Douluo: I have a copy space

Chapter 130 Tang San exposes the Clear Sky Hammer

At night, Li Minghong lay on the bed with his arms around the sleeping Ning Rongrong, the twinkling light in his eyes very obvious in the dark night.

'Yu Xiaogang was completely obsessed with victory. He didn't think about anything but letting Tang San win to prove that his theory was correct. '

Although Tang San was a hypocrite, his thoughts were relatively normal, and he was just extremely egoistic.

But Yu Xiaogang's desire was so strong that it even distorted his thoughts.

'Although Yu Xiaogang is not good at theory, who gave him a good apprentice? '

If Li Minghong had not appeared in Douluo Continent, according to normal development, Tang San would eventually become the strongest soul master in the continent and then become a god.

And Yu Xiaogang also inherited Tang San's blessing, and is known as the strongest theory in the mainland.

After all, history is adapted by the victors. As long as the public opinion is reversed, who cares whether it is true or false?

It can be seen from the fact that Yu Xiaogang's theory has not appeared in Dou Er that Yu Xiaogang's theory is not actually recognized by people. It's just that those later generations did not mention this matter, but just mentioned it. The theory is hidden or modified, hiding its true identity.

'You can be persistent, but not too persistent. '

Li Minghong didn't think any more, calmed down and started to use the Xuantian Technique.

After experiencing this incident, Tang San's mood was always wrong.

According to Li Minghong's observation, although Tang San would appear calm and relaxed after defeating the opponent's team before, that was all just an act.

Now Tang San really didn't seem to care about these things.

This doesn't mean that Tang San's state of mind has improved, but that there is something going on in his mind.

'What are you thinking about? '

Li Minghong was a little curious.

The day passed like this again, and the ranking competition gradually came to an end.

At night, Tang San walked alone on the street.

"Isn't it an excuse that my body has not fully recovered?"

Just now Yu Xiaogang found Tang San and said this.

It is not his excuse that his body has not fully recovered. In the final analysis, he is not strong enough.

Tang San's heart was still aching. To him now, Yu Xiaogang was even more respected than Tang Hao, his master, or even his father.

Tang Hao had been indifferent to him since he was a child, and he even did something like peeling off his own soul bone and giving it to Li Minghong before, which made Tang San feel despairing towards Tang Hao. sense of disappointment.

Tang San believed that most of the kindness he received from growing up to this point came from Yu Xiaogang.

Now that Yu Xiaogang said these words, although Tang San felt very sad, he also vaguely believed that it was his problem in the final analysis.

"If I can use the Clear Sky Hammer, does that mean I can become a truly more powerful genius than Li Minghong?"

Tang San had no worries about using the Clear Sky Hammer, because he was afraid that his identity as the son of Clear Sky Douluo would be discovered by the Spirit Hall.

"Damn it, why is Sora so powerful but unable to use it! Why!"

Tang San looked ferocious, and this aggrieved feeling made Tang San feel depressed all the time.

"As long as I use this power, Li Minghong will never be able to hold me down again!"

This thought was like a maggot attached to the bone, making it difficult for Tang San to stop thinking about it.

The aura on his body rose, and a layer of black material appeared on the surface. This was the ability Tang San had awakened before: blackening.

When Tang San was in a violent mood, this ability would be activated involuntarily.

But then, the black substance gradually faded away, and Tang San took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"We can't go as fast as this."

Ever since the last incident of possessing an external soul bone, Tang San had been taught a profound lesson.

"Let's go back"

Tang San decided to go back and continue practicing.

Late at night.

A ghostly figure wanders the street.

"The Pope asked me to check out the corrupt abilities of Shrek's people, and they actually have the same aura as this."

This man was the ghost. He looked at the rag in his hand, which was given to him by the Pope.

According to the Pope, this rag came from a strange and mysterious alien space, and the Pope also entered it accidentally.

When those servants reported to Bibi Dong the strange performance of Shrek Academy in the ranking competition, the more Bibi Dong heard about it, the more he felt that it was the same alien space that he had encountered before.

