Douluo: Ten thousand times the rewards of teaching apprentices, never hiding anything

"Today is the last round of our Jujian Mountain National Elite Soul Master Competition Ranking Tournament, and it will be over as soon as today is over."

The host yelled loudly.

"So I won't say much, let the two teams enter today."

"Applause is welcome, Team Tai Chi!"

"Applause is welcome, Kamikaze!"

The host shouted loudly, and then there was applause resounding across the sky.

"I heard that Feng Xiaotian, the captain of the Kamikaze team, is extremely talented, his soul power has broken through to level 48, and he even created his own powerful soul skills."

"I've seen this Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul ability, what 36 battles, the more he cuts, the stronger he is, and I don't know whether he is stronger or weaker than the Taiji team's Nether Civet."

"Although Feng Xiaotian is very strong, the Nether civet must have won. The King of Souls, what will Feng Xiaotian do to fight?"

"That's right, but you see, Feng Xiaotian is the starter for the Kamikaze team, and Tang San, the blue silver grass soul master, is playing for the Taiji team."

Discussions started immediately on the stage, originally they were expecting Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Xiaotian to have a battle, but now it was Tang San who played on the Tai Chi team first.

Although Zhu Zhuqing may meet Feng Xiaotian later, they don't think that Feng Xiaotian who is not in his prime is Zhu Zhuqing's opponent in his prime.

All in all they had no hope of Tang San winning.

"Can Xiaosan do it? Do you need me to go up first?"

Ma Hongjun still wanted to show off, and asked before Tang San had fully stepped onto the stage.

Tang San glanced at the ghost on the high platform, suddenly hated in his heart, clenched his fists, then shook his head and said: "No, I will win."

Afterwards Tang San went directly to the competition stage.

"Is that kid?"

The ghost on the high platform looked at Tang San with great interest, obviously remembering what happened that day.

When Feng Xiaotian saw his opponent on the stage, it wasn't Zhu Zhuqing who felt a little regretful: "I thought my opponent would be the Nether Civet."

"In this way, my idea of ​​defeating the ghost civet is gone."

Feng Xiaotian was only confident of defeating Zhu Zhuqing when he was in his prime, but now it was Tang San who came up, and in his opinion, he needed some tricks to deal with Tang San.

This will be very unfavorable to Zhu Zhuqing in the future.

"Is that how you think you've won?"

Tang San laughed back.

"if not?"

Feng Xiaotian said in a chic manner.

"I'm going to win because I'm going to announce something."

Tang San strengthened his belief.

"what's up?"

Feng Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, should he also confess his love to his beloved after defeating the opponent like himself?

Thinking about it, Feng Xiaotian looked at Huo Wu in the audience: "Xiao Wu wait, I will go back and marry you after I win Team Tai Chi!"

"Game start!"

The host gave an order.

Feng Xiaotian's eyes became sharp, and with a move of both hands, the wind rose, rushing towards Tang San.

"Twist!"

Tang San also activated instantly, the Blue Silver Grass grew crazily and headed towards Feng Xiaotian.

"That trick is not enough."

The corners of Feng Xiaotian's mouth raised, and then his hands sprouted sharp claws, instantly cutting the blue silver grass in front of him into sections.

"Is it fast? It's about the same as Zhuqing, then I'll compress your space for movement."

Tang San's pupils shrank, and then countless blue silver grass danced like demons, shaking out countless flying leaves.

The wind blew up, and these flying leaves were swept up: "Flying leaf storm!"

Fei Ye shot towards Feng Xiaotian like a rainstorm pear blossom.

"If you want to play with the wind, I'm the expert!"

Feng Xiaotian smiled: "Gailing Wind Wings!"

Suddenly a pair of wings sprouted from behind Feng Xiaotian, and then the big wings flapped, two hurricanes arose, resisting the flying leaves that Tang San shot towards.

"Two wolves possessed!"

The light and shadow of the two-headed wolf behind Feng Xiaotian gradually combined with himself, and his attack, defense, and agility all increased by 50.00%.

"Wind Blade Array!"

With a wave of both claws, more than a dozen wind blades were drawn, and Tang San's Flying Leaf Storm was scattered, and the leaves scattered all over the sky on the ground.

Feng Xiaotian suddenly laughed: "Tang San, oh Tang San, you exceeded my expectations."

Then Feng Xiaotian rushed towards Tang San.

"Tang Sect's unique learning, ghost shadow fan Zongbu, Xuanyu hand!"

Tang San also didn't lack the means of melee combat, immediately combined with Feng Xiaotian's punches and kicks, he finished dozens of moves in just a few breaths.

"You really surprised me, but if you are at this level, I will beat you soon, but I am not sure that I will beat Zhu Zhuqing again."

Feng Xiaotian said, and then his moves changed.

"Boss is going to use that trick."

The people on the kamikaze side began to exclaim.

"Pick me up, create your own soul skills, and slash Galewind Demon Wolf 36 times!"

