Douluo's Luck Points Full Melee Archer

Throughout the entire Tang Sect, perhaps because it was already night, Tang San walked along without encountering anyone.

In front of the Sutra Library, Tang San hesitated for a moment, and did not find any guards, so he carefully pushed open the door that had just closed, and slipped into it.

In a trance, he came to the top floor of the Sutra Library and stood in front of a special box.

All this went smoothly beyond his expectations, as if the things here were prepared for him.

While he was still thinking, his hands spontaneously went around the mechanism on the box and unconsciously opened the box. Several books lay quietly inside, making his heart beat faster unconsciously.

But when his eyes fell on the handwriting on the books, he was stunned.

Familiar memories returned to his brain, and at this time his memory had been fully restored.

He picked up several books and looked at the surrounding buildings with some nostalgia. Some details were actually a little fuzzy.

"Are you dreaming? So I have forgotten so many things?"

His expression was a little bitter, but he did not walk around, but chose to sit down on the spot.

With his hands caressing a few faded Tang Sect secrets, he somehow had the idea of ​​revisiting the Tang Sect classics.

"Forget it, maybe I'm too tired today, so I'll just follow my heart."

Tang San was no stranger to the idea of ​​impulsiveness. In his opinion, the dream he had today might be the reason for his unstable mind.

In that case, he would just do what he wanted, and he really missed the days back then. Putting aside his father and Xiao Wu, that was his happiest time.

Calming down, Tang San began to flip through the books in his hands page by page, reading with relish. Even though he had already memorized the contents, he was fully immersed in it.

Of course, in addition to him, Han Li was also reading with relish. Although he couldn't understand some of the contents at the first time, he was not in a hurry. The tool man was right in front of him, and if he still couldn't learn, he could really find a piece of tofu to kill himself.

Moreover, this was his girlfriend, so what was there to be dissatisfied about.

In this way, one person was recalling and the other was copying, and the two did not disturb each other, which was quite interesting.

When everything was recorded, Han Li did not deliberately guide the dream, but let Tang San play freely and outline the Tang Sect in his memory.

Under the control of Tang San's subconscious, the picture of the illusion began to jump rapidly.

First, Tang San was inexplicably noticed by Tang Da, and then, Tang San began to push all the way in the illusion, passing five levels and killing six generals, becoming the first person in the history of Tang Sect to be promoted from an outer sect to an inner sect disciple.

"Good guy, it turns out that in his subconscious, he is still the male protagonist of the cool article?"

Han Li felt a little funny, but he could understand it. After all, this was Tang San's "dream", and he could do whatever he wanted.

Of course, when Han Li was observing Tang San with interest, he did not forget to record all his routes and various techniques, which was surprisingly smooth.

As for the reason, of course, our cool male protagonist Tang San showed extremely excellent talent throughout the process.

He showed off his skills in the competition, gave guidance to his fellow disciples who were not so quick to understand, and showed great love to them. He cared about every fellow disciple equally. He had all these shining points. He was simply a template of a Tianjiao male protagonist who could not be better.

Tang San's performance in the illusion made Han Li's mouth twitch. He was so strong. He was really too strong.

If this was in the real world, Han Li would have to make some friends, but unfortunately there was no if.

"There is nothing to see. Forging iron and making hidden weapons are just a waste of time for me."

Han Li no longer followed this science fiction drama with Tang San as the protagonist.

"Since I'm here, it's really unreasonable not to give a gift."

Han Li's mouth was slightly curved, and he immediately interfered with the illusion.

Then, Tang San, who thought he was in a dream, was stunned. One second ago, he was in the ceremony of being promoted to a direct disciple, and the next second, he stood at the top of the Ghost Sees Sorrow.

The white robe he had worn before had turned into a gray robe again. Under the sharp mountain wind, the coldness spread all over his body.

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Tang San lowered his head, and the warm smile on his face disappeared. He clenched his hands tightly, and his veins bulged.

"Even in dreams, you won't let me go? I am obviously no longer the person I used to be, why do you want me to return to this moment?"

Tang San raised his head suddenly, but his face had become extremely hideous. This was something he would never want to mention to others, even Xiao Wu.

If he really died after jumping off the Ghost Sees Sorrow, then all this would naturally be fine. However, he could say that he died or not, and he had a new life again.

In the past, he always regarded himself as the heir of the Tang Sect, at least in his heart he told himself so, and he even planned to establish the Tang Sect.

But this dream, everything before was beautiful, but at this moment it ruthlessly tore open his heart, clearly reminding him that even if he had changed the world and changed a period of life, in the Tang Sect, he was still the outer disciple, the "thief" of that sect.

All this made him somewhat unacceptable.

