Douluo: The soul skills are too abstract, Tang San burst into tears!.

Tang San stared at Bai Chenxiang, anger burning in his eyes. He angrily asked Bai Chenxiang:

"What did you say? Zhuge Lan ran away?"

"Tell me! Where did Zhuge Lan go?"

Tang San's voice was low and full of threats.

Bai Chenxiang was startled by Tang San's actions, and a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

Lu Lingfeng was the first to react.

"Let her go!"

Lu Lingfeng shouted and used his soul power to pounce towards Tang San.

"roll!"

Tang San roared loudly, then gathered soul power in his palm and pushed it towards Lu Lingfeng.

Lu Lingfeng was directly knocked away by this powerful attack, and hit the wall heavily, spitting out blood.

at this time.

The tribesmen in the audience were stunned by this sudden scene.

They looked at the angry Tang San and the grabbed Bai Chenxiang on the stage, their faces full of shock and helplessness. They had no idea what was going on.

Tang San's hands became even stronger. He moved the hand that was grabbing Bai Chenxiang's collar upwards and tightly pinched Bai Chenxiang's neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"You must know where he is! Tell me!"

"Tang San, quickly let go of the Young Master!"

Pei Xijun shouted loudly, his eyes full of anger and worry.

But at this time Tang San had completely lost his mind and he simply wouldn't listen to anyone.

Bai Chenxiang was pinched tightly by Tang San, and her originally fair neck was pinched red.

And the whole person was gradually lifted off the ground.

Bai Chenxiang struggled with both hands to grab Tang San's hands. Her breathing became violent and rapid. She spoke with difficulty:

"I don't know where he went... He just said he had to leave for something urgent."

After hearing this, Tang San became even more crazy and put even more strength in his hands.

Pei Xijun was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

at this time.

A small hand tugged at the hem of her skirt.

Pei Xijun looked down and saw that it was rumbling!

"Longlong! Why are you here? Get out of here with mom and dad!"

Pei Xijun shouted worriedly.

Longlong didn't say anything. He just spread out his other little hand, holding a round bag that seemed to be filled with some powder.

Longlong handed the thing in his hand to Pei Xijun and then ran away.

Pei Xijun looked at Long Long in confusion as he left. Then, she picked up the powder bag in her hand and smelled it.

His eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

It turned out that what Longlong gave her was a packet of fog powder. The fog powder was non-toxic and harmless, but the powder inside would form a smoke in a small area after being thrown out, which could make people in the powder mist unable to open their eyes.

Pei Xijun no longer hesitated, and suddenly threw the mist in his hand towards Tang San and Bai Chenxiang.

The powder instantly scattered in the air, forming a thick smoke that quickly enveloped Tang San and Bai Chenxiang.

Tang San only felt that everything in front of his eyes was suddenly white, he could not see anything, and the strength in his hands could not help but loosen.

And at this time.

Lu Lingfeng reacted quickly, aimed at Bai Chenxiang's position, rushed in, and broke Bai Chenxiang free from Tang San's hands.

Bai Chenxiang fell to the ground, gasping for breath, leaving a deep red mark on her neck.

Pei Xijun quickly ran to Bai Chenxiang, supported her body, and asked with concern:

"Xiang'er, are you okay?"

Bai Chenxiang nodded slightly, still breathing heavily, her voice trembling a little:
"I am fine."

Tang San broke free from the smoke, staring at the weak Bai Chenxiang, and said fiercely:

"If you don't tell me the whereabouts of Zhuge Lan, I will kill you all!" At this time, Lu Lingfeng endured the pain in his body and protected Pei Xijun and Bai Chenxiang behind him.

He smiled contemptuously at Tang San and said:
"Haha, don't forget, your opponent in the competition is me, not them!"

Tang San was angered by Lu Lingfeng's words, and he looked at Lu Lingfeng fiercely.

The aura around him suddenly became violent, and powerful soul power fluctuations spread out in all directions with him as the center.

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

Tang San said, the murderous intent in his eyes not diminished at all.

Lu Lingfeng saw the soul power fluctuations erupting around Tang San, and the spirit blue silver grass swaying in the wind.

His expression was somewhat solemn, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

"Whether you can stop it or not, you won't know until you try! Blue Silver Grass? It's just a rubbish spirit."

He clenched his fists, his spirit power rising continuously, ready to face Tang San's wrath.

"Since you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude!"

After Tang San finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and the blue silver grass instantly turned into fighting spirit and wrapped around his right fist.

He rushed straight towards Lu Lingfeng.

As a member of the Min clan, Lu Lingfeng was known for his speed. His original fighting style was guerrilla warfare with the enemy.

But he did not do so this time, but chose to confront Tang San head-on.

Because he also wanted to test the strength of his final opponent.

Lu Lingfeng also circulated the soul power in his body, transformed it into fighting spirit and gathered it in his right fist, and went forward to meet Tang San.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the two fists collided.

Lu Lingfeng's fist collided with Tang San's fist in the air, making a deafening sound.

The air was instantly filled with strong fluctuations of fighting spirit, and the surrounding trees were shaking continuously under the impact of this force.

however.

Tang San's strength was obviously stronger. The blue silver grass wrapped around his fist was like a storm, instantly defeating Lu Lingfeng's fighting spirit.

Lu Lingfeng only felt a huge force coming at him, and he lost his balance in an instant, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

Tang San also took a few steps back. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Lu Lingfeng could actually withstand his attack.

However, this also aroused his fighting spirit even more.

At this time, blood was flowing out of Lu Lingfeng's mouth. He used his soul power to force himself not to fall down, and the expression on his face turned pale.

"Trash is still trash after all."

Tang San looked at Lu Lingfeng, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground and gasping for air, and smiled coldly.

At this moment, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was about to give Lu Lingfeng the final blow to end his life.

"Ling Feng! Get out of the way!"

Pei Xijun cried out in grief.

Sudden.

At the moment when Tang San was about to launch an attack.

He fell backwards out of thin air, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Tang San felt as if he had been punched in the face by the air.

That familiar feeling comes back again...

The air punches that appeared from time to time on weekdays came again at this moment.

original.

Between the lightning and flint.

Bai Chenxiang took out the ball that Zhuge Lan gave him——

This “Tang San’s punching bag”!
Bai Chenxiang smashed the ball hard with her fist.

The punch feels soft, my hands don't hurt and it's very relaxing.

Next, we saw Tang San falling backwards out of thin air.

There was also a hint of surprise and doubt in her eyes:
What's going on? Could this be the effect of this ball? (End of this chapter)