Douluo's sapphire flow

After listening to Tang Yuehua's words, Liu Zixuan said: "Thank you... Come on, mistress, hurry up and finish your things so you can go back to Shrek Academy... In two days, it will be the time that Boss Dai and the others agreed to meet. ”

Tang San nodded and said: "Yes...it's been five years, I don't know how everyone is doing now..."

Tang Yuehua looked at Liu Zixuan and Tang San with a look of helplessness in his eyes, it was not so easy for Tang San to return to the Clear Sky School.

However, Tang Yuehua believed that Tang San would definitely be able to pass the test of the elders and return to the Haotian Sect. He pursed his lips and said, "Okay, you two... The sect leader has summoned all the elders and disciples of the Haotian Sect to come here." There is a discussion in the front yard, let’s go there too.”

Liu Zixuan and Tang San followed Tang Yuehua to the front yard of the Clear Sky School, where more than 150 disciples of the Clear Sky School dressed in gray had already gathered.

Most of the people were standing around the courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, Tang Xiao, the patriarch of the Clear Sky School, stood there with five gray-haired old men.

These five old men all looked to be over 80 years old, but their hale and hearty faces did not show that they were old people at all.

One of the old men was talking to Tang Xiao with a serious expression. Tang Yuehua said in a low voice, "Except for those who are out shopping and doing business, the direct descendants of the sect are basically here."

"Have you seen the five old people in the center? They are the first generation elders in the sect... Sometimes the sect leader has to give them a few points. If they are my uncles in terms of seniority... .”

Tang Yuehua's status in the Haotian School was very high when she walked into the front yard, and the disciples of the Haotian School very consciously made way for her.

Liu Zixuan and Tang San followed Tang Yuehua into the courtyard, and the disciples of the surrounding Clear Sky School immediately communicated with each other in low voices as soon as they saw Liu Zixuan and Tang San.

"Tang Hao's trash, get out of Haotian Sect quickly... You don't deserve to be here," a sentence suddenly came from the crowd at this time.

Then the whole front yard fell silent, nearly two hundred pairs of eyes looked at Liu Zixuan and Tang San at the same time.

"It's that trash talking nonsense," Liu Zixuan asked lightly, looking towards the direction where the words came from.

But everyone present heard Liu Zixuan's words very clearly. Liu Zixuan's eyes were fixed on a disciple of the Haotian Sect who was about 28 years old and said: "Did you say that... rubbish?"

The Haotian Sect disciple's eyes flashed with cruelty and said: "Then what does this mean..." "Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you... I just want to say that everyone present It’s garbage.”

After meeting this disciple's fierce eyes, Liu Zixuan hurriedly pretended to explain, but the words that came out of his mouth were like an [-]-magnitude earthquake shaking out of the minds of everyone present.

"Boy...you have the guts."

"Shameless words..."

"If you can, say it again..."

"beat him......."

In an instant, the front yard of the Haotian School exploded like a drop of water dripping from hot oil, and the young Haotian School disciples all looked at Liu Zixuan furiously.

The tall and thin elder standing next to Tang Xiao glared and said angrily: "Boy...you really dare to say that."

Liu Zixuan chuckled lightly and said: "Even a trash with less than fifty-level soul power dares to call others trash. There seems to be nothing wrong with me saying this..."

"Besides... people who have been pointed at and called trash and don't dare to prove it are not trash."

Tang Yuehua turned his head and looked at Liu Zixuan and said, "Hey... your stick has knocked down everyone here. Isn't it a bit too much?"

Liu Zixuan would not admit that he said something wrong in public. He snorted and said, "Didn't I say it...a soul master who doesn't even have level [-] soul power is trash?"

At this moment, Tang Yuehua really felt speechless. Tang Xiao couldn't help but said: "I am a titled Douluo..."

"Tiled Douluo... Tang Hao's 44-year-old Titled Douluo is all rubbish. How do you think you are considered rubbish?"

Tang Xiao really didn't expect Liu Zixuan to throw the pot back, and cast a vague glance at Tang Yuehua, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The tall and thin elder just now said again: "You sharp-tongued boy...I want to see what you are capable of saying nonsense here."

"Tang Hu... let him see the strength of our Haotian Sect and see who is the trash..."

A 1.9-meter-tall strong man with bulging muscles all over his body walked out of the crowd and said, "It's...the seventh elder."

After the Haotianzong disciple named Tang Hu came out, the Haotianzong disciples standing around all retreated intentionally.

An open space with a radius of 100 meters was reserved for Liu Zixuan and Tang Hu, and Tang Yuehua and Tang San also retreated to the side.

Looking at Tang Hu and Liu Zixuan, he didn't see any angry look on his face. People who can control their emotions are very scary.

In this regard, Tang Long is far inferior to Tang Hu. I really don't know how Tang Long's chief disciple got it.

Tang Hu walked to a position 20 meters in front of Liu Zixuan and stood still: "Tang Hu...Martial Spirit Clear Sky Hammer, Level 64 Attack System Battle Soul Emperor...please give me your advice."