As for Gui Mei, because the nature of his martial soul is very similar to that of the different space, he is also the most sensitive to this kind of aura, so Bibi Dong asked Gui Mei to investigate this matter.

Just when Gui Mei wanted to go back to Bibidong to report, he passed by the resting place of the Imperial Fighter Academy.

Glancing around, he suddenly saw a sect hanging on the door of a house: Huang Dou Sentai Tang San.

"Surnamed Tang? Anyone named Tang must die!"

Gui Mei remembered the war many years ago, and he was seriously injured by the man named Tang in that war!

After the war, the deep wound remained on his body. When Gui Mei woke up from the pain every night, he would think of the hateful face of the man named Tang!
Then he appeared directly in Tang San's room.

"Who!"

Tang San stood up instantly, but his speed was as slow as a turtle in front of the Titled Douluo.

"Uh!"

Tang San was directly grabbed by the ghost's neck and pushed against the wall.

"Is your boy called Tang San?"

Tang San struggled desperately, 'So strong. This person's strength is something I have never seen before.'

Tang San didn't even have room to struggle. He felt that his life and death depended on the thought of the person in front of him.

"Who are you!"

Tang San struggled to ask, he didn't want to die so unclearly.

"Haha. It doesn't matter who I am, I just need to know that you are Tang San."

"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!"

The ghost pinched Tang San's neck, looked at Tang San's face, and inexplicably thought of Tang Hao's face in his mind, and added a little more strength to his hands.

"Death! Tang Hao! I want you to die!"

Tang San felt a feeling of being about to suffocate, and tried his best to struggle out of the hands of the man in front of him.

He doesn't want to die!

"No, no, if you kill the people participating in the qualifying match at this time, the Pope will be angry."

After all, the teams that are still here are all dark horses, especially the Imperial Fighting Team, and Gui Mei has heard about it as far away as the Spirit Hall.

Killing Tang San at this critical point would undoubtedly bring a lot of trouble.

Thinking about it, the strength in his hand weakened a bit.

This gave Tang San room to breathe, 'This person... is actually from the Spirit Hall? '

'And this person was calling my father's name before. If nothing else, this person was one of the people who forced my mother to death! '

Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes began to spit fire.

"Tell me, is Tang Hao a coward? Hahaha! We forced his wife to death, but he dared not show up for more than ten years. Tell me, is he a coward?"

"Not only Tang Hao, the entire Haotian Sect is also a coward."

"Kid! You said it too! You said Tang Hao was a coward! He was a scumbag!"

Tang San stared at the ghost, "You are a bastard!"

The hatred of mother-killing is irreconcilable!How could he, Tang San, think of something that was against scripture!
"Huh? You won't tell me?"

"Is it possible that Tang Hao is your father? Why don't you scold Tang Hao with me?"

"Oh! I understand! You are worried about Tang Hao's revenge! You are a coward!"

At this moment, Gui Mei felt that someone seemed to be coming outside the house, so he let go of Tang San, took a deep look at the place, and disappeared into the night.

"Tang San, what happened?"

The person who came was none other than Meng Shenji, and he felt a very unsettling aura in Tang San's room.

Then he came to Tang San and helped him up. He noticed the red mark on Tang San's neck and narrowed his eyes.

"It's Wuhun Palace! People from Wuhun Palace!"

Tang San said angrily.

"Martial Soul Hall?"

Meng Shenji frowned slightly. If Wuhundian was involved, he wouldn't be sure.

Patted Tang San on the shoulder, "Have a good rest, I'll go investigate what this matter is."

Then disappeared here.Tang San felt the pain coming from his neck and murmured softly.

"Am I a coward?"

Suddenly he remembered what Yu Xiaogang said to him: "Xiaosan, don't expose your Clear Sky Hammer, and you must hide your identity. If Wuhun Palace finds out, you will definitely be in trouble."

