Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 126

"I know you are willing to tell Zhuqing and the others, but you don't want to tell me? With the powerful recovery ability of the source of life in your body, few people will cause real harm to you, let alone the kind of hard-to-heal and A wound that is gradually getting worse." Tang San glanced at Tang Ling's shoulder and said.

Tang Ling shook his head. He didn't intend to tell anyone about the black mist, including Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

The strength of the black mist was not something that Tang Ling could compete with now. Even the powerful recovery power of the source of life was suppressed by the power of the dark prison. Not only did the wound not heal quickly, but it was also much slower than normal soul masters' recovery.

"elder brother……"

"what happened?"

"Thank you."

The sudden thank you made Tang San a little dazed. When he came back to his senses, he raised his hand and put it on Tang Ling's head, just like when he was a child, and said gently, "If you want to thank brother, then protect yourself."

"Brother... Tell me, can we go see Mom and Dad again?" Tang Ling didn't resist Tang San's hand on his head.

"Yes, I believe that Mom and Dad must be watching us somewhere. One day, we will definitely see Mom and Dad again." Tang San's tone was firm, his palm slipped and patted Tang Ling's back, gently clapped.These words were actually not only comforting Tang Lingtong, but also comforting himself.

Tang Hao and Ah Yin left without saying goodbye, but what brought them endless care and miss.

Tang Ling knew that his father and mother had the most powerful power on the Douluo Continent, but the appearance of Ming Prison made Tang Ling panic. The power that controlled everything and suppressed him even Tang Ling who had the strength of the title Douluo Hao didn't give it to himself either...

As for Tang San, because he was an orphan in his previous life, he especially cherishes and attaches to the relationship of his parents.

Watching Tang San enter the dormitory, Tang Ling withdrew his gaze and looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Brother, all I worry about is time. I'm afraid that I will never see my parents again...

I don't have much time..." Tang Ling clenched his fists tightly and then released them, and turned to leave with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of bitterness and helplessness, but with a hint of determination.

The dormitory between Tang Ling's dormitory and Tang San's dormitory is not far away. It took less than a few minutes to arrive at the door of his dormitory. After hesitating, he opened the door of his own room. Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu were still sleeping. .

The sleeping face of the second daughter was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. An ordinary person would definitely not be able to bear to turn into a wolf and eat up the second daughter.

Quietly looking at the sleeping face of the second daughter, there was an imperceptible gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

The passage of time is like running water, and when the sun on the horizon shines the first ray of sunlight, it represents the beginning of a new day.

In addition to speed, the main point of Nanquan is to superimpose. The highest level of comprehension is forgetting moves. Forgetting moves does not mean forgetting all moves, but changing the punching method and speed of the punching at any time to make the enemy hard to defend against. .

The wind of the fist roared, and each punch carried a pale golden energy, sweat slid down the cheeks, and the long black hair fluttered wildly with the violent movements of the upper body.

Nanquan's basic boxing techniques had an obvious effect of forging physique, but this effect was negligible to Tang Ling.

Because his physique has already reached the level of the Soul Sect, unless his soul power also breaks through the Daohun Sect's Southern Fist, he will display unimaginable power. Otherwise, the true effect of the Southern Fist will always be blocked by the barrier between the Soul Master and the Soul Sect. Doesn't work enough.

He punched out again, and the pale golden energy hit the ground, blasting the ground into cracks like spider webs.

"It seems that the injury this time didn't make you lose anything, at least your spirit power has increased by one level, and you've reached level 35." Tang San leaned back against the door, Ziji Demon Eye looked at it and still breathed a little Tang Ling said hurriedly.

Slowly put away the blown fist, took a steady breath and shook his head, as if thinking of something bad, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I don't want to get hurt that badly any more than it would take me one level closer."

"Hehe, of course, I heard your wailing last night. Presumably, Zhuqing and the others tortured you a lot last night, right?" Tang San laughed jokingly, his voice full of ridicule.

Tang Ling ignored Tang San's teasing words, evaporated the sweat off his body with his soul power, and said casually, "Master told us to gather early in the morning, is there anything you want to order? Or start the third stage of special training directly?"

Tang San walked down the steps, glanced at the sky and said: "I don't know, but the third stage of special training should not start, the teacher said that he would give us a three-month vacation. It should be a good idea to ask the two of us to gather here Something to tell us."

"Last night, I saw the members of the Royal Fighting Team came to our Shrek, it should have something to do with them." Oscar's soft voice came from far and near, with the unbeatable smile still on his face.

Tang Ling rubbed his chin and glanced at Oscar, a purple-gold light flashed in his black pupils.

"Xiao Ao, have you reached level 33?" Before Tang Ling could speak, Tang San subconsciously exclaimed and suppressed what Tang Ling wanted to say.

Oscar stroked his silver hair and said proudly: "I'm lucky, I accidentally broke through level 33 during my training yesterday."

"Look at your complacent look." Before Oscar could finish his complacency, Dai Mubai slapped hard on the back of the head by Dai Mubai who came behind Oscar at some time.

"Xiao Ao's soul power has improved so fast, and will surpass Xiao San soon, we have to work hard, don't be surpassed by Xiao Ao, otherwise we will lose face." Dai Mubai shook the hair on his head The blond haired, evil eyes glanced at the triumphant Oscar, and raised his broad palm again.

Oscar was startled, and hurriedly hid behind Tang Ling, complaining, "I said, Boss Dai, haven't you heard that a gentleman doesn't move his hands but doesn't speak?"

Dai Mubai put his outstretched hand on his blond hair, said with disdain: "Just start fighting if you don't like it, don't care if he is a gentleman or not."

"That's right, Boss Dai is not a gentleman, he's a rough guy, he speaks with the size of his fists." Ma Hongjun's wretched voice came from behind Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai squinted his evil eyes, and slapped Ma Hongjun with his hand on the blond hair, saying with disdain: "I'm a rough man, you are a wretched man, you fat man."

Ma Hongjun turned sideways, quickly dodged Dai Mubai's slapping hand, leaned on Tang Ling's shoulder, patted the fat on his stomach, and said, "I can't hit it!"

Before he could speak, a pair of jade hands pushed Ma Hongjun away from Tang Ling, and Xiao Wu's angry voice came from behind.

"Don't be so close to my Xiao Ling, if you lead him to death, you will die!" After finishing speaking, he squeezed his fists vigorously, indicating that what he said was very threatening.

"That's right, Fatty's wretched look really can't be transmitted to Xiao Ling, otherwise..." Oscar thought about Tang Ling's wretched smile, and goose bumps all over his body.

"You too, stay away from my little Ling." Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice came from beside Oscar, and the cold voice made Oscar, who had fallen into fantasy, instantly come to his senses.

"Hey, Zhuqing, why are you here?" Oscar stroked his silver hair, and slowly moved away from Tang Ling.

"The teacher just asked me to go there with my brother, why are you here?" Tang Ling looked at the fully lit sky and asked while stroking Zhu Zhuqing's black hair.

"I'm just curious what Master is looking for with you and third brother now." Zhu Zhuqing said softly while holding Tang Ling's hand.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, grabbed Tang Ling's other arm and said, "Besides, we just want to stay by your side longer."

Tang Ling's heart skipped a beat, he squeezed Xiao Wu Bai Nen's hand lightly and fell silent.

Tang Ling's temperament is like this, he doesn't talk much, but the emotion in his heart can be expressed more and more clearly, it is no longer like before, it feels like an emotionless weapon, but now this weapon has To express your own emotions, you will not hurt the people you care about.

"arrive……"

(End of this chapter)