Tang San of Douluo suspects that I am his father

"Sorry, teacher, it's about your sadness." Tang San looked apologetic, and his expression just now was obviously noticed by Yu Xiaogang.

Let's not talk about whether Yu Xiaogang has a future. If he destroys his impression in the teacher's mind now, he will definitely be the one without a future.

Even if he can't break through to level [-], it's still no problem to crush him to death, a little kid who hasn't yet received his first soul ring.

Yu Xiaogang is also much more generous than Tang San imagined. After coming here for so many years, he has long been accustomed to cynicism and strange looks, not to mention that Tang San still didn't mean it.

"It's nothing, I've long been used to it.

Come on, let me introduce it to you. The reason why it is called Sanpao is because its cry is a Luoluo sound, and it can only attack three times. Isn’t this name very suitable, haha! "

Although Yu Xiaogang laughed very loudly, Tang San could hear the sadness and self-deprecation in his words.

To be honest, Yu Xiaogang's reaction at this moment resonated with him a little. As a genius of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he was actually looked down upon by others, so he did this kind of thing of stealing secret books. He learned from Yu Xiaogang In his laughter, I felt the same bitterness of a frustrated person.

"Three shots, head forward to clear the way!"

"Hello."

This tacit cooperation between one person and one soul beast was very sad in Tang San's eyes, but what can a lonely and frustrated person do except not care? The prejudice in people's hearts is like a big mountain, which can make people breathless.

Yu Xiaogang's soul ring shimmered like a large nightclub lightbulb, leading Tang San and following Luo Sanpao deep into the Soul Hunting Forest.

Although this bulb only has two colors, it seems a bit monotonous.

"Sanpao's sense of smell is very sensitive, and because of the mutated soul power, it consumes very little. Later, after we find a suitable soul beast, he will take action to seriously injure him, and then you will do the finishing blow, and use this to complete the final blow. .”

Yu Xiaogang obviously discovered that Tang San had nothing to offer. If he didn't provide weapons, he would have to see if his fists could kill the seriously injured spirit beast. He couldn't expect the blue silver grass to kill the spirit beast.

Although this dagger is gorgeous, it is just gorgeous. It is not a magic weapon. He himself cannot have a magic weapon, so he just gave it to him without feeling any distress at all.

The two of them and one beast moved forward. Yu Xiaogang was indeed a qualified teacher, and he took the initiative to explain various information about the soul beasts he encountered along the way.

And Tang San was also a diligent and studious student. He was not satisfied with all kinds of soul beast information, and took the initiative to ask about the corresponding strength levels of the soul rings.

One was eager to learn, the other was easy to teach, and the other listened with gusto from a distance. Both Tang San and Wang Er benefited a lot, although Wang Er listened to it as a short story, just like watching a wilderness survival program.

Anyway, Yu Xiaogang did not take the initiative to attack the soul beasts along the way, probably because Luo Sanpao only had three attack opportunities, but this style of wilderness survival would only last for three days and nine meals.

Luo Sanpao's three attack opportunities were not wasted along the way. This group of ten-year-old soul beasts did not have a strong desire to attack. If it weren't for Yu Xiaogang's interesting explanation, Wang Er would have almost fallen asleep.

Just like this, he was proceeding cautiously and without disturbing the river. Until it was getting late, Luo Sanpao didn't even find a chance to make a move.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the sky. Due to the special nature of the martial soul, except for those three attacks, he was just an ordinary person, so he was extra cautious. This trip to the soul hunting forest was similar to survival in the wilderness.

The first rule of wilderness survival is never to act haphazardly at night.

Night can affect people's vision and reaction ability, but wild beasts in the forest often forage at night. The enemy is strong and we are weak, so we should not force them to our door.

As a professional wilderness survival master, Yu Xiaogang naturally had more than just such a little experience. After choosing the campsite, he took out a large glass bottle and handed it to Tang San.

"Spread it around, remember to spread it evenly. It's a matter of safety, so don't be careless."

Yu Xiaogang said it seriously. As a descendant of the Tang Sect, Tang San was naturally very proficient in medicine. He confirmed the effect of this medicine just by smelling it.

It was nothing more than realgar powder to repel snakes, insects and mosquitoes. Although he didn't take it seriously, Yu Xiaogang was still teaching him the knowledge of survival in the wild while he was spreading it, which moved him a little.

But while I was moved, I couldn't help but have a disrespectful thought in my heart.

There is probably no serious soul master who needs this kind of knowledge. After all, weird martial souls like Luo Sanpao should still be rare.

Whether someone else's martial spirit is strong or not is one thing, but the endurance is definitely not as good as Luo Sanpao's.

Tang San's own Blue Silver Grass was famous for its low consumption and strong endurance.

Although he said this, Tang San still cooperated with Yu Xiaogang's teachings. After all, it was useful or not, and his true feelings were true.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the forest has returned to its original appearance, but the silence is mixed with the low roars of various snakes, insects and wild beasts.

Yu Xiaogang said that some powerful soul beasts like flames, so there is no warm fire or cozy dinner.

The surroundings were dark, and the two of them took out dry food and casually prepared their dinner.

It was completely different from the lively scene at Wang Er's side.

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's explanation of wilderness survival also aroused Wang Er's interest in experiencing life. At this moment, he also entered the soul hunting forest.

But unlike Tang San and Yu Xiaogang who were cautious and aloof, he not only lit a fire, but also caught a rabbit-shaped soul beast, skinned it and sprinkled it with cumin before preparing dinner.

The warmth brought by the fire, as well as the aroma of roasted rabbit meat and cumin, attracted the powerful beings in the soul-hunting forest.

Wang Er didn't mind the comparison. He was not a three-second man like Yu Xiaogang. He could only fire three rounds. Even with the Ama Iron Drawing, which consumes a lot of money, he could fire it all night long.

No, just now, two soul beasts who were overwhelmed by desire rushed towards them, and were burned into charcoal by the Amaterasu released by Wang Erwankatong Sharingan in mid-air.

Being cautious only applies to the weak. The strong have to be domineering, otherwise there is no point in becoming stronger.

If you can't show your holiness in front of others and enjoy life after training so hard, then it's not worthwhile to endure all the hardships before.

Wang Er's roast rabbit hadn't even reached the heat yet, but over there Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had already finished nibbling on the cold, hard dry food, and were leaning against the tree and chatting.

Yu Xiaogang's experience made him cautious, and he paid enough attention to Tang San as a disciple, so he compared the knowledge given to Tang San over and over again during the day, for fear that he would not remember it.

Tang San was moved, but also a little impatient. After answering the question, Yu Xiaogang suddenly changed the subject.

"Xiaowei, do you know why I say that soul master training is most important when you are young?"

The low and hoarse voice carried some sad emotions. Although both Tang San and Wang Er guessed that the old boy was preparing to tell a story, neither of them had any wine on them.

Tang San could only shake his head in cooperation, expressing that he knew nothing.