[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

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Late at night, several carriages quietly drove into Tiandou City.

"...The four separate clans have joined the Tang Clan. From now on, we will be one. It would be inappropriate to refer to each other as clans. How about we simply change the titles and also arrange specific functions for the four elders. What major decisions will the Tang Clan make in the future? , it will be decided jointly by the elders and us."

Yang Wudi, who had been silent until now, looked at Tang San, who was in charge: "Sect Master, please be more specific."

Tang San nodded: "My plan is this. These three people around me are my life and death partners, and they will work with me and the elders to handle the future affairs of the Tang Sect."

"Let me introduce to you seniors: The person sitting next to me is Oscar, the level 61 food system soul master. He will be responsible for the logistics of the Tang Sect in the future."

Oscar stood up and saluted the four patriarchs and building leaders in front of him with a smile.

"Ning Rongrong is a sixty-first-level auxiliary weapon soul master. She is from the Qibao Glazed Sect. She is the only daughter of Senior Ning Fengzhi, the current leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and the future heir of the Qibao Glazed Sect. She joined our Tang Sect. In addition to being responsible for this In addition to the financial work of the sect, I also have the important responsibility of liaising with the Qibao Glazed Sect."

"Ma Hongjun, a fifty-eighth level attack type battle soul master. Wuhun Fire Phoenix. He is also slightly younger than me. He is the fourth among us Shrek Seven Monsters. For the time being, I have decided to let him be responsible for the future of the Tang Sect. Ground combat operations. The disciples who are best at fighting are specifically selected from our disciples to form the Wu Tang. From now on, the external actions of our sect are the responsibility of the Wu Tang."

Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun, who were mentioned, nodded and saluted everyone. The elders did not act like elders and returned the salute in a friendly manner.

Tang San finally set his sights on a young man with an ordinary face: "As for this one, his name is Yan Shi, a seventy-fifth level control system war soul saint, mainly responsible for financial management."

Under the gaze of everyone who was looking at him with scrutiny or curiosity, the young man stood up and calmly bowed to everyone. He looked very ordinary, but there was a special kind of elegance in his every move.

If they knew the previous elders relatively well, they had never heard of this one.

Tai Tan and the others couldn't help but cast doubtful glances at Tang San, as if they wanted him to introduce them more clearly.

"Brother Shi was specially sent by me to help me." Tang San smiled, "He is quite proficient in accounting and management. I hope we can get along well with each other."

Yan Shi smiled reservedly when he heard this: "Please take good care of me in the future."

None of the four single-attribute sects has any management talents, otherwise life would not be so difficult. Upon hearing Tang San's introduction, everyone invariably showed a polite expression.

"Where."

"Please take good care of me."

Seeing that they were getting along well, Tang San felt a little relieved in his heart. What he just said was true. Yan Shi was the person Tang Lingyi sent specially after he knew that he was going to form the Tang Sect.

Even though Tang Lingyi only has ten people under his command, each one of them is as strong as the next.

Although their skill points are not in line with the general social trend, they can always play an unusual role at certain critical moments.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San calmed down his mood and turned to the five elders: "Belonging to the Four Clan alone, I plan to arrange it this way. Because we are a sect ourselves. It is not appropriate to use the title of clan again. I think it is just a member of the Four Clan. Just change the name."

"The Force Clan will be called the Power Hall from now on. They are mainly responsible for the casting of hidden weapons of our sect. This will also be our main profit in the future. Elder Taitan also serves as the leader of the hall."

"The Yu family will be renamed Yutang from now on, and will be responsible for the defense of the sect and various architectural responsibilities. Elder Niu Gao also serves as the leader of the hall."

"The Min clan changed its name to Min Hall. They are responsible for spying on intelligence, reconnaissance, and information collection. Elder Bai He also serves as the hall leader."

"The Po Clan changed its name to Medicine Hall. Like the Yu Clan, they are also responsible for the defense of our sect and focus on refining medicine. Among them, medicines are mainly divided into two categories: healing and poison. I will consult with Elder Yang Wudi on the specific situation. Elder Yang Wudi and the leader of the Medicine Hall."

