Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

Lan Ba ​​Academy!

As night falls, the moonlight turns to frost!

The master stood quietly in front of the window, neither talking nor sitting, silently looking into the distance.

On the stiff face, a pair of dark eyes showed both joy and sadness.

Happily, the first day's tactical drill went much smoother than he expected.

Without Yang Pojun's troubles, the others were much more obedient, and none of them raised any objections to letting Tang San arrange the tactics.

Sure enough, Yang Pojun was the stumbling block blocking his dream.

People like Yang Pojun, in the eyes of the master, are outrageous.

Tang San was the most talented child he had ever seen, but compared to him, it could only be described as mediocre.

Fortunately, the annoying person is gone!

Now, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner according to his plan. The master can almost predict that after this soul master competition, Tang San will shine in Jiuzhou and leave a mark in the history of Douluo Continent, and he will also It will go down in history together.

These derogatory terms such as "a waste of time" and "waste" will disappear, and you will become a true master that everyone respects.

When he thought of this, the master couldn't help but tremble.

I feel sad because, although I will win the respect of everyone, I will lose Liu Erlong forever...

He won the kingdom but lost to her. Inexplicably, the look in the master's eyes became much darker.

However, what made him feel relieved was that Tang San did not let him down!

Originally, he thought that Xiao Wu's departure would make Tang San depressed, and he also prepared words of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Tang San's performance exceeded his expectations.

Although there was still a little bit of disappointment in his eyes, his whole person was full of fighting spirit.

Especially today's performance, without Yang Pojun, Tang San proved his strength and wisdom with actual actions.

This is what the master admires about him. Compared with others, Tang San is outstanding in terms of talent and talent. What's even more rare is that he is very scheming and can show no emotion or anger. He can do this. , the future is promising.

Looking towards the distant horizon, the master can't wait to start the journey of the Soul Master Competition tomorrow.

He wanted to prove to Liu Erlong, to Bibi Dong, and to everyone that although he was an absolute waste in cultivation, his wisdom exceeded everyone else.

"Bang...bang...bang..." Just as the master was immersed in his fantasy, there was a sudden knock on the door in the silent room.

The master frowned. Who would come looking for him in the middle of the night?

Tang San?

The master's mind moved and he made a guess.

"Come in!" A knowing smile appeared on the stiff face.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a man in a black cloak walked in.

Not Tang San?

The master was stunned for a moment, and became alert for no reason. His eyes subconsciously shot out sharp light, and his soul power instantly spread throughout his body.

However, as the visitor lifted up his cloak, the master's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his stiff face showed strong emotional fluctuations, which were both surprising and incredible.

"Long time no see, Master!" A low and hoarse voice sounded, with no expression on Tang Hao's face full of vicissitudes of life.

Gu Sheng</span> "Hao...Haotian Douluo..." The master's lips trembled slightly and he swallowed, his tone full of uncertainty.

"It's me!" Tang Hao nodded: "You have worked hard these years. It is his blessing that Xiaosan can be by your side."

"No...it's not hard. This is what I should do. The mistress is very sensible!" His cheeks twitched involuntarily, and the master was slightly nervous.

"It's up to his mother to be considerate and gentle!" Tang Hao showed a different emotion for the first time, and his face softened a lot when he mentioned Tang San's mother.

"He finally knew my identity!" Tang Hao sighed, his eyes a little dull.

"I didn't want to tell him so early, but someone guessed your identity from his Clear Sky Hammer." With a wry smile, the master shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, just know it if you know it. He will know this sooner or later!" Tang Hao nodded indifferently. The moment he watched Tang San enter the Force Clan that day, he realized that his identity could no longer be concealed. .

"You...are you here to pick him up?" When he asked this question, the master's heart was beating fast, his pupils focused almost instantly, and he stared at Tang Hao without blinking.

Waving his hand, Tang Hao returned to his cold expression, "No, I still have some things to do. He should stay with you to practice. I can rest assured that I will leave the mistress to you."

"Huh——" He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The master was really afraid that Tang Hao would take Tang San away. If Tang San left, what if Lanba Academy won the Soul Master Competition in the end?

Without Tang San, who would prove the correctness of his theory?

Feeling slightly relaxed, the master spoke for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Then when you come here this time, is there anything you want me to tell my mistress?"

"No!" Tang Hao's cloudy eyes suddenly shot out a soul-stirring cold light. The master was subconsciously stirred and took two steps back. How could Tang Hao's titled Douluo's aura be compared to the master's small but big soul? The teacher can resist.

"I remember that there was a little girl who was always following Mistress. Where has she gone?" Tang Hao's voice was slightly anxious, and his eyes were fixed on the master.

"Xiao...Xiao Wu...are you talking about...Xiao Wu?" The master's voice was trembling. Although he knew that Tang Hao would not hurt him, the master was under the pressure of Tang Hao's powerful momentum. , still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This is not a matter of fear or fear, the aura of the titled Douluo is really too ferocious.

"That's right, I searched around the academy, but I didn't find her presence!" Tang Hao's face became solemn, and his tone became sharp.

"She...she's gone..." For some reason, the master felt the numbness in his tailbone all the way to Tianling Gai.

After saying that, the master suddenly noticed that Tang Hao's face had violent mood swings, which seemed to be shock and anxiety.

"Leaved?" Staring at the master, Tang Hao's eyes were sharp: "Where have you gone? When did you leave?"

Taking a deep breath, the master didn't know why Tang Hao was so excited, but he still answered truthfully: "I heard he went home. He just left this morning!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His pupils were slightly dilated, his brows were furrowed, his face was dull, and he murmured to himself: "Go home...go home..."

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu will be fine. The dean of the college, Liu Erlong, personally sent her away." A slight cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The master thought that Tang Hao was worried about Xiao Wu's safety, so he comforted her thoughtfully.

"Did the dean of Lanba College personally send her home?" He frowned, and a thick murderous aura and hostility suddenly released from Tang Hao's body.

The extremely oppressive murderous aura made the master almost out of breath, and he said hurriedly: "Really, don't worry, Liu Erlong has the strength of Contra, Xiao Wu will not make any mistakes!"

Grandmaster heard Flanders accidentally mention Liu Erlong's strength. When he said that Liu Erlong had been promoted to the Contra realm, Flanders sighed for a long time.

After finishing speaking, the master subconsciously looked at Tang Hao, only to see Tang Hao's face was ferocious and his whole body started to convulse.

His face suddenly darkened, as cold as ice, and as his brows furrowed, Tang Hao's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Are you sure that Liu Erlong is in the Contra realm?"

"It's absolutely true!" The master nodded vigorously.

"boom--"

The master felt his eyes blurred. As the door opened, Tang Hao disappeared in front of his eyes like a black shadow!

"Huh..." Like a drowning person, the master looked pale and held on to the window frame next to him, breathing heavily.