People plant sunflowers in Douluo

Chapter 106 Disciple Promotion, Tang Hao Shows His Power

Tang Hao didn't fight Zhang Wei at the end of the day, but he planned to make an appointment with him in a very aggressive tone, but Zhang Wei simply asked him:
"Can you use a soul tool? Or do you think it's a sense of accomplishment to beat my weakest plant-type soul master?"

Tang Hao, who was stunned for a while, could only talk about the place to rest for the night in desperation, and then left on his own. His embarrassed back looked like a dog.

Tang Hao, who was walking on the road, also frowned, and he was also a little puzzled about his attitude.

Even though it was the first time they met, he had a special affection for that woman named Lan Yin'er, and wanted to express himself in front of her.

Shaking his head, he pushed the extra thoughts to the back of his mind. Tang Hao, as Tang Yun's son, needed his help to prepare for the recent disciple selection.

Time passed by in a hurry, and the Haotian School finally showed the posture of belonging to the upper three schools. Whether it was the solemn dinner party or the many disciples who came and went, they all had a unique roughness.

The selection of disciples was not placed in the main hall where they met before. The Haotian School opened up many gathering places in the mountains, and an empty square was requisitioned.

The entire square is the size of two football fields, and there are rows of seats on the edge, which are ringed like a Colosseum, so that they can see clearly.

In addition, the selection rules are also different from the soul master competition. There is no limit to the arena here, and admitting defeat is the criterion for judging the outcome.

Either be beaten to the ground and faint, or surrender on the spot, this is the rule of Haotian School.

Most of the soul masters in the entire Clear Sky School are hammer spirits, but there are not many pure Clear Sky Hammers, and there are only a few of the outer disciples.

These people included Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, and Zhang Wei had never heard of the other two, so they should be tricksters.

Tang Hao stood at the front. Even if he was the son of the suzerain, he still stood on the side of the outer disciples. Everyone who could be promoted was beaten, and the son of the suzerain was no exception.

Wearing refreshing clothes, Hao Tianzong's clothes appeared in the upper right corner, the overall silver-gray clothes looked solemn, and a team of 200 people stood neatly here.

Tang Yun, as the suzerain of the Haotian School, his eyes were calm without any fluctuation, and his voice spread to the audience under the blessing of soul power: "The selection of disciples every five years is about to begin.

Among you are the children of the elders, and there are ordinary awakened soul masters, but today, you are all equal, as long as you stand at the end, you are the king. "

The plain voice echoed in the ears of 200 people, without impassionedness, but it was the most direct words that made these people's eyes show enthusiasm.

"Very good, I see the desire to win in your eyes, then, let's fight." Tang Yun announced the start without delay.

"Haotian lives forever! Haotian lives forever!" Headed by Tang Hao, 200 people put their right hands on their chests and shouted firmly, and some floating clouds in the sky were also shaken away by this momentum.

Watching those outer disciples looking for their opponents according to their groups in an orderly manner, Zhang Wei's mind was a little far away. These 200 people showed the current situation of the family.

During the endless time in the Douluo Continent, the members of the family have used various methods to completely stabilize their legitimacy, and it is basically impossible for outsiders to intervene.

Just like these outer disciples who have already started to compete, the slogans they chanted are not just chanting, even these people themselves think so.

From a point of view, in the entire Douluo Continent, such a phenomenon should become the norm.

Turning around, the 200 people in the field had already staggered, a sledgehammer appeared in their hands, and two soul rings in their hands, reflecting the colorful lights in the field.

However, Zhang Wei focused more on Tang Hao's side. The three soul rings were shining, and the other party was also a soul master. This was not unexpected. It should be said that this is the configuration of a genius.

The selection is very simple, 25 people are selected out of 25, three rounds, and then the top five will be selected from the remaining [-] people, a total of five days.

"Boy, that Tang Hao is a bit strong." Dugu Bo sat on the side, staring at the figure wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, a little dignified.

Zhang Wei also noticed this point, the soul master beat the big soul master, but Tang Hao played with another feeling of lifting weights lightly.

That Clear Sky Hammer in the opponent's hands is like a derivative of his own body, it is said that the Clear Sky School still has such a bug as the ability to randomly split the wind hammer.

As a rare method that can mobilize the power of the whole body, and can also use it to fight, this kind of secret method can be said to be the inheritance of the Haotian School, one of the foundations of the establishment of the school.

Now in Tang Hao's hands, the Clear Sky Hammer is light but full of power, every time it hits the opponent, it will make the opponent's hands tremble continuously.

Compared with the Clear Sky Hammer, the hammer in the opponent's hand is even bigger, such a huge hammer brings physical strength and strong hand strength.

But even in this situation, the opponent was still pressed down on the ground by Tang Hao, and within 2 minutes the opponent's cheeks were flushed, and his legs seemed to want to bend.

"Drink!" Tang Hao held the Haotian Hammer, the yellow soul ring on his body flashed, his body twisted, the power came from his feet, and he smashed the hammer down on his opponent.

Like the sky falling, like a meteorite falling, the opponent couldn't even open his eyes at this moment due to the irresistible momentum. He raised the hammer horizontally, trying to block the sharp blow.

But everything was in vain, when the Haotian Hammer fell on it, the opponent had no power to resist, was sent flying by the hammer, and fainted on the spot, only then did the referee catch up.

As the first one to win, Tang Hao just put away the Haotian Hammer, walked to the side to rest quietly, there was another round in the afternoon, twice a day.

There are about ten soul masters out of 200 people, and the rest are great soul masters. Hand-to-hand combat is always hearty, and injuries are common.

Seeing these soul masters being beaten like this, Zhang Wei thought of Kesuen City. It seems that there needs to be an addition to the courses of the Intermediate Soul Master Academy. This kind of bloody fighting is not there yet.

Bibi Dong looked at the field with piercing eyes. She was learning the fighting methods of these people. She would observe and learn anything that was good for growth.

Although she can't learn such an exclusive skill as the random chopping wind hammer method, but she doesn't need it. As twin martial souls, she has her own way.

Everyone in the field recalled the battle in their minds, Bibi Dong put herself into the opponent, thinking about how to defeat the enemy.

"Old Poison, how does that genius in your family compare with this Tang Hao?" Zhang Wei asked curiously, the generation of Dugu's family has also produced a good person.

Of course, what Zhang Wei said was purely disgusting. Tang Hao's talent was basically unmatched even in this generation of Wuhundian.

Dugu Bo glared at him with a dark face: "Which pot can't be opened or lifted by you kid, you can go up and try it if you have the ability."

"I'll forget it, but well, my sister is not weak at all, and I can't beat her at the same level." Zhang Wei's voice was a bit loud this time, as if he was saying it deliberately to others.

The Haotianzong elders who were nodding their heads over there, feeling that they had harvested a bunch of good seedlings, frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple.

(End of this chapter)