Douluo: My Blue Silver Grass is not serious

At this time, it is the middle of the sun. The top of the mountain is undoubtedly very cold when there is no sunshine, but it is also closer to the sun. When the sun is full, the temperature is much higher than that on the flat ground.

The harsh sunlight can even cause sunburn on your skin.

But at this moment, the moment the white light spread over Tang San's body was instantly released, the disciples of the Haotian Sect all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The cold and murderous aura instantly spread to every corner of the front yard.

The chaotic sounds suddenly stopped as if they were cut off by a sharp blade.

Who would have thought that Tang San, who had a calm and honest face before, could actually release such tyrannical and murderous intent.

Tang San glanced around and almost immediately found the sect disciple who spoke first, a young man who looked about the same age as him.

Relying on his ability to identify the location by listening to the voice and his strong mental power, he locked onto it directly.

The rich murderous aura scattered in the surrounding air also condensed at this moment, all converging on this person.

The dissipated colorless murderous aura turned white again and appeared, like a bridge connecting Tang San and the young man. Tang San's dark blue eyes gained a layer of faint blood red.

Although Tang San didn't hone anything in the Killing City, he did pass the road to hell.

Naturally, not everyone can resist the murderous aura in his body.

After all, there is a realm of killing gods.

The young man in his early twenties was at the moment when the God of Death domain condensed on him.

His entire face suddenly changed drastically, and a heavy chill directly invaded his skin. In his eyes, Tang San seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty devil.

However, he is worthy of being a disciple of the Haotian Sect. Although he is not old, his cultivation is not shallow.

With a loud shout, black light surged from his right hand, and a black Clear Sky Hammer about one meter long suddenly came out, and four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, were released. With the powerful momentum of the martial soul, he could barely stabilize himself. My own wavering mood.

This was the Clear Sky Hammer, and if it were a lower spirit, it would probably have collapsed under the impact of Tang San's God of Killing Domain combined with his mental power.

Tang Xiao shouted:

"Tang San, don't be impudent in front of the elders."

Tang San didn't really intend to do anything. The white light subsided. As if he had done nothing, he faced Tang Xiao again and bowed.

"Greetings to the sect master and all the elders."

The five elders naturally felt the tyrannical murderous aura released from Tang San, and their expressions couldn't help but change. An elder with long white eyebrows said in a deep voice:

"Killing God Realm."

Tang San didn't hide it either.

"Exactly."

Another lanky elder sneered.

"You have inherited Tang Hao's evil talent, but what if you have good talent? If another Tang Hao comes out of the sect, I'm afraid it will be destroyed. You, a third-generation descendant, won't kneel down when you see us?"

Tang San hesitated for a moment, but he still knelt down, not only because he was surrounded by his elders, but also because of his father's debt to the sect.

"Tang San is willing to forgive his father's sins and do his best to help the sect regain its glory. I ask the sect master and elders to allow me to recognize my ancestor and return to the sect."

The slender old man said angrily:

"Fart, just blame your father for what he did. Don't even think about returning to the sect. You are his son and that evil soul beast. You are just a bastard. Although the Haotian Sect has closed the mountain gate, it will not let a bastard Return to the clan."

"Seventh brother, be careful what you say, there are so many juniors watching."

The long-browed old man frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

Hearing the word bastard, Tang San's expression suddenly became calmer. Still kneeling there, he slowly raised his head and looked at the thin elder.

"Who are you calling a bastard?"

Although he did not release the Killing God Realm, the chill released from his body at this time was even colder than before.

Tang Xiao did not stop Tang San from questioning the thin elder, and his face was livid with anger at this time.

"Just you, little bastard."

The anger on the thin elder's face was undisguised, and his body was already trembling with excitement.

"If Tang Hao hadn't caused trouble to the sect by that beast, my eldest son would not have been attacked and died by the Spirit Hall on the way to purchase for the sect."

"That's enough, Lao Qi, if you don't control your emotions, leave here."

The long-browed old man was obviously the most respected among the five elders. Hearing the thin elder's unyielding and graceless abuse, he became a little angry.

Something surprising happened, Tang San suddenly faced the thin elder and kowtowed three times in a row.

"I'm sorry, Seventh Elder. I apologize to you on behalf of my father for the mistakes he made back then. However, your real enemy should be the Spirit Hall, not our father and son."

