Douluo: Legend of the Ancestral Dragon

"Zhuqing, little raccoon." Ao Tian shouted.

He took out two golden dragon scales with the names of Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaoli engraved on them.

"This is a present for you."

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaoli instantly showed surprises, their eyes were shining, and they couldn't look away.

They recognized this kind of dragon scale, and Xiao Wu, Gu Yuena, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong all had one in their hands. This was the status symbol of Aotian women.

Xiao Wu once showed them the power of dragon scales, which made them envious.

Xiao Wu said that this is a treasure even more powerful than a divine weapon.

Unexpectedly, they can also have it.

At this moment, endless ecstasy and happiness filled their hearts.

The surprise came too suddenly, and the two were stunned for a while.

"What are you doing? Thank you, Brother Tian." Xiao Wu quietly stabbed Zhu Zhuqing as a reminder.

"Thank you Tian... Brother Tian." Zhu Zhuqing took the dragon scale and shouted shyly.

Her pretty face was flushed red, and she had called this Tiange countless times in her dreams, and she finally called it out today.

"Thank you, Brother Tian." Xiaoli also accepted his own gift and was overjoyed.

Ao Tian smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, when you have time, tell them about the function of this dragon scale."

"Okay, leave it to me." Xiao Wu patted her chest and said.

After a while, Xiao Wu asked, "Brother Tian, ​​now that the Spirit Master Competition is over, where do we go next?"

Ao Tiandao: "I won't go anywhere. You can stay in Wuhun City to cultivate in the next days."

"Well." Several girls nodded.

...

Early in the morning, Tang Hao took Tang San out of the forest where he rested for the night, and hurried to the nearest big city.

Tang Hao had to let Tang San recover as soon as possible, so he couldn't delay Tang San's cultivation.

In the city, the father and son paid for a high-level healing soul master to treat them.

Most of Tang San's injuries had recovered, and the rest would be able to recover on his own with his strong resilience.

The injury in Tang Hao's body is not so easy to treat, and the effect of treatment is not obvious.

But he doesn't care either. With his cultivation, this injury can be recovered as long as it takes time.

It just so happened that Tang San also needed a few years of hard work, enough time.

The father and son entered the city in the morning and left in the afternoon.

Tang Hao led the way in front, while Tang San followed behind.

Tang Hao was heading in the direction of the Heaven Dou Empire, not on the big road, but looking for complicated terrain to move forward.

"Dad, where are we going now?" Tang San asked curiously from behind.

Tang Hao said: "From now on, I will conduct a series of training for you. The Spirit Hall has already attacked you, you have no way out, you can only make yourself stronger in a short period of time. Otherwise, you will spend the rest of your life. I can only live in a dark corner like a mouse."

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, with a firm expression on his face, said: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely finish your training in the shortest time."

Tang Hao nodded slightly and said, "This trip will take half a month, so be prepared."

"Dad, I can persevere." Tang San said.

Tang Hao stopped talking,

Silently lead the way in front of you, and choose remote places to go.

Tang San, who followed behind, hesitated for a while, but still asked what he had always wanted to know.

"Dad... Was my mother killed by the Wuhun Temple?"

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao suddenly stopped and turned to look at Tang San.

The sullen temperament on his body disappeared in an instant, his aura was full, and his sharp eyes were like two lightning strikes on Tang San, causing Tang San to feel a tingling pain.

Violently fluctuating emotions flashed across Tang Hao's face, his explosive momentum quickly subsided, and he calmly said: "Don't ask about this in the future, with your current strength, you are not qualified to know the truth. I want to If you know the answer, make yourself stronger as soon as possible, and when you meet my requirements, I will naturally tell you the answer."

With that, he turned around and continued on.

Tang San stood on the spot, his fists clenched tightly, almost breaking his own palm, a strong hatred appeared on his face.

Although his father didn't tell him the answer just now, how could he not guess from his father's violently fluctuating emotions?

The death of his mother must have something to do with the Hall of Souls!

Remembering that he had not had his mother's love since he was a child, and never saw his mother's appearance, the hatred in Tang San's heart became more and more out of control.

"Wuhun Hall, one day, I, Tang San, will make you pay your debts with blood!" Tang San roared with hatred in his heart!

"Keep up!" Tang Hao's flat voice came from the front.

Only then did Tang San wake up from the intense hatred, and quickly followed in his father's footsteps.