With that said, he summoned the Clear Sky Hammer spirit, "Is the Clear Sky Sect a coward? Is Tang Hao a coward? No! None of them are cowards! I, Tang San, am not a coward either!"

After a while, Tang San just regained consciousness.

The window was suddenly opened by someone.

Tang San immediately took out a dragon whisker needle from the space storage soul guide and shot it toward the window.

"Who!"

"Holy shit! Tang San! Are you going to kill me?"

The person who came was none other than Feng Xiaotian.

"What are you doing here?"

Tang San didn't remember any interactions between him and Feng Xiaotian. The only time he faced them was during the preliminaries.

"Hey, don't be so vigilant. We are strangers once, we are familiar with each other, and we are friends three times and four times. This is the fourth time we have met!"

As he spoke, he was about to put his arm around Tang San's neck, but Tang San directly summoned a dagger and placed it next to his neck.

This made Feng Xiaotian freeze in place in embarrassment, and then retracted his arm angrily.

"Ahem, I came here mainly because I have something to do with you."

Tang San nodded, "Say."

"I think you must be very worried about how to maintain your winning streak in the future. After all, you have never lost a game so far. There are so many people laughing at you now. If you fail, then those people will The insults will drown you out."

Tang San frowned when he heard this, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Feng Xiaotian always had a frivolous smile on his lips, "My Shenfeng Academy's winning streak is enough to qualify for the next finals, and I also checked, your Royal Dou Team can still play two games, but as long as one A win will lead to promotion.”

"So, I give you two choices now. One is to fight with me, Kamikaze Academy. As long as you defeat me, I will let Kamikaze Academy admit defeat, or you can meet the next academy and you continue the wheel battle."

Tang San snorted coldly, "I don't believe you would be so kind."

Feng Xiaotian said easily: "Of course! Why do I go to so much trouble to find you when I have no purpose? It's all your fault for being such a pretentious person! Let Huo Wu tell me that if I want to be with her, I must defeat you!"

Tang San frowned, "Don't you think it's child's play? To block your reputation for a woman, have you ever thought about what you would do if you lose?"

Feng Xiaotian laughed and said: "For Huo Wu, I can win everything! I don't care about winning or losing, I just want to prove myself to Huo Wu!"

"Is it worth it?" After hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Tang San said softly.

Feng Xiaotian nodded, "It's worth it, so what if I'm insulted? For something worth seeing, I have to do my best to complete it. I don't want to be a coward!"

When Tang San heard this, he was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you a coward?"

Looking at his left hand, Tang San secretly made some determination in his heart.

"On the last day of the ranking competition, even the heavyweights around the Pope of Wuhun Palace came."

Ning Fengzhi said slowly to the strange voice beside him.

"Sect Master Ning is joking, but I'm a little bit curious, why are all the people from the Tiandou Empire and Xingluo Empire's closing competition in the Tiandou and Xingluo Empire?"

Xue Qinghe on the side heard this and said respectfully to Ghost Douluo: "Ghost Douluo doesn't know something. In this ranking competition, no team from the Star Luo Empire has advanced. Maybe they don't have the face to come."

The ghost suddenly trembled when he heard Xue Qinghe's respectful tone.

"Oh, oh, that's it."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking.

"Right now, there are two talented young men from our Tiandou Empire. They have never lost in a competition. I would like to ask Lord Ghost Douluo to give me some advice."

Fortunately, the ghost was wearing a mask, so no one could see his expression under the mask, so he just replied stiffly: "Oh."

On the field, Tang Sanzheng and Feng Xiaotian collided with each other. The two were fighting back and forth, and the audience also burst into screams.

This kind of battle between geniuses can bring them the most intuitive stimulation.

"Tang San, why don't you use all your strength? Are you looking down on me?"

Hearing Feng Aotian's words, Tang San snorted coldly.

"If you want me to show my full strength, then you have to show your attitude anyway!"

"Haha! Tang San! I knew you wouldn't be so easy to deal with!"

