Douluo Dalu

The 365th chapter is suddenly broken (on)

Du Gubo looked at the sudden brilliance of Tang San’s eyes and couldn’t help but sigh. “Little monster, you didn’t have a fever. Didn’t you understand what I said just now? Those soul bones are not what you can.”

Tang San did not speak, the so-called ear hearing was virtual, seeing is believing, raising his right hand, the faint blue light surging from the palm of his hand, under his precise control, just a small blue silver grass is drilled from the palm, that It's just the shape of the grass leaf, it looks no different from the wild blue silver grass. The appearance of the Wuhun also makes the soul ring naturally emerge outside the body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, four soul rings quietly circled out. The yellow halo is bright and the god, the purple soul ring is extravagant, and the black soul ring is as deep as the abyss, full of sultry charm.

"You..." Duo Bobo stood up and watched Tang San's eyes change rapidly. A fierce momentum suddenly burst out from his body and squeezed from the surrounding to Tang San.

Under the influence of external pressure, the four soul rings of Tang San are shining, but the blue silver grass in the palm is still gently rocking.

"No, this is impossible." Du Gubo slammed his eyes hard, then shook his head, and stared carefully at the black soul ring of Tang San.

Tang San smiled and said: "Have you forgotten? What I am best at is to make the impossible possible. Now, do you think I might fight with the people of Wu Hun Temple?"

Du Gubo took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the surprise in his heart. He said something that made Tang three unexpected. "Give up this competition. At your age, you may participate in the next competition. At that time, it should be No one will be your opponent who leads the team."

"Why give up?" Tang Sanyi widened his eyes.

Solitary voice: "If your strength is still the same as before, or the fourth soul ring is only a thousand years, I will not worry about you, but now it is different. The fourth soul ring has reached the level of 10,000 years. Will bring you unlimited troubles. Do you think that Wu Hun Temple will not notice you? If you are Wu Hun Temple, how do you encounter such a genius? There are only two possibilities, conquer or destroy. If I guessed it well, now your information is at least on the table of a Platinum Bishop. Wuhun Temple will not be able to start behind you, they can use this game. Let you be on the stage. Being killed. The rules of the game for Wu Hun Temple are just games that can be played."

Tang San smiled and said: "That said, you still don't like me?"

Du Gubo gave him a deep look. "The Wu Hun Temple is called the Golden Generation. There are three people. I don't know the specific situation. I don't know what their Wuhun and Soul skills are. But one thing I can tell. You, among the three people, the lowest soul is fifty. The other two are fifty-two. They are only twenty-three or four years old. When they break through fifty, they get the fifth soul ring. At that time, the Pope personally awarded the Wu Hun Temple Purple Record Medal, and also created the record of the Wu Hun Temple. And the other people they formed this team, no less than the soul of forty-five. This is what I know Everything."

Although Tang San has always known the power of Wuhun Temple. But at this moment, he realized how terrible the Wuhun Temple was.

Fifty-level, or three fifty-level..., the rest are all over forty-five. what does this mean?

Although Tang San is confident in himself. But what he saw at this time is indeed an insurmountable gap. The lowest level of the opponent is higher than the highest level of the party. Can such an opponent really win?

Looking at Tang Sanxuan’s eyes, Du Gubo sighed and said: “With your age, the current level is even more horrible than them, not to mention you have a soul bone. Don’t think too much, chances are As long as you don't take a detour, you will one day surpass them."

Tang San suddenly smiled. Perhaps it was because he had awakened the knot at the point of Solitary, and at this time, he was very transparent.

"Old monster, have you just said that? For a soul teacher, the importance of confidence. If I really avoid the war this time, then I will not be able to imagine the confidence in me. Even if I lose? Even if they can't beat them, can we still not protect ourselves? Only by working hard to understand the gap between the two sides. I will not give up."

Look at Tang San. There is something more unconscious in the eyes of Du Gubo. "Forget it. I am too lazy to care about you. Just casually. I am leaving. I am coming back from the old age, I have not eaten yet. Go for food."

