Douluo protects our spirit hall

The preliminaries for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition are still going on. In the blink of an eye, they have entered the second half, and there are less than ten rounds left before the end of the competition.

In the past few days after Tang San woke up, except for the first two days when he was unable to move due to injury and could only lie in bed, after getting out of bed, he basically trained with Tang Hao on the Clear Sky Hammer.

In the past few days, Tang San's injury has almost recovered, but he did not participate in the game with his teammates.

The battle between the Shrek Seven Monsters was still led by Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng, who led Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and three substitutes.

Fortunately, their luck was good. Since losing to Blazing Academy, the opponents they have encountered are not strong. They have two soul sects, Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng, plus two powerful assistants, Oscar and Ning Rongrong. Taking action is enough to deal with it.

Therefore, Tang San put all his attention on the cultivation of the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit.

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today.

The weather is clear and the sky is clear.

The sun in the north of the mainland is not harsh, but brings a warm comfort to people in the cold breeze.

The forest affiliated with Tiandou Royal Academy.

Tang San closed his eyes tightly and stood quietly on an empty grassland in the forest, surrounded by lush blue silver grass, quiet, elegant, and fresh.

But he was not cultivating the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, but recalling in his mind the Haotian Sect's secrets taught to him by his father - the Haotian Nine Jue.

The so-called Haotian Nine Skills are the nine power-generating techniques of the Haotian Hammer, which can also be said to be the nine self-created soul skills.

However, compared to ordinary self-created soul skills, Haotian Jiujue does not need to be combined with soul ring soul skills to perform, and it looks more like the martial arts Tang San has seen in his previous life.

The difference is that martial arts require the support of internal strength and mental skills, while Haotian Jiujue only requires soul power to activate and does not involve skills.

Haotian's nine unique skills, each one has its own uniqueness:

The first absolute, emptiness, is inclusive and reverberates in the empty valley.

The second most important thing is sealing, which is like a bow stretching, sealing strength and solid strength.

The third skill, Guan, is a coherent movement with overlapping attacks.

The fourth skill, penetration, combines movement and stillness to penetrate the surface with points.

The fifth skill, winding, winding silk and spinning strength, the straight and the straight are intertwined.

The sixth skill, shock, uses force to hit the force and buffer the shock.

The seventh skill, breaking, has the combined strength of the frame to break with great force.

The eighth is, the moment, the body is free and easy, the moment is bright and gone.

The ninth is the collapse, the meteor radiates, and the mountain collapses in front.

In his mind, Tang San began to recall the scene when his father used Haotian's Nine Arts.

His father's domineering and unparalleled figure has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel my blood boiling, my face will be red, my ears will be flushed, my breathing will be rapid, and my blood will be tingling. I wish I could pick up the hammer and show it off fiercely.

It's a pity that his learning time is still short, and he still doesn't understand the key points. He doesn't even understand how to use it, let alone how to use it.

As his father Tang Hao said, Haotian's secret knowledge is really not that easy to master. Without perseverance and determination, it is impossible to learn it.

And I heard from my father that Haotian Jiujue is not the strongest, and there are even more terrifying tricks later on, but those stunts need to be combined with soul rings to be used, and my father has not taught them to him for the time being.

After all, it's too greedy to chew.

You haven't even started with Haotian's Nine Skills yet, and now you want to covet more powerful skills? It just adds to the worries.

Thinking of this, Tang San sighed softly, Haotian Jiujue was indeed difficult to master, at least he didn't have any clue to get started now.

But it doesn't matter, he believes in his ability, he will be able to understand and understand the methods of Haotian Jiujue, and finally master it completely.

After practicing hard these past few days, although Tang San still comprehended the Nine Arts of Haotian, it was not that he gained nothing.

Following his father's previous prompts, he created two soul skills based on the random cloak hammer technique and the unique skills of the inner sect of the Tang Sect.

One is named Haotian Flying Hammer, and the other is Dance of Chaos Cloak.

The so-called Clear Sky Flying Hammer refers to using the Clear Sky Hammer as a hidden weapon. It is a combination of the Clear Sky Hammer and Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons.

With the heavy weight of the Clear Sky Hammer, it is thrown as a hidden weapon. If the enemy is careless, it will be almost impossible to resist. It is an unexpected killing move.

The dance of the random cloak is a combination of the random cloak hammer method and the ghost shadow walking. It no longer sticks to charging the hammer in place, but can charge up the attack while moving.

