Douluo Dalu

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Tang San stepped forward to Xiao Chenyu. "You don't have to try. You can't break free. My first soul ring is the mandala snake, so my blue silver grass has the toughness of the mandala snake. Of course, there is also a little toxicity of the mandala snake. If you feel that there is still the power to fight again, I don't mind letting you taste the taste of the mandala venom. Oh, by the way, I will not detoxify."

There are more than ten blue silver grasses rising behind Tang San, and the grass leaves are suspended behind him, just like more than a dozen mandala snakes are ready to choose people.

Fear of emotions began to appear on these senior students, and Xiao’s men were almost uncontrolled and quickly retreating.

The mandala snakes have never heard of them, and they have never heard of them. Who wants to deal with this horrible snake venom.

"Don't put on snake venom. I admit defeat." Although Xiao Chenyu is the boss of the trainees, he is only 12 years old, and he also has the fear of children. It has been completely chaotic.

In fact, although the blue silver grass of Tang San is poisonous, it is only the first soul ring. It is not a more powerful mandala snake, so the attached toxicity is only a paralytic effect. There is no deadly poison. How can Xiao Chenyu dare to experiment with his own body?

The blue silver grass quietly disappeared from the foot of Xiao Chenyu. Tang San’s face showed a gentle smile familiar to the students. “Since you have already conceded, then you should do what you agreed with the little dance before.”

Xiao Chenyu looked at Tang San, "I should recognize you as the boss or recognize her?" He did not believe that the strength of the small dance can exceed Tang San. The six-year-old soul teacher has surpassed his cognition.

Tang San smiled and said: "Of course, the little dance is your boss. I can't beat her. Otherwise, the housekeeper of Qishe is me, not her."

"Ah?" Xiao Chenyu's mouth became an O-shape. The heart said, you are already so fierce. She is more powerful than you. Are you really a work-study student, really only six years old?

The little dance slowly walked over to Tang San, patted his shoulder and put on the look of a big sister. "Small three performed well and worked hard."

Tang Sanhe smiled and said: "The teacher also asked me to do something, and the rest of the things you can do. You will be the big sister of the college in the future."

Xiaowu smiled and snorted in the shoulders of Tang San. "Okay, go, the rest of me."

After that, her eyes turned to Xiao Chenyu. "How? You are not convinced? Ok. I introduce myself. My name is Xiao Dance, first grade workers, Wuhun, rabbit, 12th level. ""

Don't say Xiao Chenyu, even Tang San, who hasn't even gone, is also surprised. He also knows that the little dance is also a soul teacher, and he is even higher than himself, but her age and herself. Almost, is it true that she is also a natural soul?

The little dance lit up with red light. Under the faint red light, her eyes began to turn red, her ears slowly grew, and she erected from the head with soft white hair. The figure seems to have become a bit taller, and the soft soul is surrounded by her body. The soul ring that rises under the foot is the same as Tang San, and it is also the yellow hundred-year soul ring.

Xiao Chenyu took a hard shot of his brain. "Little dance sister, I served. Later, you are the big sister of the Notting Primary Soulist College. I have come over and met the little dance sister."

A blue silver grass eleventh level soul teacher is so fierce, this is a 12-level one-ring war soul division, but also a hundred years of soul ring. Xiao Chenyu doesn't have to fight and knows that he is definitely not an opponent of a small dance.

The little dance looked at a group of senior students and bowed in front of them. He looked at Tang San, who was standing there in a daze. "Are you not doing anything? Why don't you leave. Allowing you to be a full-fledged soul, I Can't you?"

Tang San woke up from his thoughts, carefully looked at the little dance, raised his hand and touched her soft long ear and nodded. "Little dance, you are really a rabbit."

"You..." The rabbit's ear is the most sensitive, turned into a martial arts, and the effect also appears on the little dance. The little girl's pretty face suddenly has two more blushes, raising her hand to fight, and Tang San is flying like Ran.

I don’t know how to make a fuss about the little dance. After Tang San ran out of college, he couldn’t help but feel happy. Apart from the teacher’s poisoning and worrying him, everything else was better than imagined. Xuan Tiangong's cultivation problem has finally been solved, and he has more skills in the blue and silver grass, and his strength has made great progress. Tang San believes that as long as you continue to work hard to cultivate, Xuan Tiangong will inevitably advance by leaps and bounds. For up to ten years, as long as you can enter the fifth realm of Xuan Tiangong, it is considered to be a small one. At that time, most of the hidden weapons recorded in Xuantianbao will be available.

Doesn't the teacher say that there are many ancestral gates of the Wuhun family in this world, and what can't you do to re-establish a Tang Gate in the opposite world?

On the continent of the Douro, whether it is the Tiandou Empire or the Xingluo Empire, the Wuhun Temple in any city will be the landmark of the city. Tang San just asked a passerby casually and found the place where Wu Hun Temple was located.

Just helping the students to cope with the duel has delayed some time, but also going back to the teacher for lunch, so Tang San used the fastest speed to run to the Wushen Hall, do not want to delay time.

"Stand up. Children, here is the Wuhun Temple, can not be chaotic." Tang Sangang came to the Wuhun Hall, was stopped by the doorman's guard.

The Wuhun Temple in Notting City is a huge dome building. The width of the front is more than one hundred meters, up to twenty meters, and is divided into three layers.

The entire building is brown, and there is only one long sword on the sign of the Wuhun Temple on the front door. Through the original interpretation of the master, Tang San knows that there is only one pattern on the sign, which represents the Wuhun Hall of the lowest level.