The Legend of Su Yuntao of Douluo

Chapter 127
The next afternoon, the master slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Gang, you finally woke up." Liu Erlong's eyes, already red from crying, shed tears again.

"Alas!" Flanders shook his head as he looked at the exhausted Liu Erlong.

"I'm fine." The master said weakly: "Second dragon, where is little three?"

"Xiao Gang, mistress is in the back mountain. You should have a good rest first. I'll call him over now."

The master breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said calmly: "Xiaosan knows his shame and then becomes brave. He is truly worthy of being my disciple."

"Master, you have misunderstood." Zhao Wuji said directly: "Xiao San has not eaten or drank since he lost the game, and stayed alone in the back mountain in a daze..."

"What!" The master's face turned livid for an instant, and then his face turned very red as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck in his throat.

"Xiao Gang!" Liu Erlong was shocked, and in a panic, he slapped the master's junior with his palm. Liu Erlong's intention was good, but in a hurry, she forgot that the master was only a level 29 great soul master.

"Pfft--" In an instant, the master spit out phlegm and blood, filling the room with a fishy smell.

The whole place became very quiet for a moment, and the next moment Liu Erlong howled hysterically.

Flanders glared at Zhao Wuji, "Why are you still standing there! Go and ask for help!"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly ran out of the house and went to ask for the healing soul master.

"Master, what's wrong?" Zhao Wuji asked without knowing.

The master, who was rescued by the soul master of the healing department, finally came to his senses.

"Erlong, let Xiaosan come to see me quickly."

"Xiao Gang, you are injured, please take a good rest first."

"No, time waits for no one, and the mistress must not be decadent."

"Xiao Gang." Flender said in a deep voice, "If you don't, then don't participate in the competition. It's the same if the children are younger than five years."

"No!" The master said with firm eyes: "If we give up this year's elite soul masters in the whole mainland, we will completely become the laughing stock of the soul master world."

"Xiao Gang, it's not that serious, even if it happens five years later, let the children use their strength to shut them up!"

The master was silent when he heard this, but the look in his eyes was extremely firm.

"Boss Fu, go find the mistress."

Flanders shook his head, but went anyway.

"I don't have time anymore. Xiao San is already 14 years old. Five years later, he will have graduated from Shrek Academy and returned to Haotian Sect!"

"Even if he participated in the soul master elite competition at that time, he would not represent me, but the Clear Sky School! This time, the soul master elite in the whole continent is my only chance!"

The master was right. Once Tang San returned to the Haotian Sect, even if he became famous in the mainland in five years, all the honors would belong to the Haotian Sect and not Yu Xiaogang.

In Yu Xiaogang's heart, the Haotian Sect will never let him step on their heads to embrace his own honor, because if the entire sect is not as famous as him, the Haotian Sect will be ridiculed by the world.

Although it is true that the entire Haotian School is inferior to him in training Tang San, Haotian School will never accept it, and Tang Hao will never agree. Once Tang San returns to Haotian School, then his hope of becoming famous Will be completely gone!

For the master, this continental soul master elite competition is his only chance. If he misses his long-cherished wish to become famous in the mainland, he will be completely hopeless!Although his Yu Xiaogang's name will also be prominent in the continent when Tang San becomes a Titled Douluo and shocks the continent, but he is already over 50 this year, and there will be no one in a few decades. What's the use of being prominent in the continent at that time?

Soon Tang San, who looked tired, was brought to the master by Flanders.

"Teacher, you're awake." Tang San cheered up.

In another time and space, Tang San was autistic because his Bluesilver Grass was immune to ice, but he was not immune to the energy impact of Shui Bing'er and Ice Phoenix. In this time and space, Tang San was beaten out of his heart by Yang Lie's soul-breaking gun. The suffering can be imagined.

From yesterday noon to now, Tang San has been reflecting, and his mind is always shrouded in fog.

He couldn't figure out where his problems finally appeared, and he didn't know in which direction he should develop.He even suspected that the control line he had been following was wrong.

Tang San thought a lot for more than a day, but the more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. More than a day passed and he never rested or ate anything. His whole person was in this state. Passing through pain in a hazy state.

Since the day he became a soul master, he has always stood at the top of his peers.Lan Yincao is not a powerful martial spirit, or even a useless martial spirit, but under the guidance of the master, his strength has always been no worse than those soul masters of the same age who have powerful martial spirits, and is even stronger than each of them.

As time went by, Tang San even forgot about the weakness of his own Blue Silver Grass, he always put himself in the same position as those spirit masters with powerful spirits, and even had a huge sense of superiority.

But yesterday he met Yang Lie, under Yang Lie's soul-breaking gun, his blue silver grass looked so ridiculous!Even the ten-thousand-year soul skill obtained by desperate efforts is so fragile and useless in front of Yang Lie's soul-breaking spear.

"Why, why is this happening? Have all my efforts over the years been in vain?"

"No, it can't be like this. Lan Yincao is not a good martial spirit at all. It's too late to give up on it while I'm still young!"

"Little San!" The master's words made Tang San end his muddled thinking.

"You must have been having a hard time these past two days."

"Yes, teacher." Tang San sighed.

The master looked at Tang San, who had already grown white hair, and was filled with emotions.

"Xiaosan, do you know why you lost?"

"Teacher, my Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. It cannot compete with the top martial arts."

The master nodded, "Yes, Blue Silver Grass is indeed a waste martial soul. Although you have full innate soul power, I never expected your Blue Silver Grass to have any combat effectiveness, or even whether I can cultivate it. There is skepticism at the highest levels."

"In this case." Tang San was puzzled: "Then why did the teacher let me cultivate the Blue Silver Grass? If I cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer from the beginning, how could I defeat Yang Lie with the quality of the Clear Sky Hammer's world's number one martial soul?" It’s not a piece of cake.”

The master smiled faintly, showing his demeanor, "Little San, it is precisely because the Blue Silver Grass is a waste martial soul that you should give priority to cultivating it."

Tang San asked curiously: "Teacher, why is this?"

The master stood up, stood with his hands behind his hands, and said slowly with a smile on his face: "Xiaosan, I don't expect you to be able to cultivate your waste spirit blue silver grass to the ninth ring, but as long as you can cultivate the blue silver grass to the ninth level, If you are above level [-], then the mission of this useless martial soul has been completed!"

Just when Tang San was about to speak, the master continued: "Because by that time, your body will be able to absorb the ten-thousand-year spirit ring. Just imagine what it would be like with nine black ten-thousand-year spirit rings attached to your Clear Sky Hammer." So powerful!"

(End of this chapter)