Douluo: This Tang San is different.

Chapter 128 Wang Chen was defeated and punished

Seeing that Tang San accepted Wang Chen's challenge, Xue Qinghe sighed, then stared at Wang Chen with cold eyes and said: "If you lose, the relevant training resources will be reduced by two-thirds."

Hearing this, Wang Chen's heart sank.

The training resources have been halved, which means that he will not be provided with any whale glue in his subsequent training, and even some drugs to assist physical exercise will be reduced.

"Also, if you win, your training resources will be reduced by one-half, just because you disobeyed my order and collided with Master Tang San." Xue Qinghe continued.

This made Wang Chen's face even more ugly.

Whether he wins or loses, he has offended Qian Renxue and needs to be punished accordingly?

What's so good about this guy?

Doesn't he just look a little more handsome?

A little boy!

"I'm willing to be punished." Wang Chen said in a deep voice, trying to calm down, and then looked at Tang San, "Tang San, as a senior, I want to teach you one thing. If you don't have the strength, don't cling to the nobles at will. You don't have that ability!"

So what if the other person is not the original one?

Who allowed him to travel through time and become Tang San?

Even the air can corrode it!

Do you have that qualification?

and also--

Moreover, as a prince, he needs to worry about his status and cannot catch up with him.

"It's just a fluke." Tang San shook his head, walked to Wang Chen's side, the blue silver grass appeared in his hand, activated his first soul skill, endless recovery, and healed Wang Chen's injuries.

Xue Qinghe, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, couldn't help but clenched his fists. The soul power in his body surged, and he slapped Wang Chen who bowed towards him.

"So, do you think that my title of Master of Martial Spirit Theory is what I claim to be?" Tang San clenched his right fist, stepped forward, passed the force to his waist, to his shoulders and arms, and then suddenly blasted towards his abdomen. .

"Your Highness, I just..."

"Snapped!"

Looking at the furious Xue Qinghe, Wang Chen was afraid. He was worried that the other party might accidentally kill him in his rage. He immediately pushed himself up and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

This third soul skill comes with poison!

As soon as the Blue Silver Emperor emerged, the surrounding plants suddenly trembled slightly, as if to welcome the Emperor of their plants, especially the Blue Silver Grass, which was growing rapidly.

"No problem." Xue Qinghe smiled back, "We can start now."

"My name is Tang San. I am loved by people in the mainland. I have the title of 'Master'. Martial spirit, blue silver grass, level 41, all-round auxiliary spirit master." Tang San released the Blue Silver Emperor, the crystal clear blue silver. The Emperor emerges from the hand, like a naturally carved work of art, with a fruit similar to a pearl growing in the center. There are two colors of gold and silver flowing inside, which is extremely strange.

"Tang..." Xue Qinghe wanted to follow, but she didn't know how to explain it. Could it be that Wang Chen was looking for trouble on his own and had nothing to do with her as the prince?Didn't she, the prince, want to test him?

"Brother Tang, with such strength, you must have suffered a lot, right?" Xue Qinghe stepped forward to care for Tang San, but ignored Wang Chen who was beaten until he vomited blood and couldn't even get up.

Hearing the word "weed", a sneer appeared on Tang San's lips.

"But, I am born with full soul power." Wang Chen suddenly raised his head, extremely unwilling.

"cough!"

boom!

The energy and blood force came out from Wang Chen's back, breaking open the clothes behind him, and even sent Wang Chen flying more than 20 meters away before he could stop.

"Also, you also have illusions about me. You are not qualified."

However, at this time, Wang Chen felt that all the soul power in his body was in chaos, and his internal organs were surging.

This gave Xue Qinghe an impression: kind and generous.

"Then what? In addition to your innate soul power, what else do you have?" Xue Qinghe asked, "The most indispensable thing in Wuhun Palace is people with extraordinary talents. Among today's golden generations, which one can you compare to?"

With this angry blow, Xue Qinghe didn't hold back at all. The soul power far beyond the soul master level directly made Tang San's treatment for him in vain, and even injured him more. If he was not treated in time, it might even affect his talent for cultivation. .

"Brother Tang, I'm not..."

"Put away your petty thoughts. Don't think that just because you have some talent, you can be arrogant."

In an instant, a black aura emerged from the sickle, clinging to the blade and making a slight sound as it rubbed against the air.

Xue Qinghe knew very well how strong Wang Chen was, but now, he couldn't even withstand Tang San's punch, which really shocked him. You know, although Wang Chen was only level 39, he could compete with high-level souls. Zong contest!

However, he lost to Tang San, and was killed instantly with one move.

The sickle can cut the roots that are constantly buried underneath.

At this moment, the blade of the death scythe was only one centimeter away from Tang San's head, but no matter how hard Wang Chen tried and exerted his soul power, he couldn't get any further.

Seeing this, Xue Qinghe calmed down a little and said: "From now on, your cultivation resources will be reduced by four-fifths. If the relationship between Tang San and I does not get closer, your treatment will not be restored. Yes, if you dare to trouble Tang San again, I don’t mind destroying you."

It was clear that Wang Chen had been provocative just now, but now that he was defeated, he was able to ignore the past grudges and help him recover. Isn't it a kind of magnanimity?

However, Tang San did not allow Wang Chen to fully recover. When he saw that he could stand up, he stopped releasing his soul skills and said to Xue Qinghe: "Your Highness, you should call me Tang San from now on. What you said before is just It’s a joke, after all, I’m just a commoner, a weed on the ground, and I can’t get close to a light like the prince’s.”

ridicule?

"Who allowed you to make your own decisions and jump out to challenge Tang San?" Xueqinghe's face was frosty, which meant that there was no one nearby, otherwise others would be able to see the angry side of Prince Tiandou.

"Your Highness, the students are a little tired, so please leave first." Tang San sighed slightly, then turned around, leaving only Xue Qinghe's fallen figure.

one move!

With just one move, Tang San defeated Wang Chen, and he didn't even use soul skills!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chen held a sickle with the aura of death and slashed at Tang San. At the same time, the third soul ring on Wang Chen's body also lit up.

It can only be deserved!

"I am Wang Chen, the personal bodyguard of His Highness the Crown Prince. I am a level 39 melee and field-controlling attack type soul master. My martial soul is Death Scythe. I specialize in harvesting weeds."

Xue Qinghe slapped the opponent in the face with a palm from the air, even breaking three of his teeth, and said: "As a guard, how dare you talk back?"

"This is impossible! Even if you are a soul sect, but you don't use soul skills, your strength shouldn't be that much higher than mine!" Wang Chen was shocked, with disbelief in his tone.

"puff--"

<divclass="contentadv">My throat felt sweet, and Wang Chen couldn't hold it in any longer. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees on the ground, unable to get up again.

However, Tang San refused to dodge, wrapping his left hand with Blue Silver Emperor, and firmly caught the pole holding the scythe.

"Your Highness, can you be the referee?" Tang San looked at Xue Qinghe.

After saying that, Xue Qinghe left here on his own, thinking about how to ease the relationship with Tang San...

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Notting City.

A figure in black robe came to the gate of Notting College, asking about Tang San...