After that, the green light flashed, and the figure of Du Gubo’s tall figure has disappeared.

The warmth spreads between the chests. When Du Gubo just came back, he first looked at himself. It was not for the few mothers to chase souls. It was his concern for himself. From the initial strong wariness, to the present, there is no defense.

Although the age of the two people is several times different, but from the solitary body, Tang San feels the same feelings as the master, and even more friends between the friendship, this is the turn of the year.

Du Gubo left. The first thing Tang San did was not cultivation, nor thinking, but sleeping.

Two days and two nights of sleeplessness, has already made his spirit overdraft, did not have enough rest, how can he start experimenting with his vision? Therefore, he chose to sleep without hesitation. And soon entered the dreamland.

......

The splendid Platinum main classroom, with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, is spacious and has a variety of treasures.

Saras sat behind his gorgeous desk, which was a little exaggerated. In front of him, there was a document, a document transferred from Notting City.

It must be said that the efficiency of the Wu Hun Temple is still very high, but a month's time, like a needle in a haystack, found the required documents from the registration files of the Wuhun Temple in each city.

Salas is already reading the document for the seventh time, but he still has some in his heart who can't believe what he sees is true.

The document placed in front of him is the information of a soul teacher. The name of this soul teacher is: Tang San.

The information is very detailed. From the first time in Tang San to the Wu Hun Temple registration, the identity of the soul teacher is confirmed. Every time he receives the soul teacher subsidy and the title promotion every time the soul ring is added, every detail has.

What kind of soul ring, how many levels of soul power, this is not the reason for Saras to look at the data for seven times. The reason why he repeated it so many times is actually just looking at that number, representing the age number. .

Fourteen, only fourteen. There are still a few months from the age of fifteen. More than 40 souls. Fourteen-year-old soul sect. Have a fourth soul ring or a million-year level.

After taking a picture of his forehead, Salas really didn't want to believe that it was true.

Standing up, Salas went to the bookcase behind the desk and lifted a thick book on the shelf. With a burst of sound, the bookcase slowly moved away from the side, revealing the wall.

There is a square metal plate on the wall, which emits a slight fluctuation of soul power. Obviously, this metal plate is a soul guide. Pressing the right palm, suddenly a layer of red light is emitted from the metal plate. In an instant, it covered the palm of Salas.

Another burst of sound, the metal plate slowly subsided, revealing a square space, space is small, only one square foot, there is a stack of documents.

Salas simply flipped over and extracted one of them, and on this document, the word "top secret" was marked.

There are only three sheets of paper in the bag, three of which are on the top. Saras looked carefully at the information and quickly found what he needed.

"Fifteen, sixteen, and sixteen, the youngest of them will reach the forty-level soul by the age of fifteen."

Slamming the information and making a slamming sound, Salas quickly closed the secret, and strode back to his desk, picked up the information of Tang San again, and saw the number in the eighth time.

"It’s one year older than the golden generation, blue silver grass, waste martial arts? It’s really interesting. Fortunately, he is just blue silver grass. But the speed of this Tang San’s soul is too fast. It’s full of souls. Blue silver grass. It seems that it should be mutated."

Salas apparently was not affected by the tough attitude of today's Snowy Night Emperor. He took a pen and quickly wrote a letter. Five words are left on the envelope, top secret, Pope Kai.

......

As night fell, a slender figure quietly penetrated into the woods behind Shrek College, moving fast on the familiar road, carrying a wooden box in his hand.

Her speed is very fast. Each pair of long legs will send out her body at least five meters away. For a while, the wooden house in the forest is already in sight.

The body bounced and quietly crossed the fence, and the two landings had already come to the front of the wooden house.

Quietly plunged into the wooden house, before she had any movements, a tough blue silver grass had been quietly wrapped around her long legs. The low voice sounded from the darkness, "Who?"

"Brother, it is me."

With the pleasing sound, the blue silver grass quietly receded, and Tang San lit up the oil lamp of the wooden house.