Feng Xiaotian laughed, and the wind element surged around him.

"Then feel the power of my move!"

When Li Minghong heard this, his eyes widened immediately, "Are you coming? Create your own soul skills?"

Feng Xiaotian is definitely a master at playing with wind elements. Li Minghong wanted to observe Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skills to see if he could give some inspiration to his own Wind Release Rasengan.

"The boss is going to use that trick!"

The people from Kamikaze Academy shouted.

"Tang San! Look at my self-created soul skills! The Wind Demonic Wolf kills 36 times in a row!"

After saying that, the Wind Demon Wolf's wings behind him swung out wind blades one after another, hitting Tang San.

Tang San looked a little solemn, "Is this your strongest move?"

After that, he summoned a blue silver cage to stand in front of him.

"Why doesn't Tang San hide?"

The people in the Imperial Fighting Team were a little confused, because they could all see that after Feng Xiaotian slashed out one wind blade after another, each time he slashed out, it would become more powerful!
"Every move is preparing for the next move. What a genius."

Li Minghong couldn't figure out how to achieve this self-created soul skill. He could only think about whether he could ask Feng Xiaotian for advice after the ranking competition.

Feng Xiaotian watched Tang San eat his attacks one after another, his expression gradually becoming more and more rampant.

"Huo Wu! I'm going to defeat Tang San! You will become my woman soon! You will be the happiest woman!"

"Tang San! My last blow even exceeded the combined damage of all the previous slashes! Give up!"

Tang San snorted coldly, "Come on! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

"I want to prove! I, Tang San, am not a coward!"

The slash came instantly. Li Minghong watched from the side as the light on Tang San's left hand flashed slightly, feeling something bad in his heart, "Not good!"

The thing he was most worried about happened, Tang San actually directly summoned the Clear Sky Hammer!
"what is that!"

As for the ghosts watching this scene on the high platform, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe both had expressions on their faces.

"This is actually the Clear Sky Hammer!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Tang San roared angrily, swung the Clear Sky Hammer and struck Feng Xiaotian's slash, with four purple, purple and black soul rings floating behind him.

After venting the anger that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, he raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and raised it high in the air, shouting loudly: "My surname is Tang Ming San! Twin Martial Spirits Blue Silver Grass! Clear Sky Hammer! It's Haotian Dou Son of Luo!”

"Damn."

Li Minghong on the side slammed the table. The price of relying on Tang Hao as a shield for so long appeared at this moment.

On the high platform, the ghost's aura became stronger and stronger, "Tang Hao. Tang Hao! I mean, last night I saw how this kid looked so much like Tang Hao!"

The ghost was not carried away by anger, because there was still a future pope beside him.

"Tang Hao is here."

The ghost said quietly, and disappeared here in the blink of an eye. He wanted to go back to Wuhun Hall to report the news.

The ranking competition ends.

Ning Rongrong was pulled away from here by Li Minghong. Ning Rongrong looked at Li Minghong worriedly.

"Minghong. This matter."

Li Minghong shook his head, "I don't know why Tang San is so crazy. Anyway, let's leave first. If Tang San wants to pretend, let him pretend."

Li Minghong hoped that there was still enough time. He would find Ning Fengzhi as quickly as possible and seek protection from the Qibao Glazed Sect.

But not long after they left, they noticed a figure following them, it was Tang San!
"Do you still want to leave? Tang San?"

Turning around, he saw that it was a Contra standing in front of everyone.

Li Minghong tried to distance himself from his relationship with Tang San, "Sir, I have nothing to do with him, can you let me go?"

Tang San roared directly at Li Minghong: "Li Minghong! Forget it normally! These people in front of us are the people from the Spirit Hall who killed our mother! We should put aside our previous grudges first, and now gather together to deal with the outside world!"

Li Minghong clenched his fists. When Tang San got into trouble, did he think of him, Li Minghong?

"I think you all should not leave today!"

Two more figures appeared here.

It is Gui Mei and Yue Guan.

(End of this chapter)