"This is all I can think of for the moment. At the same time, the elders present and myself, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and Elder Lou Gao form a meeting hall. All major matters of our sect, we discuss and vote together. Each person has one vote. What do you think, elders?"

Shrek and the others naturally had no objection to Tang San's proposal, and Tai Tan, the leader of the five elders, looked at him with approval: "I don't have any objection, the sect leader arranged it very systematically. If I say the only opinion. I think your power, suzerain, is too small. I suggest that the suzerain’s voting power be changed to two votes. At the same time, the suzerain has one veto power.”

As soon as these words came out, several other elders nodded at the same time.

Tang San's method of equally dividing power won them a lot of favor, and they naturally reciprocated, wanting to give Tang San, the sect leader, more say.

Or judging from the future development of Tang Sect, this is also necessary.

Tang San curled his lips and nodded, acquiescing to this matter.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. After settling the trivial matters in a few words, everyone left under the moonlight.

None of them would have thought that in a hundred or even a thousand years, the seemingly ordinary name "Tangmen" would cause huge waves on this continent.

"Did they take action?" Tang Lingyi closed her book and looked a little surprised.

Butler Feng nodded: "The news came from Yan Qi. Young Master Tang San rushed to the palace with Elder Yang. If nothing else, he will probably bump into the prince."

"That prince?" She tried hard to recall the man's name, "Just... you said he was the one disguised as the Saint of Wuhun Palace?"

Butler Feng: "Yes, we may have to rush there as soon as possible. Since Wuhun Palace has decided to take action, the power it possesses must not be underestimated. Otherwise... both sides will suffer."

Tang Lingyi glanced at him upon hearing this, knowing that what he said was quite polite. How could the Wuhun Palace's long-planned action not be well prepared? For Tang San and the others, who knew nothing about the enemy, it would actually be a better outcome for both sides to lose.

"Let's go then."

There was no emotion in the faint voice, a white light flashed, and the graceful "boiling cabbage" wearing eyes appeared in front of Butler Feng.

"Let's go meet this saint who has exhausted all her powers."

……

They arrived quite early. Snake Spear Douluo, who did not pay attention to Yang Wudi, the strongest member of the single-attribute clan, suffered a loss and flew backwards. The snake spear in his hand was trembling violently and almost escaped. After taking off his hands, he leaned back completely, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated all the way to Xue Qinghe.

Tang Lingyi and Butler Feng, who were parked not far away, were not in a hurry to join the battle. After instructing Yan Qi to notify more people to disrupt the battle, they first took a good look at the three people in the field.

The Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Palace who wears the shell of a prince, the Array Douluo whose Wuhun restrains Dugu Bo, and...the angry Snake Spear Douluo.

"It seems... they seem to have the upper hand?" Tang Lingyi blinked uncertainly.

Butler Feng took a good look at the unstoppable Yang Wudi: "The Po Clan is indeed worthy of its reputation. It is not inferior at all just based on the strength of Contra."

"In this case……"

The gentle Chinese teacher adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and "discussed" in a determined tone: "With us, we should be able to keep the two titled Douluo here."

Butler Feng immediately understood what she meant, and raised the corners of his lips reservedly, with a flash of excitement in his eyes.

He bowed pretending to be humble: "I obey your instructions, Miss."

Golden-white light slowly condensed in the hand, and the silver bow dripping with red blood fell into the slender hand.

After the two simply reached an "agreement", the saint dressed as Xue Qinghe finally revealed her true face.

A ray of light suddenly lit up from his body, it was a brilliant golden light, starting from his forehead, it spread to the whole body in an instant.

His hair turned into a shining golden color, each one shining brightly. His clothes split open on his back, and two pairs of white wings emerged from his back and spread out. His body slowly floated up as if it had escaped the control of gravity. , stopped one foot above the ground.