Feng Xiaotian shouted loudly immediately, and then came with sharp claws, striking Tang San continuously.

"This self-created soul skill has a similar ability to the chaotic cloak, and its power seems to be getting stronger and stronger."

Tang San's pupils shrank, and his left hand clenched relatively tightly.

In just a dozen strokes, Tang San's clothes were already in tatters, and there were many wounds pierced by the wind blade on his body, continuously oozing blood.

"Why does Little San only defend but not attack?"

Everyone in the Tai Chi team was puzzled.

Mo Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I still plan to use that one."

Chapter 282 Tang Hao's Son, Tang San Leaves Alone

"Tang San, this last move will continue all the power of the previous 35 moves, admit defeat!"

Feng Xiaotian flew high in the sky, looking down at Tang San who was in a panic on the ground, then flapped his wings and swooped towards Tang San.

The corners of Tang San's mouth rose slightly, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A move with his left hand caused a powerful wave of soul power, and a hammer appeared in his hand.

"The mainland's first martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer!!"

Tang San roared, using all the strength in his body to urge the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and directly blasted towards Feng Xiaotian.

"This is the Clear Sky Hammer!!"

The audience was obviously taken aback.

"Cloak Hammer Technique!"

Tang San also instantly used the unique soul skill of the Clear Sky School, colliding with Feng Xiaotian's 36 consecutive cuts.

To say that the Haotian Hammer is worthy of being the number one blaster martial soul in the mainland, it blows Feng Xiaotian away like a wreck.

"boom!"

As soon as the hammer was finalized, Feng Xiaotian was directly blasted out of the court by this hammer, and hit the wall.

"cough!"

Feeling a sweetness in the throat, Feng Xiaotian spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss!"

The people from Shenfeng Academy hurried over.

Tang San looked around, the audience was dead silent.

Vigorous Tang San raised his left Haotian Hammer high.

"My surname is Tang Mingsan, my twin spirits are Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, and I am the son of Tang Hao of the Clear Sky School!!"

Tang San pointed his Haotian hammer to the sky like this, loudly announcing to the audience and even the whole world that he is the son of Tang Hao, the son of the youngest titled Douluo in that continent, Haotian Douluo.

But now he wants to stand up and justify his father's name. Tang Hao is not a coward, especially as Tang Hao's son.

"Okay, have courage!"

Even Mo Cheng had to marvel at Tang San's courage.

"What's the matter, what's wrong with Xiaosan? Why did he tell the world so blatantly about his relationship with Haotian Douluo? Isn't this courting death?"

Flender was immediately anxious, and now his eyes were all on the titled Douluo who belonged to the Spirit Hall on the high platform, for fear that he would attack Tang San on the stage in an instant.

"Good job, with his father's demeanor, good enough!"

Zhao Wuji also sighed with emotion, thinking that he was so fearless when he was young.

On the high platform, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe were equally astonished. Although they also knew that Tang San was Tang Hao's son, they didn't expect Tang San to dare to announce it at this time, even in front of ghosts.

One must know that ghosts hate Tang Hao so much that they wish to eat his flesh and scrape his bones.

But at this moment, the ghost has a terrified expression: "Hammer of the Clear Sky, Haotian is here, Tang Hao is here!!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Suddenly a black shadow passed by, the ghost was scared away, mistook Tang San for Tang Hao, and ran away in despair.

"Hate is true hatred, and fear is also true fear..."

Ning Fengzhi was speechless for a while.

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, so the Wuhun Palace should not be able to sit still at all, there is something to watch.

"This Tang San is actually the son of Haotian Douluo!!"

"It's unbelievable, this Tang San is the son of Clear Sky Douluo, and he has twin spirits."

"It seems that Tang San's talent is not inferior to that of the Nether Civet."

"Speaking of the appearance of Clear Sky Douluo's son in the competition, does that mean that Clear Sky Douluo has come out of the mountain?"

"Now the mainland is going to be lively, and the Spirit Hall will not be able to sit still. You must know that in the battle back then, the Spirit Hall suffered heavy losses. Even the powerhouses at the Title Douluo level were killed, injured, and escaped."

"It's good to be lively, but just don't affect me."

The whole audience was shocked, after Tang San on the field made a domineering declaration, the Clear Sky Hammer dispersed and fell directly to the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed onto the competition stage, and he glanced at the other members of the Kamikaze team: "Do you want to abstain!"

The rest of the Kamikaze team glanced at each other and at the unconscious boss, and then they could only sigh: "We admit defeat!"

Judging from their record, even if they concede defeat, they can still advance to the final.

"Team Kamikaze surrendered, and Team Taiji won! The ranking competition of the National Elite Soul Master Competition is thus over."

The host also came out from the shock, and then shouted loudly.

At the end of the game, the rest of the Tai Chi team ran onto the stage.

"Little San, Xiao San, are you okay!"

Ma Hongjun shook Tang San crazily, the tears in his eyes.

"Fatty, don't shake it, you'll die if you shake it again."