seventh Elder laughed out loud.

The wild laughter carried with it a powerful soul power that seemed to make the entire Haotian Sect tremble.

"You are just a junior, and you are not worthy enough to challenge me. If Tang Hao said this, it would be more likely, but it's a pity that he is already dead. His death is worthless! He also lost a few soul bones!"

"If my father were here, the Seventh Elder might not dare to accept the challenge!"

"How dare you! You are so sharp-tongued!"

Seeing the Seventh Elder furious.
Tang Xiao remained silent throughout the entire process, allowing Tang San to handle the matter on his own, and naturally did not say anything more.

This kind of thing is a test for Tang San.

Tang San looked at the Seventh Elder quietly.

He said calmly, "Seventh Elder, are you afraid to fight against this junior?"

Just a few simple words.

But it was like a slap in the face of the Seventh Elder.

The seventh elder's laughter stopped abruptly.

As one of the five elders of Haotian Sect, the Seventh Elder has a very high status in the sect, and even Tang Xiao has to give him some respect.

At this time, I was provoked by a younger generation.
How could he bear it!
Just as the Seventh Elder was about to speak, the Long-Eyebrowed Elder said calmly:
"Young people can have pride, but they cannot be arrogant."

"Tang San, you have never returned to the sect, and you are not a member of the sect yet. We will not punish you according to the sect's rules. However, you despise our sect, and the sect will not let it go. Where is Tang Hu?"

"Second Uncle!"

After a long talk and building a good reputation for himself.

A sturdy man who looked to be about forty years old walked out of the crowd.

As he walked out of the crowd.

The three generations of disciples made way for him on their own, which showed his status in the sect.

Elder Changmei said calmly:
"You can spar with him. Although the Haotian Sect has retired, it is not something that outsiders can provoke."

Obviously, he never admitted that Tang San was a member of the Haotian Sect.

A faint sound sounded in Tang San's ears.

"This Tang Hu is as strong as Tang Long. His soul power has reached level 64. He won beautifully."

The voice belongs to Mo Wuchang.

This Titled Douluo who appears to be doing nothing actually has a very meticulous mind.

But what surprised Tang San was...

The elder with long eyebrows actually looked at Mo Wuchang, as if he had also heard Mo Wuchang's words that were barely audible.

Tang San looked at Elder Changmei.

"Elder, if I win, am I qualified to challenge the Seventh Elder?" Elder Changmei glanced at Tang San.

His eyes were as calm as the ocean.

This elder did not reveal any aura on the surface, but Tang San vaguely felt that he seemed to be more dangerous than his uncle Tang Xiao.

"can."

The seventh elder snorted disdainfully.

"Tang Hu, if you lose, I will put you in solitary confinement for a year."

Tang Hu didn't say anything.

It is the exact opposite of Tang Long's wildness.

This third-generation elite from the Haotian Sect looked very gloomy.

His face was as dark as water, but he was unusually calm. He was tall but not stout, and he did not show any emotional fluctuations because of the words of the two elders.

Tang San sneered
Perhaps the opponent he was about to face was definitely not an ordinary one in the small territory of Haotian Sect.

But in Tang San's eyes.

The most outstanding disciple of the third generation of the once number one sect in the world is now nothing more than a piece of trash.

……

"Tang Hu, level 64 strong attack system combat soul emperor. Please." Tang Hu made a gesture of invitation to Tang San, showing great courtesy.

"Tang San, fifty-nine-level control-type battle spirit king, please!"

Tang San's movements were very casual.

It looks like a floating willow branch.

When hearing Tang San say his spirit power level, all the disciples of Haotian Sect couldn't help but be shocked.

Tang San is much younger than Tang Hu.

Even Tang Long only broke through level 60 at the age of thirty.

"Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?"

The seventh elder who was clamoring before suddenly asked.

Tang San turned his head and looked at him. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Seventh Elder, he took into consideration the pain of losing his son and his own purpose.

Tang San still replied:
"Just turned fifteen."

After the words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.
Tang Hu, who was standing opposite Tang San, twitched his facial muscles slightly.

Before Tang San came to the sect.

Although there was a lot of news about the Soul Master Competition circulating in the sect.

Bragging for Tang San.
But it was only limited to Tang Xiao and Tang Xiao's closest third-generation disciples.

