Douluo: I am an extraterrestrial demon

Chapter 167 Tang San Drugged by Yu Xiaogang

Tang San felt himself being pierced into his body fiercely by that icy object, his legs were swinging non-stop, and then there was severe pain coming from below, and there was a slight warmth feeling, it was his flower. blood from a ruptured child.

The enthusiasm on the majestic middle-aged face has faded a lot, and he said indifferently:
"Tang San, the third stage of Chrysanthemum Power, level: low level!"

The middle-aged man's words had just blurted out, but it was no accident that there was a commotion of ridicule on the field.

"San Duan, as I expected, this "genius" is still standing still this year."

"Hey, this trash really embarrasses our Shrek Village."

"If it weren't for his teacher and the village chief being good friends, this kind of waste would have been kicked out of Shrek long ago, and left to fend for itself. There is no chance of staying in the village."

"Who said it wasn't."

The taunts from around poured into Tang San's ears like a spell, and the eyes of Tang San who had just been lowered from the stone pillar gradually filled with killing intent.

These people humiliated him in such a way, and ridiculed him to the fullest, they really deserved death!
"Little San, are you okay?" Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder with a bitter expression on his face, "Little San, I know that incident had a great impact on you back then, hey, next time if you still can't recover If you don’t have talent, we, the master and the apprentice, will probably be kicked out of the village.”

He said with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Teacher, I'm a little tired." After being slapped by Yu Xiaogang, Tang San restrained the killing intent in his eyes. He had to figure out what was going on first. Is it a dream?
Seeing Tang San walking away with his hands on his buttocks, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his eyes became firmer, as if he had made up his mind.

At night, the moonlight was thick, Tang San was lying on the bed trying to cultivate Xuantian Kungfu, for some reason, he found that his Tang Sect's unique skills were useless here, and he couldn't practice at all, but Tang San still didn't want to give up.

How could he not take revenge for today's humiliation, but how could he take revenge without the strength.

dong dong!

Yu Xiaogang came in with the soup, seeing Tang San sitting cross-legged, he was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses and walked to Tang San's side.

"Little San, it's time to drink the medicine."

Tang San looked at the black-brown soup in Yu Xiaogang's hand, feeling very uncomfortable in his stomach. For some reason, this soup smelled like feces, and he didn't know what medicinal materials were used to make it. Like eating shit.

But looking at Yu Xiaogang's eager eyes, he also knew that he had to drink this medicine today.

So he could only put on a bitter face, picked up the medicine bowl, and gulped it down into his mouth. As long as he drank it fast enough, the smell of excrement would not be able to catch up with him.

"Teacher, can you tell me what Master Chrysanthemum is? I kind of forgot."

After drinking the medicine, Tang San rubbed his overwhelmed stomach, resisted the feeling of vomiting with super perseverance, wiped his mouth and asked.

"Of course." Yu Xiaogang sat on the head of the bed, shaking the whole bed.

"Xiao San, chrysanthemum master is the most noble profession in this world. What you cultivate is the power of chrysanthemum. The realm is divided into chrysanthemum power, chrysanthemum master, chrysanthemum master, great chrysanthemum master, chrysanthemum spirit, chrysanthemum king, chrysanthemum emperor, chrysanthemum sect, etc. Wait, and you are now in the stage of polishing the power of the chrysanthemum, which is the initial stage of the chrysanthemum master's practice."

Suddenly, Tang San, who was listening to Yu Xiaogang's popular science, felt a little dizzy, "Teacher, why do I feel a little weak?"

Yu Xiaogang raised the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, Xiaosan, this is just a normal reaction after taking the medicine."

"Teacher, but I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Little San, if the teacher says it's okay, it's okay. You have to trust the teacher. Let me continue to tell you that the power of the chrysanthemum cultivates a chrysanthemum. That Chrysanthemum"

As he was talking, Tang San's body suddenly softened and he fell onto the bed.

"Teacher, what's wrong with me, I feel like I can't move."

Tang San faced the bed, feeling that his body was pressed by a ghost, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.

"Little San, it should be a physical problem, let Teacher Wei come and take a look at it for you."

Yu Xiaogang stood up, unbuttoned Tang San's clothes, and carefully examined Tang San's body.

"Teacher, why did you take off your own clothes?"

"It's a bit hot in this room, let me continue to show you if it's okay."