When he said these words, Tang San's expression looked very sincere, and he kowtowed three times very hard. When he raised his head again, bloodshot eyes already appeared on his forehead.

You know, given the toughness of his skin, it was obvious that he had used unusual force to cause such damage.

And he didn't use any soul power for protection.

The thin elder sneered:

"Will this make up for the pain of losing my son? I am not the only one affected by the Tang Hao incident, but the entire sect. If he knows his fault, he should come back and commit suicide to thank the sect."

Tang San stood up, seemingly not hearing the seventh elder's words, and his originally sincere eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Although I don't think my father can be entirely blamed for what happened to the sect, but after all, my father was at fault and implicated the sect, so I apologize to you."

"However, your previous words have insulted my late mother, but I must seek justice. Seventh Elder, I challenge you to die without any regrets."

The few words he said were categorical, even though he looked ugly and had a mediocre temperament.

But at this moment, everyone in the Haotian Sect felt the strong and sturdy aura from Tang San.

The lanky seventh elder was stunned for a moment.

"You want to challenge me?"

Tang San said with certainty:

"Yes. Please give me advice from the Seventh Elder."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The seventh elder laughed loudly, and the wild laughter with its rich soul power seemed to make the entire Haotian Sect tremble.

"You, a junior, are worthy of challenging me. If Tang Hao says this, it's almost the same."

Tang Long on the side secretly cursed in his heart, if Tang San's father were here, would you dare to challenge him?

However, he saw that Tang Xiao beside him still remained silent, letting Tang San handle it on his own, so naturally he wouldn't say anything more.

He knew that this was not because his father, as the leader of the sect, was unable to compete with the elders, but that Tang Xiao was giving Tang San a chance and taking the opportunity to test Tang San's ability.

Tang San looked at the seventh elder quietly and said calmly:

"Don't you dare?"

These four simple words were like a slap in the face of the seventh elder.

The laughter stopped abruptly. As one of the five elders of Haotian Sect, this seventh elder had a very high status in the sect. Even Tang Xiao would give him a third.

How could he bear it when he was so provoked by a junior from another generation?

Just when the seventh elder was about to speak, Elder Changmei said calmly:

"Young people can be arrogant, but they cannot be arrogant. You have never returned to the sect, and you are not yet a member of the sect. I will not punish you according to the sect's rules."

"However, you despise our sect, and the sect will not give up. Where is Tang Hu?"

"Second uncle."

A sturdy man who looked about forty years old walked out of the crowd. When he walked out of the crowd, the three generations of disciples made way for him, which showed his status in the sect.

Elder Changmei said calmly:

"Just spar with him. Although the Haotian Sect has retired, no one can provoke him."

Obviously, he never admitted that Tang San was a member of the Haotian Sect.

A faint sound sounded in Tang San's ears.

"This Tang Hu's strength is not inferior to mine, and his soul power has reached level 64. Be careful."

The voice belonged to Tang Long. This third-generation Xi, who looked rough on the outside, was very thoughtful in his thoughts.

But what surprised Tang San was that the elder with long eyebrows actually glanced at Tang Long, as if he had also heard Tang Long's slurred words.

Tang San looked at Elder Changmei.

"Elder, if I win, am I qualified to challenge the seventh elder?"

Elder Changmei glanced at him, his eyes as calm as the ocean. On the surface, this elder didn't show any aura, but Tang San vaguely felt that he seemed to be more dangerous than his uncle Tang Xiao.

"can."

The seventh elder snorted disdainfully.

"Tang Hu, if you lose, I will imprison you for one year."

Tang Hu didn't speak. Contrary to Tang Long's wildness, this third-generation elite of the Haotian Sect looked very gloomy, with a face as deep as water, but his whole person was unusually calm.

He was tall but not thick, and he did not have any mood swings because of the words of the two elders.

Tang San knew that the opponent he was about to face was by no means an easy opponent.

The once most outstanding disciple of the third generation of the No. 1 sect in the world was by no means so easy to deal with.

"Tang Hu, level 64 attack spirit emperor. Please."

Tang Hu made a gesture of invitation towards Tang San. In terms of etiquette, Tang Hu was very elegant.