This not only improves offensive capabilities, but also reduces the risk of being interrupted during the charging process.

With these two self-created soul skills at his side, Tang San's strength was visibly improved.

After these few days of training, coupled with the accumulation of previous Soul Master Elite Competition qualifying matches, Tang San's soul power was successfully promoted from level 42 to level 43.

With the simultaneous growth of soul power and strength, Tang San's frustrated heart gradually began to regain his confidence, even more than before, and it didn't take long for him to get over the blow brought by Huo Wu.

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not far away.

Under a big tree with three people hugging each other.

The tall Tang Hao was leaning on a thick tree trunk, wearing the tattered black burqa that he had never changed for thousands of years.

He held the half-wilted Bluesilver Grass in his left hand, and held a dirty wine gourd in his right hand. He drank tons and tons of low-quality ale, and then let out a long wine burp.

In an instant, the smell of alcohol filled the air and the stench filled the sky, infecting the silence. Even the Bluesilver Grass all around seemed to have withered, just like the Bluesilver Grass he held in his arms.

He looked quietly at Tang San not far away, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable glimmer, and his face covered under his robe and hat was covered with a messy beard, but his expression was unclear.

He has already taught everything that needs to be taught, and the rest can only be understood by Tang San himself, no one else can help him.

This is the special feature of Haotian Jiujue, or in other words, the special feature of all secret techniques, secret techniques and stunts transformed from self-created soul skills.

If you want to learn and master, you can only rely on talent and understanding.

Tang San's talent was naturally sufficient, twin martial spirits were rare to encounter in a thousand years, his natural talent and understanding were second to none.

This can be seen from the fact that he can combine the Clear Sky Hammer and the Chaos Cloak Hammer technique with his own abilities to create two self-created soul skills, the Haotian Flying Hammer and Chaotic Cloak Dance.

Even Tang Hao himself had to admire him.

Because he can't.

The Haotian skills he has mastered were all inherited from his grandfather Tang Chen, and they were not created by him. In the grassland surrounded by blue and silver grass, Tang San still closed his eyes tightly, recalling and sketching the methods of Haotian Jiujue's power in his mind. A completely black Haotian Hammer had appeared in his left hand.

After a moment, Tang San's ordinary-looking face trembled slightly, the soul power in his body was faintly activated, and the aura of soul power belonging to the forty-third-level soul sect quietly filled the air, and his robes automatically made a hunting sound without the wind.

After a few days of recuperation, the skin on Tang San's body had almost grown back, and the bandages wrapped around his body had been removed.

It's just that the new skin is still relatively tender and pink, like red spots, showing that he has suffered terrible burns.

With the injection of soul power, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's left hand suddenly grew longer and larger in the wind, swelling to more than one meter long in the blink of an eye, and the huge hammer head was bigger than a human head.

"The first of Haotian's nine unique skills, Kong!"

Tang San let out a loud shout, stepped forward with his legs, one in front of the other, his body lowered, the muscles of his left arm bulged, the veins swelled, and he suddenly swung out.

call--

A low sound of wind suddenly sounded, and then nothing happened.

Tang San had a look of astonishment on his face, as if a crow was flying over his forehead, he kept waving and didn't take it back until a long time passed.

Damn, or not?

His movements, demeanor and even the posture of exerting force are all exactly the same as his father's, so why can't he show it off? Is this Haotian Jiujue really so difficult?

The first of Haotian's nine skills, emptiness, is characterized by inclusiveness, reverberation in the empty valley, and emphasis on the combination of force and potential. When a hammer is swung out, there will be endless explosions and echoes, destroying everything, and emptying everything.

He had been accumulating strength and momentum for a long time, but this was the result?

Not to mention the explosions and reverberations, with one hammer blow, even the wind will become weak, let alone destroy everything.

The corners of Tang San's mouth trembled, his expression twisted, and his face was full of ferociousness. He almost threw the Clear Sky Hammer out of his hand and said no more.

Tang Hao, who was under the big tree, looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth, shrouded in the shadow of his robe and cap, involuntarily grinned.

In a daze, he seemed to recall the time when he was learning Haotian Jiujue under his grandfather's seat. Tang San's performance at this time was so similar to his own.

As he thought about it, the longing in Tang Hao's eyes became more intense. He raised his head, looked at the empty and clean sky absently, and murmured in his mouth:

"Grandpa, where have you been?"

