Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants

Father, what's wrong with you? Tang San asked with a puzzled expression.

He glanced at Tang Hao, he had eaten well just now, but his father's face suddenly became very ugly, as if he had been greened by someone.

It's okay, eat yours. Tang Hao responded bluntly, there were some things he didn't want to say, and there was no way to say them.

This is the first time Tang San saw that his father's face was so ugly, he thought to himself: Could it be that the food tastes bad? Is it because I put too much salt? Or is the food burnt?

Just when he was confused, the door was directly pushed open by Dongqing.

Little three!

Xiaoqing!

Although the two hadn't seen each other for six years, they still recognized each other at first glance.

This is not to say that the two of them have a good relationship, it's simply because Tang San regards Dong Qing as his biggest opponent in life, and always wants to truly defeat him once.

After all, his previous challenges were regrettably lost every time.

At this time, Dong Qing took a few steps forward, and he lightly patted Tang San's shoulder, but even so, the latter almost fell to his knees with a slap.

Six years have passed, and your strength is still so great! Tang San hastily reached out and rubbed his shoulders, just now he felt that his shoulder blades were almost broken apart by a slap.

Six years have passed, your body is still not good! Dong Qing shook his head and said, after the previous slap, he had already sensed Tang San's spirit power level, no more, no less, exactly thirty.

It seems that because of his time travel, the butterfly effect has appeared, and the plot has undergone slight changes. Tang San's current level of spirit power is also different from what he imagined.

I'm not physically fit? Stop talking nonsense, how many people in the world can compare with you little monster in terms of physical strength. Tang San retorted.

Over the years, he followed Yu Xiaogang and learned a lot about soul masters. Naturally, he knew that the stronger the body of the soul master, the stronger the lifespan of the soul ring he could absorb.

Little monster? Little San, are you envious of me? Dong Qing put his arms around Tang San's neck. The latter wanted to struggle, but he was not strong enough, so he could only be locked tightly by his neck.

Ghosts envy you. Now I am also a soul master. I believe that one day, I will surpass you, Xiaoqing. Just wait! Tang San vowed.

Although the location of Notting City is relatively remote, it is not impossible to receive information from the outside world. Of course, he knows that Dong Qing is the Holy Son of the Wuhun Temple, a genius who has reached the fortieth level of the Soul Sect at the age of twelve.

And he himself has been working hard to cultivate his soul power these years, trying to catch up with Dongqing's footsteps, but even so, he has just reached level 30 soul power so far.

Catch up? Xiaosan remember, the enemy who is defeated by me will never be regarded as an opponent by me. I will give you time to catch up until you can't see it in the distance! Dong Qing said with a slightly sad tone.

He is not Shi Hao, nor Huangtian Emperor.

But he is a pure-blooded creature with the pure blood of the ten fierce celestial horned ants. He is born to be supreme, and he is destined not to be an existence that ordinary people like Tang San can catch up with.

What is Douluo Dalu? In the future, he is destined to set foot on the heavens and worlds, step into the endless sea of ​​stars, to find his true destination.

Xiaoqing, I have to say, what you said is so pretentious! Tang San complained, this is the first time he has met such a person who can pretend! For a moment, I didn't know how to refute this sentence.

Pretend what? I'm telling the truth, come here, little San, I'll introduce you to someone, someone you absolutely want to meet! Dong Qing didn't let go of Tang San's neck. Drag him to move sideways.

Don't push so hard, your neck will break!

Tang San struggled feebly, he no longer had the strength to resist.

As for hands?

Now he has just reached the thirtyth level of soul power, and he hasn't even had time to obtain the soul ring.

Tang San didn't want to challenge a fortieth-level soul sect, this was a full ten-level difference in spirit power, and with a normal mind, he didn't want to die.

If you don't want me to use force, don't resist! Dong Qing responded casually.

how to say?

There is no absolute hatred between him and Tang San, but because of his mother, Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, Dong Qing thinks that they can still be friends.

Because the only hatred between them is nothing more than Tang Hao's soul bone being ripped off, but that's what he asked for, and he can't blame others at all.

In fact, it is simply: Your mother is so beautiful, you are a friend, I am committed!

Speaking of it, there is another sentence that is very classic! I call you brother, you call me.

Of course, Dongqing is definitely not a soft-hearted person, if something cannot be done, he will not force it, the worst is to send Tang San's family to the west by himself.

Ami tofu, my Buddha is merciful!

After all, no matter what, the prudent Dongqing would never make fun of his own safety, nor would he lose his mind because of a woman.

Things like women, as long as you are strong enough, they will naturally rush over like moths to a flame.

At this time, the other side.

A Yin!

Hao!

The two of them looked a little embarrassed, they just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Because of the previous incident, Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin felt a little pimple in her heart. She wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask, for fear that this question would completely break the relationship between the two of them.

Tang Hao also remained silent and didn't want to speak. He felt that the current Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin had changed, and she was no longer the simple, kind and easy-to-deceive woman before.

Just when the two of them were silent, Dong Qing locked Tang San's neck tightly with his arms, and directly dragged him from the side.

Little San, do you know who she is? Dong Qing pointed to the Blue Silver Emperor A Yin and asked.

heard the words.

The Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin immediately looked at Tang San expectantly, she hoped that he could recognize her true identity at a glance.

It's a pity that there are so many tacit understandings in the world!

This is not writing a novel. In the real world, if you don't know the real identity of the other party in advance, there is no such thing as instant recognition.

Tang San looked at the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, thought for a while and said: She? Xiaoqing, who else could she be, isn't she just your old man.

Before the words were finished, an incomparably terrifying murderous aura descended instantly, the substantive murderous aura, like a cold blade, made Tang San swallow back the word [po] behind it.

Father, what's wrong with you? Tang San was a little puzzled, he didn't understand why Tang Hao suddenly got angry and released such a powerful murderous aura.

Could it be that the woman in front of me has an unclear relationship with her father? It's really going to be like this! Why did the two of them just stand there without talking?

After Tang Hao took a deep look at Dongqing, he said quietly, Little San, her name is Ayin, and she is your mother.

If it wasn't for the entire Notting City, which has been under the spiritual surveillance of a ninety-three-level Titled Douluo, even if he didn't dare to kill Dong Qing, he would be beaten to death now.

As soon as this remark came out.

The pupils in Tang San's eyes dilated several times in an instant, and he looked at the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin with disbelief.

Mother?

Little three!

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin burst into tears.