As for the elders and other third-generation disciples, they naturally did not know about Tang San's situation.

Tang Xiao wants
This is the amazing effect of Tang San today.

Just turned fifteen.

These few simple words moved the five elders at the same time.

The five people looked at each other and had already made some judgments in their hearts.

The original Tang Hao.
He has been hailed as a rare genius in the Haotian Sect in a century.

But his son in front of him seemed to be even better than he was before.

Fifteen years old and fifty-nine levels.

He does have the arrogance.

Elder Changmei waved his hand and ordered:
"let's start."

The soul power level was important, but it didn't mean everything, not to mention that Tang Hu was one level higher than Tang San and had one more soul ring.

The higher the level of the soul master.

The difference in strength increases with each spirit ring.

What's more, Tang Hu's martial spirit is the Haotian Hammer, the top weapon spirit that the Haotian Sect is blessed with.

Black light shines.

The aura on Tang Hu's body suddenly became heavy.

In the thick black light, the black Haotian Hammer with a handle about three meters long and a hammer head as big as a bucket appeared in his right hand with a thick black light.

Two yellow, two purple, two black.
The six soul rings are arranged neatly and orderly on the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Haotian Hammer appeared.

Tang Hu's temperament changed immediately.

Compared with his previous gloomy look, he was now like solid granite, standing there without any flaws.

This was the first time Tang San faced an opponent with the Clear Sky Hammer. He didn't dare to be careless and released his Blue Silver Grass.

A blood-colored blue silver grass appeared out of thin air in Tang San's right hand like a long whip. Under the strong sunlight, the blood energy emitted by the blue silver grass was clearly visible.

"Wait a minute, your martial spirit is not the Clear Sky Hammer, who let you into the sect? Where is the disciple on duty yesterday?"

The Seventh Elder shouted and once again interrupted the competition between Tang San and Tang Hu.

Without waiting for the disciple on duty to come out.

Tang Xiao said lightly:

"Seventh Elder, haven't you heard of twin martial souls, a term specific to the soul master world?"

The disciples of Haotian Sect are better.

In their opinion, Clear Sky Hammer is the best martial spirit in the world, and nothing can compare to it.

But the expressions of some older third-generation disciples and several elders changed.

It was even more surprising than hearing that Tang Sanshi reached level 59 at the age of 55.

If one's cultivation can be improved through hard work and luck, then twin martial souls are talents, unique gifts.

Elder Changmei stared at Tang Xiao.

"Master, are you saying that he, like the current Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong, also has twin spirits?"

Tang Xiao nodded.

"Tang San inherited his father's Clear Sky Hammer and his mother's Blue Silver Grass."

"Xiao San, show the elders your hammer."

The bloody blue silver grass was quietly recovered, and Tang San knew that Tang Xiao was helping him.

He didn't even have time to release the spirit ring of the blue silver grass. He didn't want to release it just like that to watch. That white spirit ring was the pain of his life! It would only be ignored when fighting.

Tang San spread out his left hand.

The foot-long Clear Sky Hammer lay quietly in his hand.

With a slight movement of his wrist, blood surged around the Clear Sky Hammer. Those present were all direct descendants of the Clear Sky Sect, so they naturally recognized that this was the Clear Sky Hammer.

But Tang San still did not release his spirit ring.
He is very angry now!

I urgently need a battle to vent my anger!
"Let the competition continue."

The long-browed elder waved his hand, but there was already a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer was replaced with Blue Silver Grass.

Yellow, yellow, white, black, black, five soul rings swirled out.

There was a quiet rhythm surrounding Tang San's body.

"Be careful."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the spirit ring on his body lit up.

There was no warning.

Sixteen blue silver grasses sparkling with blood shot up into the sky from around Tang Hu's body.

Stab straight into Tang Hu's body.

"Hey--!"

Tang Hu growled.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand horizontally and smashed it onto the blue silver grass. With a bang, the spikes that were stabbing him in the front were shattered. However, to Tang Hu's surprise, the solid blue silver grass did not change at all.

You know, his Clear Sky Hammer weighs over a thousand pounds, plus his own soul power, this blow weighs over two thousand pounds, and he has already used his first soul skill to amplify the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, the blue silver grass is extremely tough.

It was also very elastic. Although the spikes were broken, he was unable to break through the cage in front of him.

(End of this chapter)