Half a month later, the father and son stopped in front of a rolling tall mountain.

Tang Hao carried his hands on his back, looked up at the towering mountain range in front of him, and said:

"In the next two years, I will give you special training here, and I hope you can meet my requirements within two years."

Hearing his father's words, Tang San's heart ignited with fighting spirit, saying: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely be able to do it."

"it is good."

Tang Hao strode in, Tang San followed firmly...

...

At this time, Tiandou City, the gate of Shrek Academy.

The master and Liu Erlong, who had just come from the clan, stood here, watching the scene inside Shrek Academy.

The predecessor of this academy was Lanba Academy, and it was well-known in Sky Dou City. In particular, the admission of students did not depend on the status of the students. As long as the talent was sufficient, ordinary children could enter and study here.

Therefore, a large number of young soul masters come to study here every year. Although the Blue Ba Academy is not as large as the Royal Academy, there are still a lot of students. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Now, when Grandmaster and Liu Erlong stood at the entrance of the academy, all they saw was depression and desertion, and they could no longer see the lively scene of the past.

The Grandmaster's brows have been frowning, and he looks very worried.

Liu Erlong sighed, "Let's go in."

When the two came to the gate, Liu Erlong stopped and asked the guard, "What's going on? Why is the academy so deserted?"

The guard was still used to calling Liu Erlong the dean, so he hurriedly replied, "President, since the team that participated in the finals of the Spirit Master Competition ten days ago came back, some scandals about our academy have spread in Sky Dou City."

As he said that, he carefully glanced at the master and continued: "Then, many students dropped out."

The master's face trembled, and a wave of anger was already brewing.

"What scandal?" he asked with anger.

"It's the scandal of Dai Mubai and his sister-in-law, and... and..." The guard hesitated, not daring to continue.

"What else?" the master asked coldly.

"There is also the news that you were punished for half a month in Wuhun City, Master. I don't know who spread the news, describing your tragic experience vividly, saying that you covet the Pope's beauty and try to force the Pope. , so I was punished by the Pope. Even...even..."

The master showed an icy aura and shouted loudly, "Even what?"

The guard didn't dare to offend the Grandmaster, so he quickly replied, "Even every day in Heaven Dou City, many storytellers tell the story of you and Dai Mubai from morning to night. The audience was full, and they all applauded."

"puff!"

The master couldn't bear it any longer, his anger attacked his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his head was dizzy, and he almost fell.

"Xiaogang!" Liu Erlong hurriedly supported the master and cried out in distress.

"I'm fine." The master pushed Liu Erlong's hand away, panting heavily, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked into the academy in despair.

Seeing the Master's appearance, Liu Erlong felt very distressed.

She knows that the master's long-term wish is to hope that her theories can be recognized by the world, to get rid of the reputation of her own waste, and to become a respected real master.

However, it backfired, and he has now become a notorious, reviled horny pervert, and his reputation has been completely ruined.

This is even more uncomfortable than killing him. This is a mental torture, and it will be like a nightmare, and it will be difficult to get rid of.

It's no wonder that after hearing the news, the master would be so angry that he vomited blood, and it was already a good idea if he didn't faint.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Liu Erlong reprimanded the guard and strode toward the master.

The guard squinted, glanced at the lost and stumbled figure of the master, and sneered disdainfully.

"Disgusting old stuff, I've done it all, and I'm afraid of what others will say... Our dean is so beautiful, why is his vision so bad, it's such a cheap old thing..."

...

"Xiaogang, Xiaogang, wait for me." Liu Erlong chased after him, reaching out to help the crumbling master.

The master's face had an unrequited look on his face.

Someone in Heaven Dou City hyped up his deeds in Spirit City, and even exaggerated the content. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than the half month he was tortured by Bibi Dong.

This time, his reputation was completely ruined.

He had reason to believe that this matter was definitely the ghost of Wuhundian, who deliberately smeared his image.

He could imagine that not only in Heaven Dou City, but also in other corners of Douluo Continent, countless storytellers were slandering his reputation.

Walking in the academy, those students who have not left are also quietly pointing at the master, talking with contempt.

When the master saw this scene, his heart was a hundred times more uncomfortable than eating flies.

"Bibi Dong, you have such a vicious heart, if you don't avenge this revenge, I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will not be a human being!"