"Tang San, sixty-two level control system fighting spirit emperor. Please."

When they heard Tang San say his soul power level, the entire Haotian Sect disciples couldn't help but burst into an uproar. It seemed that Tang San was much younger than Tang Hu.

Even Tang Long only broke through level 60 at the age of thirty.

"Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?"

The seventh elder who was clamoring before suddenly asked.

Tang San turned to look at him. Although he didn't have a good impression of this seventh elder, considering the pain of losing his son, he could somewhat understand his mood at the moment.

"Just turned twenty."

The surroundings fell silent, and Tang Hu, who was standing opposite Tang San, twitched his facial muscles slightly.

Before Tang San came to the sect, although Tang Hao boasted for him a lot, it was only limited to Tang Xiao and a few of Tang Xiao's closest third-generation disciples.

As for the elders and the other three generations of disciples, they naturally didn't know his situation. What Tang Xiao wanted was Tang San's amazing effect today.

Just turned twenty.

A few simple words made the five elders move at the same time. The five of them looked at each other and made some judgments in their hearts.

The original Tang Hao was already hailed as a rare genius in the Haotian Sect, but this son in front of him seemed to be even more outstanding than he was before.

Twenty years old and sixty-two years old, plus a God of Death realm, he does have the arrogance.

Elder Longmei waved his hand and said:

"let's start."

The soul power level was important, but it didn't mean everything, not to mention that Tang Hu was one level higher than Tang San and had one more soul ring.

The higher the level of a soul master, the greater the difference in strength within one soul ring.

What's more, Tang Hu's martial spirit is the Haotian Hammer, the top weapon spirit that the Haotian Sect is blessed with.

He still didn't believe that Tang San could make up the gap with Tang Hu with only one God of Killing Domain.

The black light shone, and Tang Hu's aura suddenly became condensed. In the rich black light, the black Clear Sky Hammer with a hammer handle about three meters long and as big as a bucket appeared in his right hand with a thick black light.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black, six soul rings are arranged neatly and orderly on the Clear Sky Hammer.

As soon as the Clear Sky Hammer came out, Tang Hu's temperament immediately changed. Compared with the previous gloominess, he was now like solid granite, standing there without any flaws.

This was the first time Tang San faced an opponent with the Clear Sky Hammer. He didn't dare to be careless and released his Blue Silver Grass.

A piece of crystal blue silver grass appeared out of thin air like a long whip in Tang San's right hand. Under the strong sunlight, the golden thread in the blue silver grass was clearly visible.

"Wait a minute, his martial spirit is not the Clear Sky Hammer. Who put him into the sect? Where were the disciples who were on duty yesterday?"

The Seventh Elder shouted and once again interrupted the competition between Tang San and Tang Hu.

Before the disciples on duty came out, Tang Long stood aside and said calmly:

"Seventh Elder, haven't you heard of twin martial souls, a term specific to the soul master world?"

The disciples of the Haotian Sect are better off. In their understanding, the Haotian Hammer is the best martial spirit in the world, and nothing can compare with the Haotian Hammer.

But the expressions of some older third-generation disciples and several elders changed.

I was even more surprised than before when I heard that Tang San reached level 562 at the age of twenty.

If it is said that cultivation level can also be improved through hard work and luck.

Then, twin martial souls are talents, unique talents.

Elder Changmei stared at Tang Long.

"You mean, like the current Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall, he also has a twin spirit?"

Tang Long nodded.

"Tang San inherited his father's Clear Sky Hammer and his mother's Blue Silver Emperor. Xiao San, show your hammer to the elders."

The crystal blue silver grass was quietly recovered, and Tang San didn't even have time to release the spirit ring.

He spread out his left hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer, which was more than a foot long, lay peacefully in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, black light surged around the Clear Sky Hammer.

Those present were all direct members of the Clear Sky Sect, so they naturally recognized that this was the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Let the competition continue."

The long-browed elder waved his hand, but there was already a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer was replaced with blue silver grass, yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black.

Six soul rings circled out.

There was a quiet rhythm surrounding Tang San's body.

"Be careful."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, the fourth spirit ring on his body lit up.

Without any warning, sixteen sparkling blue silver grasses rose into the sky from around Tang Hu's body and condensed instantly.

Blue Silver Grass's fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Cage. (End of chapter)