Under the rendering of that strong golden light, Xue Qinghe's eyes also turned completely golden, and a huge phantom with an invisible face appeared behind his body, the only difference between that golden light and shadow and his body was the number of wings, The wings behind the golden light and shadow are three pairs of six.

Xue Qinghe's four wings spread out behind him. The body is floating in mid-air. A pair of golden eyes stared at Tang San without emotion, "Tang San, you will pay the price for what you just said. You should understand that knowing so many of my secrets. There is no way I will let you go. I will give you the last An opportunity. Submission or destruction?"

He looked very arrogant, with the aloofness of an angel looking down on believers, as if he had some great gift.

Although Tang San respected his teachers, he never had much respect for these gods and ghosts.

With a gloomy look on his face, he used the Eight Spider Spears stretched out behind him to launch himself into the air at the same level as Xue Qinghe, and said: "I will answer you again, fight -"

Xue Qinghe sneered: "Okay, then I will help you. Let me experience for myself how far your current strength can reach."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Qinghe dragged a golden trail of flames behind him, and he flew towards Tang San like a shooting star chasing the moon.

His speed was naturally not as fast as that of the Min clan, but Tang San found that his figure seemed to be illusory and distorted, to the point that his own mental power could not lock on to his exact position.

The dazzling golden light, and the gorgeous golden light and shadow behind him bloomed at the same time, and a powerful and sacred oppressive force rushed to his face.

At the same time as Xue Qinghe activated, Snake Spear Douluo and Agony Douluo also moved at the same time. This time, the two titled Douluo used their seventh soul skills without hesitation. The true form of Wuhun.

The golden light released by Xue Qinghe also fell lightly on the two of them, which seemed to be an increase in the field.

This time, Tang San didn't have the ability to help Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi. He couldn't lock on Xue Qinghe, but Xue Qinghe had completely locked on him. Circles of golden halo shrouded directly towards Tang San with a strange and wonderful sound.

Faced with the threat posed by Xue Qinghe, Tang San was not very panicked. He quickly leaned forward and inserted the Eight Spider Spears into the ground at the same time. At this time, he was facing down, as if he was about to crawl on the ground.

The next moment, the Eight Spider Spear bent and quickly bounced up, pushing Tang San's body upward into the sky, straight into the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless Blue Silver Emperors spread out in all directions as he ascended into the air, drawing large swaths of blue-gold light in the air and heading straight for the Xueqing River to twine away.

Since all of Xue Qinghe's energy was locked on Tang San and Tang San bounced up, Xue Qinghe naturally changed his dive to flying high under the pull of Qi machine, and went straight to chase after Tang San.

The golden halo suddenly spread, bringing up circles of dazzling light in the air, swinging away Tang San's flying Blue Silver Emperor.

Xue Qinghe walked straight into the palace, spreading his four wings behind him, crashing towards Tang San like a golden meteor.

The first soul ring lights up. The golden halo on Xue Qinghe's body instantly condensed towards his right fist, and suddenly he punched straight towards Tang San.

The condensed golden light rushed towards Tang San's body like a huge round shield.

Tang San took a deep breath, his hands turned into a clear jade color, and the rich soul power with blue-gold flames came out of his palms, facing the golden light shield head-on.

There was a loud bang, and the two figures in the air separated instantly after a brief collision.

Xue Qinghe's forward body stopped and swayed in the air.

He looked up, only to find that Tang San, who should have been at a disadvantage, didn't seem to be affected at all, and seemed to be in a better condition than him.

how can that be?

His Highness, the "Prince" who was strategizing, felt vaguely that something seemed to be out of his control, and a strange uneasiness came to his mind.

But unlike the uneasy Xue Qinghe, Tang San, who had just felt like he was facing an enemy after noticing a familiar power in his body, suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

The next second seemed to confirm his guess.

A casual but strangely gentle voice sounded in the sparsely populated square.

It's like thousands of flowers blooming in the spring breeze overnight, clusters of flowers, continuous and sweet.

"Is this a game of bumper and bumper? Why... didn't you call me?"