Douluo’s Uchiha Madara

In the morning of 2nd day, the morning light was faint, but Madara had already set off and came to the mountainside for exercise. His strength relies on hard work accumulated over a long period of time, not falling from the sky.

Madara never takes it as pain, but enjoys it. After all, the feeling of become-stronger is fascinating, isn’t it?

Madara glanced at Prince Ann, who was sleeping under the hammered tree, looked at his bloody fists, slightly nodded.

Although this youngster said that innate talent is rubbish, if there is a perseverance, it is not difficult to become an expert.

“What is your Spirit?” Madara gently kicked the sleeping Prince and asked directly.

“Teacher, here you are! My Spirit is a violent folding fan!” Prince Ann rubbed his sleepy eyes, realizing that Madara was in front of him and jumped up with joy and immediately replied.

“Wind Attribute, folding fan?” Madara raised her eyebrows, but secretly searched for her previous experience in her heart.

“Yes! I can send Wind Element attacks through the folding fan!” Prince Ann introduced his Spirit very modestly.

“From now on, don’t use Spirit to cut it open with your Wind Attribute spirit power!” Madara grabbed a leaf and handed it to Prince Ann in front of him. He was puzzled. Said with a look.

“This? What’s the use?” Prince asked weakly. Although he was very arrogant before, he still hopes you will put aside your humility and ask for advice for people far better than yourself.

“If you ask you to do it, just do it! Don’t ask why!” Madara no trace of politeness scolded, her face as serious as ice cubes.

“Well then!” Prince said quietly.

“Come to me when you can completely cut off these leaves!” Madara stretched out her hand and gently grabbed her head. All the leaves on the leafy tree trunk were turned over. Ripped off in the air.

Madara then ignored him and left under his watch.

“I will definitely do it!” Prince Ann looked at the disappearing blood color back, turned his head to look at the pile of fallen leaves, and forcibly encouraged himself.

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“I don’t know if Little San’s injury is better today?” After finishing her exercise, Madara hurried towards Tang San’s direction.

“No one?” Madara just felt a little, and she understood the situation in the room, and there was no one.

Madara was a little confused. Tang San was just injured and even after recovering, he is now impossible to run around. Is something wrong?

Madara without the slightest hesitation turned on her own Sage Mode, and the auras of everyone in the Blue Tyrant Academy swarmed into his mind. Soon she found Tang San and Little Wu’s auras, It’s just that there is a tyrannical aura next to it, firmly blocking them in front of them.

“There is still such a short eye?” Madara’s good mood was instantly destroyed, her footsteps turned slightly, turning into a blood red lightning moved towards that direction.

When Madara arrived, Zhao Wuji, Flender and others were already there. Everyone eagerly looked at Tang San who was standing in the center with difficulty.

Madara was finally able to see the tyrannical aura Master. It was a white haired old man with a height of ten feet and muscles like iron essence, and a white haired old man with a strong sense of strength. Spirit faintly exudes Douluo’s aura.

Beside this old man, Tai Nuo and Tai Long, who were educated by fiercely yesterday, were extremely worried and were going around there.

It seems that yesterday was not enough! You must not spare them this time!

Madara understood the situation at a glance. There is no doubt that this is the rhythm of the small and the big, and the big and the old rhythm.

Madara again saw that Elderly was just releasing her oppressive aura, not at all, and only slightly sighed in relief after he did it.

Madara drew her weapon and wanted to rush up but was grabbed by Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji whispered: “Calm down! Madara don’t help now! Little San has reached an agreement with Tai Tan Old Master. As promised, once regretted, Little San will not be able to gain a foothold in Spirit Master’s world!”

“What promise? I only saw them bully the weak!”

Madara did her best Zhao Wuji’s struggle almost made Zhao Wuji uncontrollable, and he was shocked at the speed of Madara’s power growth.

Oscar wanted Madara to calm down, so he said this remark: “Madara big brother, calm down first! Little San, just agreed with this old fellow to support her for 5 minutes of time after her death! Whoever loses must join the clan on the other side!”

Originally, Oscar’s purpose was to calm Madara as quickly as possible, but didn’t expect to have the opposite effect to make Madara even more impossible to restrain one’s anger.

Looked at Tang San, who was struggling to support his persistence on the court, his bones were all pressed by the imposing-manner of the old fellow and crackled.

In the end, it seemed that I couldn’t resist it at all. I tried my best to use Eight Spider Lances, and even the blood was overflowing in my mouth, and it looked like it was exhausted.

The three tomoes in Madara’s eyes are turning faster and faster, and they seem to be deformed again, and there is a trace of hideous expression on her face: “It is really bully intolerably! Let Little San be their slaves!”

“We will solve this! Don’t be impulsive!” Fenderer also rushed over to remember the abnormal eye condition when Madara lost control that day, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

“Okay! You guys let me go first!” Madara broke free from Zhao Wuji’s bear hug, and the corners of her mouth turned up to a dangerous arc.

other people looked Madara, who was calm and strange at this moment, suddenly had a premonition of calm before the rainstorm.

“For Little San not to break their gambling agreement? Then there is only one way!” Madara muttered to herself.

“Not good!!! Stop him!” The other people haven’t realized what’s going on. Yu Xiaogang, who has always understood Madara’s personality, suddenly complexion greatly changed.

A huge cyan left arm moved towards Tai Nuo father and son and the two swept in the direction with an unstoppable imposing-manner.

The two did not expect Madara to make a sudden move. In a hurry, Tai Nuo pushed his son out of the attack range, but he was smashed into the huge building by fiercely.

The audience fell silent for an instant, and everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but turn to Madara, who kept his left arm extended.

This cold voice, like a voice from hell, is obviously not loud, but I want to be in everyone’s ears: “Can’t you just kill them all, isn’t it all right?”

” Son!” Tai Tan didn’t care about betting any more at this time. Seeing Tai Nuo who was swept into the building without knowing his life or death, he roared in grief.

“Where’s the boy! Who dares to hurt the clans of our strength!” Tai Tan turned around and suddenly became possessed by Spirit. The burly body that was originally zhang high was elevated again. This soul also shows his identity as Spirit Douluo.

“Since it is your incense! Then destroy you before he burns out!” Madara said with a bloody smile in a low voice.