While talking about Tang Hu summoning his own Wuhun Clear Sky Hammer, six soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black, slowly appeared on the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

An incomparably tyrannical force gushed out from Tang Hu's body, hitting Liu Zixuan's body wave after wave like ocean waves.

Liu Zixuan stood on the spot with a calm look, as if he didn't feel Tang Hu's pressure at all.

"Liu Zixuan...Martial Soul Jade Liuqin, level 65 long-range attack weapon Soul Emperor...please."

While saying that Liu Zixuan also summoned his own martial spirit Qingyu Liuqi, at the same time six spirit rings, one golden, two purple and three black, emerged from the soles of his feet.

Except for Tang San who looked at Liu Zixuan without changing his face, the others including Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua, and the elders of Haotianzong all stared at the rhythmic soul ring under Liu Zixuan's feet with wide eyes.

The seventh elder was stunned and said loudly: "Boy...how old are you?" Everyone present looked at Liu Zixuan's cheek at the same time.

No matter how you look at it, it is absolutely impossible for Liu Zixuan to have a soul power of level 65. "In five months, I will be 21," Tang Yuehua said at this time.

"What...," this time there was an exclamation from the front yard of Haotian Sect.

An elder with long snow-white eyebrows said quietly: "The 20-year-old Soul Emperor...I admit that he is trash in front of you..."

Tang Yuehua said hurriedly: "Second uncle...you," Tang Yuehua's second uncle is naturally the second elder of Haotian Sect.

The second elder waved his hand to stop Tang Yuehua from talking anymore, and said: "Tang Hu... fight well, although the opponent's soul power is one level higher than yours... but your martial soul is Hao Sky Hammer.”

A series of cheering sounds immediately sounded around the front yard of the Haotian School, Liu Zixuan's heart trembled when he saw the Haotian Hammer in Tang Hu's hand.

This is recognized as the best attacking martial spirit in the world, and it is the Clear Sky Hammer with six spirit rings attached.

After the second elder finished speaking, Tang Hu said loudly: "Attention... Haotian Hammer messes with the cloak..."

Speaking of which, Tang Hao held his martial soul tightly with both hands, and put on a posture of performing the chaotic cloak and hammer method.

Liu Zixuan can be said to be very familiar with the chaotic cloaking wind hammer method. While receiving the sapphire Liuqin, he held his right hand empty, and a black long knife four feet five inches long, three inches two inches wide, and two inches one centimeter thick appeared in Liu Zixuan's hand.

Liu Zixuan held the ink stone knife habitually and made a movement of retracting the knife into its sheath. He held the ink stone knife with his left hand and lifted it in his hand.

Then his left foot touched the ground slightly and he was immediately in front of Tang Hu. Tang San hurriedly said: "Keep someone under the knife..."

Most of the people present just saw a black sword glow flashing in front of Tang Hu, and then Tang Hu's tall and burly body flew out backwards.

Before Tang Hu's body fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood mist, and then fell heavily on the ground and slid four or five meters away before stopping.

Only people with soul power above level [-] can clearly see how Liu Zixuan defeated Tang Hu. Liu Zixuan turned his head and looked at Tang San and said displeasedly: "You think I am you..."

“Daddy…Daddy….”

Suddenly there was a girl crying like a lark in the courtyard, and two women in gray dresses, one big and one small, hurried towards Tang Hu.

Although Liu Zixuan only used [-]% of his strength to swing the ink stone knife, it was enough to make Tang Hu lie on the bed for several days.

The little girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old. Tears rolled in her big watery eyes. Tears the size of soybeans kept sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls.

After looking at Tang Hu who had fainted, she turned around and ran to Liu Zixuan. While beating Liu Zixuan's thigh with her little fist, she cried: "Bad uncle, bad uncle... Anyone who beats dad is a bad uncle." ….”

Liu Zixuan had never encountered such an embarrassing thing in his two lifetimes, so Tang San reminded him: "Treat him quickly..."

Tang Yuehua also hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the little Loli next to Liu Zixuan away: "Don't cry, don't cry... Tiantian won't cry anymore," the little Loli named Tiantian cried and said, "Second aunt... ….The bad uncle beat my dad….”

Liu Zixuan sat down cross-legged and summoned the Qingyu Liuqin again, a golden soul ring emerged from under his body, and when he plucked the strings, a burst of pleasant and comforting piano music rang out over the front yard of Haotianzong.

The crying little loli also stopped the crying, and Tang Hu, who was in a coma, felt the burning pain in the first place in his body, and the burning feeling gradually disappeared after hearing this pleasant and soothing piano music.

Then came a cold and comfortable feeling, and then opened his eyes to see that he was really lying in his wife's arms.

Liu Zixuan played the three plum blossoms for 10 minutes before he stopped playing. The disciples and elders of Haotian School also listened to the piano music for 10 minutes quietly.

When Liu Zixuan stopped playing the piano, there was a wave of soul power on Tang Hu's body, and then his soul power broke through to level 65 under the watchful eyes of everyone.

At this time, not only Liu Zixuan felt embarrassed, but Tang Hu also felt embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.