Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

The visitor was the old man in scorpion robes. His expression when he looked at Tang San was still a spring-like smile. Despite his gloomy temperament, just based on his appearance, although his face was a bit old, I believe he still captured a group of young girls. heart.

But in Tang San's eyes at this time, these were no more than devil's smiles. Memories rushed in instantly, and he subconsciously moved towards his neck.

Finding that everything was intact as before, his pupils shrank in surprise. He clearly remembered that before he fell into coma, the old man had crushed his neck bones. This would have killed an ordinary person, but now he can only produce pain when he moves. Apart from the bursts of severe pain, everything else seemed to be intact.

At this time, the old man came to Tang San, reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him off the bed like a chicken.

This time he didn't use as much force as last time. Although Tang San's face was red at this moment, he could still speak clearly.

"Huh, old man, if you have the guts, please give me a treat. Since you can save my life until now, you must beg me for help. Do you think this is an attitude of begging for help?"

Hearing Tang San's mocking roar, the old man laughed instead of getting angry this time. He looked at the broken corpses and blood on the ground, and then he licked his lips evilly and said slowly.

"Sure enough, I did not misjudge the person. Tang San, Tang San, you did not disappoint me."

"Who are you and why do you know my name?"

Of course Tang San ignored the old man's praise, but the moment he called out his name, a wave of fear arose in his heart again.

This time, the old man responded to his question. As soon as he loosened his grip, Tang San immediately fell down on the bed and coughed violently. Then, the old man spoke.

"My name is Zhao Qian, Wuhun Jade King Scorpion."

As he spoke, a powerful wave of soul power erupted all over his body. Immediately afterwards, nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black slowly rose from his feet, and the martial soul pattern symbolizing the Jade King Scorpion appeared. behind his back.

In an instant, the whole room was like falling into an ice cave. The biting cold caused the blood on the ground to freeze with the broken corpses into black blood clots in just one breath. At this moment, Tang San stared blankly at what was happening in front of him. A hidden light emanated from him. There was a flash in his eyes.

After flexing his muscles, Zhao Qian slowly dispersed his soul power. He stepped on the frozen ground to the bedside and looked at Tang San with a smile.

"I have been following you for a long time, and I know what happened to you. If you want revenge, I can help you."

Seeing the other party go straight to the point so directly, Tang San opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he still chose to close it, and his eyes changed from the previous shock to calmness. This was the expression he would show when he was thinking about a problem.

Zhao Qian also stood patiently and waited. He was determined to win the young man in front of him because he really couldn't think of a reason for his refusal.

The room fell into silence. Time passed by and the ice on the ground began to melt.

After a while, Tang San slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Qian.

"How many titled Douluo do you have?"

"Well, there are only two at the moment. Contra has eight, and Soul Saint has about seventy or eighty."

Hearing this lineup, Tang San's pupils dilated slightly. This was far beyond his expectation. He didn't expect that besides the Shangsan Sect, other forces could have such a lineup.

"You want me to join you, why."

"Of course I am interested in your potential. You are born with dual martial souls and full of innate soul power. This kind of talent is unique in the entire continent. If it weren't for the irreconcilable conflict between your father and the Wuhun Palace, I believe they would have spared no effort. They will try to recruit you into their service, but."

"But what."

"Now you are a loser. Even if you go to Haotian Sect, the senior officials may not be willing to accept you as a hot potato. After all, Tang Xiao alone has the final say in Haotian Sect. If they choose to continue to tolerate it, the entire Haotian Sect will be destroyed." The mainland has been surrendered to the Wuhun Palace, and I believe that the one from the Pope Palace is also enjoying it. As for you, then you will really have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth."

Zhao Qian's tone was full of ridicule, but what he said was the real reality.

After all, this is just a conflict between his father and Wuhun Palace, and Tang Hao was expelled from the Haotian Sect more than ten years ago. Even if his uncle Tang Xiao wants to save him, he must carefully consider the situation at this time. After all, it was the Spirit Hall that razed Tianlan Mountain to the ground in just one night.

He is not only Tang Hao's brother, but also the head of a sect of the Haotian Sect. On such matters that may affect the survival of the sect, the decision he makes must be reached after repeated weighing and discussion with the elders. result.

Tang San fell into deep thought again, and Zhao Qian didn't show the slightest impatience, still waiting quietly and leisurely.

"Do you have a way to win over the Haotian Sect?"

When Tang San asked this question, Zhao Qian's eyes lit up, he laughed up to the sky and looked at him with admiration.

"Not bad, not bad. He is both smart and brave, and extremely talented. I really didn't misjudge him."

"Yes or no."

Tang San still ignored him. He looked directly at Zhao Qian, his eyes filled with the flames of revenge. He knew clearly that Zhao Qian must have other plans for him, and judging from the experiences of the people in the room, he was definitely not a good man or woman. But now he can only choose to dance with wolves, which may be his only and last chance.

This time Zhao Qian was still not angry. He nodded with a smile and then said slowly.

"Of course, but this requires your cooperation."

"Well, I'm fine."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the space ring in Zhao Qian's hand flashed with yellow light, and a piece of leather paper exuding an ancient charm appeared in his hand.

"Look at the terms above. If there are no problems, just sign."

Tang San took the paper and recognized it at a glance as a martial spirit contract. Although there were not many terms on it, if you read it carefully, you would see that there were restrictions everywhere.

It can be said that once this contract is signed, Tang San will be completely tied to Zhao Qian and the forces behind him.

After reading it, Tang San gritted his teeth, and then a drop of blood came out from the tips of his two fingers and dripped on the leather paper.

In an instant, the blood turned into two martial soul patterns, Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer, on the leather paper. Then a fierce light flashed, and the leather paper instantly shattered, turning into dots of light and slowly dissipating in the air.

Zhao Qian looked at Tang San with satisfaction, a dark light quickly flashed in his eyes. Tang San also raised his head to look at him, his eyes flickering as if he was brewing something.

"Hahaha, in that case, I wish us a happy cooperation in the future."

Saying that, Zhao Qian stretched out a hand cheerfully and looked at Tang San with a smile on his face.The young man was silent for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and shook it slowly.

"Let's go to Haotian Sect!"