"Teacher, what are you doing sitting on the bed?"

"Standing is uncomfortable."

"Teacher, what are you going to do?!"

"Little San, don't blame me as a teacher, everything is for your future."

"Ok?"

"Ah! Teacher don't want it!"

In the room, Tang San's voice gradually became fiercer.

"what!"

Tang San woke up screaming, his eyes were bloodshot.

In the illusion, he experienced all kinds of pain. At first, it was just a simple punishment, and then he gradually became abnormal. Although he came out of the illusion, he knew that it was all fake, but he felt that he could no longer face the teacher.

Now when he thinks of Yu Xiaogang's face, his body trembles,
Then the voice of the thorns sounded again,
"The sixth test of the God of Suffering is completed, the soul bone skill is rewarded, fart like thunder."

I saw a ray of divine light appearing from the void, passing through Tang San's body, penetrating into his spinal spirit bones, a sense of warmth penetrating his body from top to bottom,
This is an active attack type soul skill, which can release a foul-smelling loud fart to disgust the enemy.

And it doesn't consume much spirit ability, as long as Tang San is willing, he is a mobile source of pollution.

Sounds good. A yarn!
What is farting like thunder? Isn't this the soul skill of his teacher?
How could he, Tang San, use such a disgusting soul skill, and this is the only reward for the divine test?

For a moment, he felt the deep malice from the God of Suffering.

"Thorn, what's going on?" Tang San took a deep breath, and then asked angrily.

"This is the ability to assess the ability that is automatically formed according to your illusion. For example, if you are burned by fire in the illusion, you will get the ability of flames. If you are blown by the wind, you will get the ability of wind. I don't know what will happen. soul skills." Thorn spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

"Then I don't want this soul skill, can I change it?" Tang San's expression turned green as if he had eaten Xiang Xiang.Feeling that he has worked so hard and suffered all kinds of humiliation to complete the sixth test, so this thing is rewarded?

"Sorry, once the reward is sent out, it will not be returned or exchanged." Thorn's voice was still extremely mechanical, without any emotional fluctuations, and he looked businesslike.

"But the successors, please rest assured, this is just a special case, and this situation will not happen again with other assessment rewards."

"Okay." Seeing what Thorn said, Tang San could only choose to believe, accepting the reward with a dark face, at worst he would never use this spirit ability.

"Whether to open the seventh test, the seventh test will reward ten levels of soul power, and a god-given soul ring."

Hearing the seventh trial, Tang San, who instinctively wanted to refuse, froze for a moment. This generous reward made him unable to say the words of rejection. Could it be to compensate himself for the reward of the sixth trial? The rewards are so generous.

Although he wanted to take a break, but thinking of the increasingly anxious situation in the mainland and Xiao Wu who was already lying in someone else's arms, he gritted his teeth: "Start the seventh test."

Time waits for no one, he must become stronger as soon as possible in order to defeat Wuhundian and get Xiao Wu back.

"The seventh trial of the God of Suffering, the suffering of waste, and the opening of the three-year covenant."

"From now on, inheritors will not be able to use any skills.

Soul power or technique-like hidden weapons must be pretended to be an ordinary person, and the duration is three years. During this period, the information of the divine test cannot be disclosed to anyone, nor can it be known by any other means. The successor is required to strictly complete the divine test. Otherwise, you will lose your qualifications to inherit the throne! "

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Tang San's originally resolute expression suddenly became a little dull, what kind of ghost test is this.

Originally, although he thought that the rewards of this divine test were so generous that it would not be easy, but he never thought it would be so strange.

Three years of waste?

He was in a hurry to take the exam because he wanted to hurry up. Is this going to waste three years of his time?
If possible, Tang San really didn't want to take this divine test, but the price of not completing the divine test was losing the qualification to inherit the god position.

God!
He went through all kinds of pains to complete the first six exams, how could he just give up like this!
And without the inheritance of the god position, what would he use to fight against the Wuhun Palace, what would he use to get Xiao Wu back, and what would he use to heal his lost roots?
"The seventh trial does not limit the venue, but you can't stay in the secret realm. Successors, please be prepared, the secret realm will be closed soon." Thorn's indifferent words penetrated into Tang San's mind.

"Five, four, three"

The mechanical timer sounded.

Tang San was startled suddenly, "Wait!"

　At the end of the month, kill me with a monthly ticket, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)