Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 52

"Okay, that's the end of today's class. Tang Ling, Tang San, you two brothers, come with me." After all the students ate Oscar's sausage, Flender said to everyone, leading Tang The two brothers Ling and Tang San thought about going to their own offices.

Tang Ling waved his hands towards Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, stopping them from following up, and Tang San followed Flender side by side.

Flender's office is Flender's residence, not far from where he fought with Zao Wou-Ki two days ago, not far from Flender's office.The layout of the room is simple with only a few things that must be present.

Flender came to sit behind the desk, pointed to the two chairs in front of him, motioned for them to sit down, looked at Tang Ling with a sharp light, and said, "You stopped at level 29?" long time?"

Tang Ling nodded, and said calmly, "I've stayed at level 29 for more than a year. During this time, even though I've been practicing hard, my cultivation still hasn't improved at all, as if..."

"It's like an impenetrable barrier." Flender interrupted Tang Ling's words, and continued for Tang Ling. Looking at Tang Ling's slightly raised brows, the corners of his mouth were curved.

"Dean, please answer." Tang Ling sat on the chair calmly, crossed his arms, and tapped his arms with his fingers.

What Tang Ling needed now was strong strength, a way to quickly improve his strength. He was not in a hurry, but in a hurry. It was just that he kept such thoughts in his heart.

The seal is getting looser day by day, ten years is only an approximate time, or even shorter, if something unexpected happens, ten years will become five years, four years, or even one month, one day...

Flender stood up slowly, with his hands on his back, came to the window to look at the scenery outside Shrek Academy, and said indifferently: "Wuji told me about the battle between you and Zhao Wuji, I have to Say you are a monster, not only is your first soul ring a millennium, but also the attack power of your soul skills has reached the level of a soul master every time, so your [-]th-level bottleneck is not the same as that of an ordinary soul master's [-]th-level bottleneck. Similarly, after my two days of observation, I found that you are an absolutely perfect monster I have never seen before, but your state of mind is not enough.

You not only need time to hone your state of mind, but also need to calm your heart. "

Tang Ling's deep black pupils suddenly became turbulent, and then calmed down.

"Understood, Dean."

"Okay, Tang Ling, you go back first, I'll talk to Tang San again." Flender sat down on the chair again, and looked at the 24th bridge on the moonlit night at Tang San's waist.

Tang Ling nodded, and just as he stood up, Tang San beside him grabbed Tang Ling's arm.

"Xiao Ling, tonight, Shrek's back mountain." After speaking, he let go of Tang Ling's wrist.

Tang Ling smiled, nodded slightly, patted Tang San on the shoulder and left Flender's office.

Flender looked at Tang San, with a complicated look in his eyes, and said: "Master, are you okay?"

Tang San nodded, and said: "The teacher is very good."

"Teacher? Oh, that's right. He actually gave you this belt. You should be his apprentice. You should have thought of it a long time ago." Flender slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, The complicated light has dissipated.

"You are actually his choice, so don't let him down."

Tang San nodded, raised his hand and tapped on the 24th Bridge on a moonlit night, a letter appeared in Tang San's hands, handed the letter to Flender, and said: "Principal, this is the teacher. Tell me to wait for him to hand it over to you."

After hearing Tang San's words, Flender's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he took the letter in Tang San's hand.

When Flender opened the letter and took out the white paper inside the envelope, Tang San didn't know what was written in the letter, but he clearly saw Flender's trembling hands and constantly changing face.

Flender was sometimes angry, sometimes joyful, happy, angry, sad, and almost all different emotions appeared on his face.

"Okay, Tang San, you go down first, have a good rest tonight, tomorrow I will ask Zhao Wuji, an old fellow, to accompany you to help Oscar obtain the spirit ring." After speaking, he waved his hand and leaned directly on the chair Above closed his eyes.

As night fell, a figure in white was leaning against a big tree in the back of Shrek, his eyes were closed, his left leg was curled up, his left hand was resting on the knee of his left leg, his chest was heaving slightly, and he had obviously fallen into a deep sleep , frowning from time to time, as if something bad happened.

"Clap, clap."

Slight footsteps came from behind, and Tang Ling, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, a glint of light flashed in his deep black pupils, and he glanced at Tang San who was already sitting beside him, looking at A slight smile appeared on Xingkong's head.

Like Tang Ling, Tang San also leaned against the tree, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and said, "Xiao Ling, how have you been outside for five years?"

Tang Ling turned his head, looked at Tang San and said, "Tell me, I'm in the Panlong Forest where spirit beasts roam everywhere. Do you think I'm doing well? Besides, there's a, um, oil bottle by my side."

A smile appeared on Tang San's face, he touched Tang Ling's arm with his elbow, blinked, and said, "Tell me, if Zhuqing finds out that you use words like drag bottle to describe her, will she be angry? "

Tang Ling's originally deep black pupils showed a hint of uncertainty. After all, Tang Ling really couldn't figure out Zhu Zhuqing's thoughts because of a woman who almost broke up with him because of a fish.

The atmosphere suddenly calmed down. I don't know how long it has expired. Tang San stretched, stood up, walked in front of Tang Ling, and said, "I haven't sparred for five years. Let's fight?"

Tang Ling didn't stand up, but tilted his head to look at Tang San, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly stood up from his sitting body, and said, "Hit me, am I afraid of you?"

Tang San saw Tang Ling's body muscles tense instantly when he stood up, purple eyes spread all over his eyes, the purple magic pupil opened, cold air enveloped his hands, his hands turned white jade, and the black jade hand opened.The body is slightly lowered, showing a state of attack at any time.

A gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes, stomping his feet on the ground, he rushed towards Tang Ling, appeared in front of Tang Ling, bent slightly, and slapped Tang Ling's abdomen.

However, Tang Ling didn't show the slightest sign of panic. The corners of his mouth raised, and his left hand appeared strangely on his abdomen, blocking Tang San's palm, and then he raised his right hand. His legs were slightly bent, and he felt a little shocked all of a sudden. Tang San was picked and flew out.

Tang San twisted his body in the air, the black boots made a heavy sound when they touched the ground.

"This is……"

"Wing Chun, a type of Southern Fist."

Tang San nodded, maintaining his fighting posture, said: "Although there is no way to defeat you, at least I won't be defeated by you within a quarter of an hour like five years ago."

"Oh? Then try?" Tang Ling was dressed in a white outfit, with long black hair blowing in the wind, standing confidently on the spot and hooking his fingers at Tang San.

(End of this chapter)