"If you were still here, why would the Wuhun Palace be so arrogant, and how could our Haotian Sect be so oppressed that we could only hide deep in the snow-capped mountains and lock the gates?"

"Your grandson, I, and your great-grandson will not be reduced to this situation. You can't return to your sect. Even learning the secrets of the Haotian Sect can only be done in this wild place."

Tang San was still waving the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. Suddenly, he stopped and looked back at Tang Hao under the big tree. Seeing his father looking up at the sky, he subconsciously looked up as well.

The sky above was cloudless and empty, as clean as a blue quilt, soft and comfortable.

Tang San's eyes lit up, and his impatience disappeared.

He didn't know what his father was thinking about in his heart. As long as his father was by his side, his heart was filled with happiness, and even swinging the hammer became more powerful.

"Little Three, Little Three"

At this moment, a whirring sound suddenly came from far away, interrupting Tang San's thumping movements.

Tang Hao, who was leaning under a big tree and drinking sullenly, swayed and turned into a gust of black wind, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Tang San followed the sound and saw a slender and delicate figure running up and down with two straight long legs. There was a pair of rabbit ears hair accessories on his head, which was particularly cute.

The only imperfect thing is that this delicate figure is covered in bandages, just like he did a few days ago, with only one pair of eyes, two nostrils, and one mouth exposed.

It was Xiao Wu.

And that whirring sound was Xiao Wu's constant shouting from her pink mouth. Looking at her jumping up and down, it was obvious that her scar had healed and she had forgotten the pain.

"Xiao Wu, why are you here?"

The moment he saw Xiao Wu appear, the expression in Tang San's eyes immediately softened, a smile appeared on his face, and strange emotions filled his heart at the same time.

There is more than one person coming.

Xiao Wu was followed by the other Shrek Seven Devils, Dai Mubai, Yu Tianheng, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and even four substitutes who made up the number.

"Let me see you."

Xiao Wu jumped up to Tang San, and at the same time glanced around, she couldn't help but feel relieved when she didn't see Tang Hao's figure.

Although she already knew Tang San's father, he was a titled Douluo after all. When facing Tang Hao, she felt quite stressed.

Xiao Wu's eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of cunning, and then suddenly asked:

"By the way, mistress, do you still remember that time?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's face instantly darkened, his eyes showing extreme hatred, and he looked at Xiao Wu coldly:

"Xiao Wu, why are you mentioning that old thing? It's not like you don't know that I almost died in his hands before."

"If Wuhun Palace hadn't taken that old guy away, I would have killed him."

Why doesn't he remember this person back then?

If we were to say who Tang San hated the most in his life, it was definitely Shi Nian.

If it hadn't been for him coming to intercept and kill him, how could he have fallen into the illusion woven by his residual dream martial soul? He had to pay the most brutal punishment in the Tang Sect, with all his bones and muscles broken, and helplessly watching Xiao Wu being raped by the wretched uncle. What if you don't like the insult?

He was happy now, and he was happy even when he was unhappy, but Tang San was unhappy and could only taste the ultimate pain.

Just like every time the elder of the inner sect of the Tang Sect crushed a bone of his own, every time Bu Le launched an impact on Xiao Wu, it hit his heart hard, each time more violent and more painful.

He never wanted to experience that feeling again in his life.

However, the pictures he saw in the fantasy have been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he cannot abandon or delete them.

Even now, when he closes his eyes, he can still see and feel it clearly.

Everything seems like yesterday, extremely real.

This made Tang San forget about this person back then.

He hated Unhappiness deeply in his heart, and he hated Shi Nian even more. He wished he could cut him into pieces with a thousand knives and crush his bones into ashes.

The only pity was that Shi Nian was taken away by Wuhun Palace and he was unable to kill Shi Nian with his own hands.

I have to say that this is the regret in Tang San's heart.

Xiao Wu was startled by Tang San's cold eyes. She originally wanted to tell him good news, but when she saw his gloomy face, she was immediately speechless.

At this time, an obscene voice came from behind Xiao Wu, telling her the good news:

"Haha, third brother, why do you need to do it yourself? That old white dog is no longer alive and will be publicly executed soon."

The one who spoke was Ma Hongjun. His injuries were healing slowly. Like Xiao Wu and the seriously injured substitute, his body was still covered in bandages. From a distance, he looked like a big white ball rolling over.

"Public execution?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, looked at Ma Hongjun, who was as fat as a ball, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?" (End of Chapter)