Chapter 99 Tang San: I want to live in seclusion, can you give me a chance?

While those people were not paying attention, Tang San, who had already fled for dozens of miles, felt the boundless soul power fluctuations behind him.

I couldn't help but stop and look back, I saw red clouds and flames rising into the sky at the foot of the mountain.

His heart beat faster and he leapt onto the slope by the roadside.

Although it was difficult to see the battle situation there, the sweeping heat wave hurricane alone was enough to blow one down so that one could only crouch down. One could imagine how fierce the battle was.

Is this the combat power of the peak Douluo that my uncle mentioned? I'm afraid that even my father, who used the secret technique of exploding rings back then, would not be able to achieve that.

I couldn't help thinking: "It seems we have to leave quickly, I'm afraid my uncle and his men won't be able to hold out for much longer."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, facing the wind, lowered his waist and slowly backed down the mountain.

What will happen in the future? He has completely given up on overthrowing the Spirit Hall?

joke!

Their third-ranked priest alone is able to surround all the high-end combat forces of the Haotian Sect, including the Sect Master. There are two who are stronger than him, and the strength of the Pope is probably not weaker than these people!

How can a half-disabled Soul Master like me take revenge?

He suddenly felt that this so-called "number one sect in the world" was ridiculous. From what his teacher had said, this sect could compete with the Spirit Hall.

How could it be so unbearable?

What my father said about forming alliances is simply an impossible plan. Among the top three sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect has only one title holder, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has defected to the Spirit Hall, and it is unclear whether the Clear Sky Sect will still exist after today.

Live in seclusion, and in the future accept some talented children as disciples to carry on the Tang Sect's legacy.

Forget about struggling. I'm tired.

Thinking of this, Tang San's heart, which was wrapped in the fire of revenge, calmed down a little.

I couldn't help but start thinking about establishing the Tang Sect.

Training future generations and letting them inherit one's will will be a protracted battle.

Anyway, he had most of the inner and outer sect inheritance of the Tang Sect in his mind, so he could just find a deep mountain to hide.

You also have to be careful with those disciples. Only what you teach them is theirs. If you don't teach them, they can't steal.

It was rebuilt with reference to the sect system of the previous life.

As for the village that Tang Xiao mentioned before, he would not go there. That place was too conspicuous and it would be difficult to escape.

After taking a few steps, a deep voice suddenly came from above my head.

"You guys are really hard for me to find. I have been looking around for dozens of miles for half an hour!"

Tang San's heart tightened, he looked up, and saw a man standing in the air. He had a broad figure and a resolute face. He was one of the two Titled Douluo who had blocked the way back to the sect.

He couldn't believe that the other party, a Titled Douluo, would actually take the initiative to find an insignificant little shrimp like him.

Tang San forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely ugly expression.

"I wonder what your Majesty wants to say?" He pretended not to know the other party and bowed, trying to get away with it by playing dumb.

"Just follow me back and report back."

Cixue didn't bother to care what he wanted to do and fell to the ground, intending to pick him up.

Seeing this, Tang San didn't have time to think about it. He took out the plate crystal gold he had found in Flanders' store and threw it at the man using his skills.

One by one, the dragon whisker needles continued to penetrate into the opponent's chest armor, but they were unable to break through the opponent's protective soul power.

Then he retreated and threw a few more at his eyes and genitals, his weakest points, then turned around and ran.

Cixue frowned. This painless attack seemed to be mocking him. He casually caught the golden needles and just as he held them in his hand, he felt that the needles suddenly shrank into a ball, like orange millet.

He ignored Tang San who was running away. With his speed, there was no way he could escape his perception.

Curiously, he picked up a gold particle in his hand. If he was not mistaken, this thing should be a needle.

I squeezed it hard and it became flat. After careful observation, I found that it looked like a thread as thick as a hair was coiled up.

After trying to inject soul power into it, this thing stretched and turned into the needle before.

He understood instantly that this thing was a thing that made the opponent suffer by penetrating into their body, causing them to lose their soul power and curl up into a ball. It was really a sinister and disgusting thing.

He threw it at the still-running Tang San, but the accuracy was disappointing, and it just brushed past and fell to the ground.

He pursed his lips and said, "It's really hard to use. This guy is so good at this stuff. He must not be a serious person."

In a flash, he appeared in front of Tang San.

Caught off guard, Tang San bumped headfirst into the opponent's armor on his chest.

Several dragon beard needles that had not yet been pulled out pierced his forehead and were stuck in his frontal bone.

Feeling the pain, he quickly stepped back, and a few drops of blood flowed out of the wound.

Before he could think, boundless soul power pressed down on him, and he instantly fell to his knees powerlessly on the ground.

Cixue squatted down and pulled out a dragon whisker needle from the armor, using his soul power to maintain its state and holding it between his fingers.

"Kid, what is this thing called and where did you get it from?"

Tang San, who had let things go, didn't want to suffer meaninglessly, so he spoke reluctantly.

"A thing in a crystal stone, I call it a dragon beard needle."

He casually pulled off the storage soul guide from the boy's waist and sat directly on his waist.

Seeing the other party's action, he wanted to struggle to take it back, but unfortunately he was powerless to resist.

Cixue scanned the contents with his spiritual power and said in surprise, "There are so many strange things, but you only took out two of them at the auction?"

Finding that the other party seemed to be interested in hidden weapons, Tang San gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you. I will give you all these things. Can you please let me go?"

"I will never tell anyone what happened today!"

Hearing this, Cixue couldn't help but grin, "Do you need me to deliver it? Isn't it in my hands now?"

Tang San said quickly: "It's different! These things are extremely powerful, and I am the only one in the entire Douluo Continent who can use them. I can tell you, Your Majesty, how to use these things."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, a big hand pressed down on his head.

"Black boy, you made a mistake."

The hand was rubbing his hair, and although he didn't use much force, cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back.

The other party lowered his head and said coldly: "You are my prisoner now, a prisoner, why should I discuss with you?"

Tang San wanted to cry but had no tears. He looked up at the sky, the pain in his heart becoming more intense.

Why are these guys in the Spirit Hall so unreasonable? Everyone in this world is targeting me.

Dad! I want to go home! Go home!!!
I will never leave Holy Soul Village again!

As he was fiddling with the hidden weapons, suddenly, a half-body figure several dozen feet tall appeared in the sky, swinging a sledgehammer and smashing it towards the sky.

Then endless flames gathered together, and a blue phoenix bird that was even larger than the human figure did not attack, but kept flapping its wings.

The flames were swept back into the sky, and then transformed into dragon-shaped arrows that collided with the hammer.

The scorching air waves spread from the point of collision at an extremely fast speed, invading into the distance.

Cixue couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of the third brother, level ninety-eight is so terrifying!"

The figure clearly looked the most imposing, but the hammer was pierced directly through, taking the figure with it.

Hearing this title, Tang San was slightly moved, but the spirit power was far beyond his reach.

They are all three, why is the opponent so strong?

Cixue looked down at the boy, snorted coldly, and crushed his thigh into pieces.

Tang San couldn't help but howl loudly in severe pain, because the broken place this time was the same as last time, old wounds plus new wounds, the pain made him sweat coldly.

You guy, can't you get another leg? At least it can be symmetrical in the future!
He picked up the black boy who was lying on the ground and didn't want to move anymore, and flew in the direction he came from.

(End of this chapter)