Douluo's first sword

"Senior, hello, I am Tang Er, a direct disciple of the Haotian Sect!"

Fang Xuan stood in front of Tang Chen respectfully with a smile on his face, bowing to Tang Chen like a junior.

"???"

Tang San and Hu Liena stared at each other with wide eyes. They both saw deep doubts in each other's eyes. What is this guy doing? !

"Tang Er? Your surname is Tang? Are you really a disciple of the Haotian Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's body perked up, his eyes turned red, he grabbed Fang Xuan's shoulders with some excitement, and asked the latter several questions in succession, looking so eager.

"Look...this big black hammer is not the Clear Sky Hammer, so what is it?"

Fang Xuan smiled slightly, spread out his right hand, and a black Haotian Hammer rose from the palm of his hand. Although it was not as big as Tang Chen's hammer, it was still heavy.

"The Clear Sky Hammer, it's really the Clear Sky Hammer, you are really my disciple of the Clear Sky Sect! Okay! Okay! Okay!" Tang Hao was ecstatic in his heart, patting Fang Xuan's shoulder as hard as he could and laughing heartily.

Who would have thought that he would meet a disciple of the Haotian Sect just after he woke up. This was such a coincidence. He had been trapped in the Killing City for who knows how many years. He was very worried about the safety of his family and quickly asked Fang Xuan: " Tang Er, tell me quickly, how is the Haotian Sect, is everyone okay? Hao'er and Xiao'er have grown up, right?"

"Haotian Sect... Alas, the Haotian Sect has been destroyed. Thousands of clan members have been slaughtered. Today, I am the only one left in the Haotian Sect!"

Fang Xuan shook his head, with a sad face, beating his chest and feet, looking extremely sad.

On the side, Tang San and Hu Liena were stunned as they listened to Fang Xuan's serious nonsense. When they heard Fang Xuan say that the Haotian Sect had been destroyed, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Fang Xuan, you bastard, what are you talking about..."

Tang San was angry and his eyes were as big as bells. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Fang Xuan, preparing for a face-to-face confrontation to expose this guy's conspiracy.

But before Tang San could speak, Fang Xuan interrupted him.

"Hey! Shut up, you thief of the Spirit Hall, you have no right to speak here!" Fang Xuan pointed at Tang San's nose and cursed.

Tang San:"……"

Hu Liena: "..."

"What does this have to do with our Spirit Hall? I didn't say a word. How come our Spirit Hall is such a thief?!" Hu Liena was speechless for a while.

"So, when did I become a member of the Spirit Hall? Huh?" Tang San rolled his eyes in anger.

"Stop quibbling, I have already seen through your true identity, the son of the contemporary Pope of Wuhun Palace - Bibi San!" Fang Xuan shouted immediately, making Tang San's brain buzz.

Bibi three...

Fang Xuan, you are so awesome!

Tang San went crazy for a while.

Hu Liena watched quietly from the side without saying a word, so as not to be bitten by Fang Xuan, the evil wolf.

"What? Haotian Sect...Haotian Sect has been destroyed? How could this happen!"

Tang Chen was shocked and grief-stricken. He grabbed Fang Xuan's shoulders with both hands and asked quickly: "Then... what about Hao'er? Is Tang Hao still alive?!"

Among the many descendants of the Haotian Sect, his grandson Tang Hao was the most talented, so he didn't even care about his own son and asked Fang Xuan about Tang Hao's situation first.

"Dead, all dead, not even the ashes and dregs are left!"

Fang Xuan looked serious and said categorically: "Now, I am the only one left in the Haotian Sect! The only seedling! The last hope of the entire sect!"

Tang Chen's eyes were red, his face was filled with sadness, and he gradually fell silent. He couldn't accept the news of the destruction of Haotian Sect for a while.

"Great-grandfather, I can't support myself alone. It's impossible to revitalize the Haotian Sect. So...if you have any treasures or inheritances, feel free to leave them to me!" Fang Xuan said righteously.

"Uh...huh?" Tang Chen was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Er strangely.

"It turns out that this is his purpose..."

The corners of Tang San and Hu Liena's mouths twitched slightly. Looking at Fang Xuan, whose face was full of desire and who was holding his hands to ask for the treasure from Tang Chen, they couldn't help but sigh. There was really nothing they could do against this guy.

From the moment they met this guy, they knew Fang Xuan's nature clearly. This guy was so greedy that he couldn't move his legs as soon as he saw the treasure. This was because he was interested in Tang Chen's status as a demigod and wanted to use it from now on. Get something good from the person.

Looking at Fang Xuan's hands stretched out in front of him, Tang Chen fell into silence for a while. After hesitating for a while, he reached into his arms and put a small golden hammer into Fang Xuan's hand.

This small golden hammer is inlaid with a black gemstone at both ends. The body of the hammer sparkles like a bright star and looks extremely delicate.

"My child, this is the inheritance token of our Haotian Sect. From now on, you will be the new leader of the Haotian Sect!"

"???"

Who wants your Haotian Sect's broken token? Give me the Shura Demon Sword!

Fang Xuan scratched his head and went crazy. His main purpose this time is to get the artifact Shura Demon Sword, a broken token of the Haotian Sect, which he really doesn't care about now.

"Great-grandfather, the Haotian Sect has been destroyed. What's the use of giving me this sect leader's token? Can you give me some practical treasures?!"

Fang Xuan glanced at the bloody demon sword in Tang Chen's hand, his eyes lit up, and he said with desire: "I want this Shura demon sword!"

"No!" Tang Chen shook his head.

"Forehead……"

Fang Xuan was extremely speechless, thinking that your life span is almost gone, why are you still so stingy? He asked with some confusion: "Why?"

"You already have that kind of artifact, you don't need the Shura Demonic Sword at all!"

Tang Chen took a serious look at Fang Xuan's demon sword Hongyu, with a deep fear in his eyes. He paused and explained: "Besides, this Shura Demon Sword can only be owned by those who have passed the Shura Divine Examination. There are no If you reach the eighth level or above, even if I give you this sword, you won't be able to use it, so... give up."

Aha?

Why can Tang San hang it on the wall, but I can't? !

Hearing Tang Chen's explanation, Fang Xuan felt extremely depressed. He changed his name and paid homage to his ancestors, but in the end, all his work was in vain. The Shura Demonic Sword never came.

So what does he need this broken hammer for? !

He angrily threw the golden hammer to Tang San and said angrily: "That's your great-grandson. You two go to reminisce about old times. I'm very angry now. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Fang Xuan felt very unhappy that he did not get the Holy Sword of Shura away as he wished, so he walked aside and sulked, not wanting to delay the recognition of the grandfather and grandson any longer.

Tang Chen: "..."

Tang San:"……"

Next to her, Hu Liena watched the farce quietly and couldn't help but sigh. She showed a burst of contempt for Fang Xuan: "Sure enough, no matter what time, Fang Xuan will always be a bastard..."