The master shouted tragically, another mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes rolled over, and he fainted in the arms of Liu Erlong.

"Xiaogang, what's wrong with you?" Liu Erlong shouted anxiously, hurriedly picked up the master and ran inside.

Not long after, in the master's room, Flender, Zao Wou-Ki and others had gathered here.

A teacher who is good at healing is treating the master.

"Don't worry, Dean, Grandmaster is no longer in serious trouble. It was just a matter of anger and heart attack. Just pay attention to rest for two days and you will be fine." The teacher in charge of the treatment put away his soul skills and said to Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

At this moment, the master slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Xiaogang, you are awake." Liu Erlong hurriedly helped the master to sit up.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

The master looked much better and smiled bitterly: "I'm fine."

Flender sighed: "Xiaogang, Erlong has already told us what happened just now. Now there are people everywhere slandering your reputation. We are equally angry, but we can't do anything about it. There are too many storytellers."

The master sneered and said, "This must be ordered by the Spirit Hall behind the scenes. How can we defeat them with our strength?"

Flender frowned and said, "Look, can we ask Xue Qinghe to help? With his presence, it should be able to prevent this kind of thing from happening again."

The Grandmaster shook his head and said, "It's useless, Wuhun Temple wants to punish me, why is it only in Tiandou City? I am afraid that this scene is being staged in places where there is Wuhun Temple on the mainland."

"Bibi Dong, you vicious woman." Liu Erlong gritted his teeth.

"Then let this matter be left alone? This will cause huge damage to your reputation." Flender said.

The master sighed: "This matter is a foregone conclusion, we have nothing to do."

Hearing the master say this, everyone in the room felt uncomfortable.

The master changed the subject and said, "But... Yu Xiaogang wrote down this hatred for me."

Flender moved in his heart and asked, "Xiaogang, is there anything you can do?"

The master nodded and said, "People are stupid. They believe what others say."

As he said that, he sneered and said, "However, history is written by the victors. As long as the Spirit Hall is destroyed, it will be her Bibi Dong, not me, Yu Xiaogang!"

Everyone understood what the master meant, and all nodded in agreement.

Liu Erlong said with a heartache: "Xiaogang, with our current strength, we don't know how long we will have to wait until we want to destroy the Wuhun Temple. You are burdened with infamy and spurned by others, and I feel uncomfortable."

The master smiled freely and said: "Little San once said that when the heavens will give great responsibilities to people, they must first suffer their will. These despicable actions of the Wuhun Temple are not a kind of tempering for my Taoism? I will Turn this shame into an unyielding fighting spirit, and one day, Bibi Dong will pay the price she deserves for her actions!"

"Xiaogang, it will definitely happen, there will be such a day." Liu Erlong said, tears already flashing in his eyes.

"There must be that day," Flender said.

The master nodded, the previous despair had dissipated, and the confident smile returned to his face.

However, that kind of discomfort was only suppressed by him in the bottom of his heart and did not disappear.

He looked at Flender and asked, "Boss Fl, what else happened while Erlong and I were away?"

Flender said: "Oscar and Ma Hongjun have gone out to practice together. I set a goal for them. If they don't become Soul King, they will never come back."

The master nodded and said, "With their talents, and according to the cultivation method I set for them, it will be easy to cultivate to the Soul King within a few years. What else is there?"

"Emperor Xue Ye is dying," Flender said.

"What?" The master exclaimed, his body sat up a little, his eyes fixed on Flender.

Flender said: "The team returned to Sky Dou City ten days ago. I don't know if the result of the Spirit Master Competition made it difficult for His Majesty to accept it. Within a few days, his condition worsened. It has reached the point of terminal illness, and the will has been written. I think, Your Majesty may not last for a few days."

With a happy expression on the master's face, he said, "Okay, Xue Qinghe is finally ready to take the throne. He has formed an alliance with us. As long as he succeeds, he can implement the policy of boycotting the Spirit Hall."

"No, I have to go and congratulate him myself." With that, he was about to get off the bed.

But after thinking about it, he stopped again and said, "No, I'm going to congratulate him now, isn't that the curse of His Majesty?"

Liu Erlong chuckled and said, "What are you worried about? After he becomes the emperor, it will not be too late for us to find him again."

"Yes, Erlong, you are very thoughtful, hahaha..." The master laughed out loud.

Seeing that the master was in a much better mood, Flender and the others finally felt relieved.

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