"Tang San, you actually stole our Xuantian Treasure Record. The crime is heinous."

"Tang San, the Tang Sect raised you and taught you skills, but you actually did such a thing that is outrageous to both humans and gods..."

Just as he was silent, voices continued to grow in Tang San's mind, and faces continued to spread.

Soon, the scene exactly the same as in his memory appeared. More than a dozen Tang Sect elders had come to him and surrounded him.

"Do you really think so?"

Tang San stared at the Tang Sect elders in front of him and made a completely different choice from that time.

"Bold, Tang San, you traitor, you are so evil, but you still refuse to repent. Do you still want to quibble?"

An elder stepped forward and scolded him without any intention of answering him.

"Shut up."

Amid his scolding, Tang San's heart surged with nameless anger. This was his dream, why should he be scolded?

Many Tang Sect elders seemed to be shocked by his actions and stopped criticizing him.

"Have you ever seen an outer disciple make the incomparable Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus? Can you? Can you? Or can you?"

Tang San looked down at the elders with arrogance. With the help of dreams, he finally said what he had always wanted to say.

"It is obvious that the rules you set are unreasonable. Why can't I become an inner disciple just because I was picked up, but let that group of good-for-nothings easily learn things that I can't learn just by virtue of their birth."

"I didn't steal, but took, and took what should belong to me."

"You can apply. It's not that the sect doesn't accept geniuses, but you..."

An elder sighed and continued: "Taking without permission is called stealing. No matter how you beautify the facts, it is stealing."

"Stealing, who can prove it? As long as you are all dead, no one can prove it."

Tang San flashed a strange smile on his face and took out the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus from his arms. Today, he took this opportunity to kill his inner demon.

"Get out of the way."

Amid the exclamations of many voices, Tang San threw out the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, and then his smile froze on his face.

Those panicked voices did come from the mouths of the Tang Sect elders, but a scene completely opposite to their voices appeared.

They just shouted loudly, but their feet did not move, as if they were rooted in the same place, and even their expressions did not change, as if their voices and bodies were separated.

The Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus thrown by Tang San fell among the crowd at a very fast speed, and then after a "puff" sound, a puff of black smoke rose, and there was no more movement.

"Puff"

Another sound rang out, but this time it was not the effect of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, but an unknown elder laughed out loud.

"This is impossible."

Tang San shouted in disbelief, but his eyes revealed a little confusion.

Seemingly unable to accept it, Tang San frantically reached into his arms and threw the remaining two Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses to the crowd.

The gunpowder must have been damp before, it must be, Tang San shouted in his heart, his eyes fixed on the two Buddha's Wrath Tanglians flying back to the crowd.

This time, they can definitely be dealt with.

"Get out of the way."

The familiar shouts rang out again, but the elders still did not make any move to escape.

The same plot was repeated again, and with a puff, the two Buddha's Wrath Tanglians, which were more brilliant than last time, were silenced as before.

"Puff"

This time, there were more suppressed laughter in the crowd.

"Shut up, everyone, no laughing."

Standing in place, Tang San was going crazy, his eyes were red, he was panting like a cow, and he looked like he was ready to eat anyone.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

Tang San no longer had any idea of ​​slaying his inner demons, but rushed madly towards the three Buddha's Wrath Tanglians that fell on the ground in the crowd.

This was his most proud masterpiece, how could there be any problem.

He knelt on the ground, held it in his palm, and began to examine it.

That's right, that's right, and this is also right.

According to the contents of Xuantian Baojian, Tang San verified step by step, but the more he did so, the crazier he became.

They were all right, so why didn't it explode?

"Did you find any problems?"

A familiar voice came into Tang San's ears, and he woke up instantly.

"No."

Tang San answered subconsciously, turned his head and saw that Mr. Tang had come to the elders without knowing when.

"That proves that you have never created the real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus from the beginning to the end."

Mr. Tang's tone was very calm, but it was like an extremely sharp knife, stabbing into Tang San's heart fiercely.

"I have never created the real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus?"

Tang San looked at the metal lotus in his palm, but his heart gradually cooled down.

"That's right. Actually, you have never made a real Buddha's Wrath Lotus. These three toys are just an excuse to cover up your behavior. They are just the fantasy of a gambler and a thief."

"Is that right? Tang San?"

Mr. Tang's voice sounded again, but it sounded like a mountain breeze to Tang San's ears.

"No, I really made the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, exactly the same as what I saw in the classics. This is the proof. You can check it."

Tang San held the metal flower in his hand, and his state was almost crazy.

"There is no need for that. Haven't you proved it to us?"

A voice came from the crowd, breaking Tang San's last line of defense.

He wanted to find out who was speaking, but what he saw were the elders with the same expression.