Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

"Tang San, Tang San."

Dai Yuan patted his shoulder and called softly.

Tang San felt waves of slaps coming from his body, and he looked to the side.

"Dai, Dai Yuan, you are back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San rolled his eyes and walked over.

Dai Yuan hugged his body. At this time, Xiao Wu's screams came to his ears.

"Little three!!!"

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of orange-red gauze over the college.

In the college's infirmary, Tang San woke up leisurely on the hospital bed.

Feeling that the scene in front of him became clearer little by little, Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang sitting next to him, who was looking at him with concern on his face.

"Old, teacher, where am I?" Tang San's voice was extremely hoarse, which made Yu Xiaogang feel distressed again.

For Tang San, he already regarded him as more than just his disciple. After Tang Hao left, he had unconsciously played the role of a father in Tang San's life.Therefore, when he learned about the situation, he came to visit him as soon as possible.

"Mistress, this is the infirmary. You have heatstroke."

"Xiao, where is Xiao Wu?" Tang San asked with red eyes.

Yu Xiaogang sighed softly when he saw this, and then he shouted towards the door.

"Come in, mistress is awake and wants to find you."

"Squeak."

The door suddenly opened, and Xiao Wu walked in softly with red eyes.

When Tang San saw this, he immediately wanted to get up, but his body's weakness made it difficult for him to move.

"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry." Tears dripped down Tang San's cheeks and fell on the pillow. He looked at the pretty girl in front of him, his eyes full of guilt.

Xiao Wu didn't say anything, but her eyes were filled with tears.

Yu Xiaogang sighed softly when he saw this, stood up and walked out of the house.

There was another slam of the door, and Xiao Wu and Tang San were the only two people left in the whole room.

"What happened at noon was because I was too impulsive. I'm really sorry."

Xiao Wu sat timidly on the chair, looking at the young man in front of her with piercing eyes, tears flowing out uncontrollably.

"Wuwu, you have never been like this, why are you doing this to me today, wuwu."

At this point, the girl was already bursting into tears. At this time, every cry she made was like a heavy hammer hitting Tang San.

For a moment, he felt that nothing he said would help, so he stretched out all his strength towards Xiao Wu's little hand.

Seeing the boy's behavior, the sad girl instinctively wanted to refuse at first, but in the end she moved her little hand and stretched out towards Tang San's.

Two hands as delicate as white jade met and intertwined in the air.

"Xiao Wu, forgive me, okay? I promise you, this is the last time."

The girl didn't answer, she slowly lowered her head, and then nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Tang San's face burst into a happy smile, and he moved his thumb lightly, groping the girl's skin.

The girl responded in kind, her grip tightening.

Outside the window, the moon has begun to climb overnight, and the cold moonlight begins to compete with the last sunset.

Two days later, everyone gathered at the martial arts training ground again.

Yu Xiaogang stood in front of everyone with a sullen face. The calm and intimidating look on his face made all the students dare not make any sound.

Then, he spoke slowly.

"I already know about the conflict that happened between you two days ago. It really disappoints me! Especially Tang San. A few words of ridicule from others made you do such a despicable behavior. As your teacher, I am really sorry. Shame on you!"

Yu Xiaogang's righteous and severe criticism made Tang San lower his head deeply in shame. No one else stepped forward to defend him. After all, it was he who was at fault in the first place.

Xiao Wu's face also looked a little ugly. Although Tang San had been by her side these past two days, the grudge in her heart did not disappear so quickly. When Yu Xiaogang opened the scar again, her eye circles began to turn faintly red again. .

Then, Yu Xiaogang changed the topic and looked at Ning Rongrong aside with an indifferent expression.

"I know your family is prominent, but this is not your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Flanders should have said similar things to you, so I won't go into details. I only want to say one thing to you, a soul master, if he doesn't have broad With such a broad mind, you will always be a frog in a well."

Yu Xiaogang's poisonous tongue skills are not inferior to Flanders at all.

Ning Rongrong was trembling all over, clenching her silver teeth and clutching a corner of her own with her little hands. She did not look directly at Yu Xiaogang, but Dai Yuan could see her ferocious face as she lowered her head.

"Why, are you dissatisfied?" Yu Xiaogang said softly.

But today, Ning Rongrong unexpectedly chose to remain silent, but her unwillingness was clear to everyone.

"Okay, since you have no objections, let's get down to business today."

"Due to your extremely poor performance in the past two days, I decided to punish you after discussing with the dean."

Then, he pulled away the leather cloth next to him.

Nine baskets of black stones were revealed, marked with the names of everyone present.

"This is black ink rock, which is ten times denser than granite. It can affect the movement of soul power in your body. Find your own bamboo baskets and carry them back and forth from the academy to Soto City ten times. I advise you not to use soul power, otherwise Do it at your own risk."

Everyone could not help but complain in their hearts at this time, among them Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San and Ning Rongrong with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Everyone came to the bamboo basket to look for labels with their names on them.

As auxiliary soul masters, Oscar and Ning Rongrong naturally had the fewest stones in their bamboo baskets. However, Ning Rongrong found that there were obviously more stones in her bamboo basket than Oscar's. In an instant, the pressure in her heart was overwhelming. The flames of anger burned brightly again.

However, under Yu Xiaogang's stern gaze, she still chose to swallow her anger and struggled to carry the bamboo basket on her body. Maybe she hadn't gotten used to it yet, but when she first carried it on her body, Ning Rongrong started to stagger a little. When Soul Power tried to stabilize her figure, she suddenly found that the bamboo basket on her body was getting heavier and heavier. Soul Power did not bring her any help at all. Instead, her body began to tremble crazily under the increasing pressure.

"Stop, stop and drive!"

Oscar quickly stepped forward to help the girl, but the moment he came into contact with Ning Rongrong, huge pressure was transmitted along her body to Oscar. For a moment, the two of them were as if they were stuck in a swamp, unable to move.

In the end, Dai Yuan stepped forward to relieve the situation, removed the bamboo basket from Ning Rongrong's back, and explained softly to the sweating two people.

"Ink stone can adjust the gravity in the area according to the user's soul power. The deeper the soul power, the stronger the increase in gravity. That's why the master does not allow the use of soul power."

Afterwards, Dai Yuan gave some additional explanations, and everyone nodded thoughtfully. However, Yu Xiaogang on the side always had a serious expression. He watched Dai Yuan telling everyone about some properties of ink stone, and then Looking at Tang San who lowered his head in silence, he slowly shook his head in disappointment.

"It's still too young."