Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

"What bet?"

Dugu Bo became slightly interested.

Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Staring at him, the glow in the pupils reflected his own mottled figure, as well as the resentment and murderous intention deep in Chen Feng's heart.

"Poison Douluo, you have been deeply poisoned, and I expected it to be true."

"You probably don't have much time left."

Dugu Bo raised his eyebrows obscurely, and his tone was indifferent, seemingly without any emotion: "There are some words, but unfortunately, such words are not enough to impress me."

Within the two eyes of ice and fire, he learned the theory of "martial soul foundation", and the current poison no longer posed a life and death threat.

Joy emerged in Tang San's heart.

The words vaguely conveyed an inexplicable sadness, which made people feel emotional: "It is indeed a pity."

"If you die, how will poor Dugu Yan face my father's accountability?"

Poison Douluo's expression turned cold: "Are you threatening me?"

"No no no!"

He lowered his head, hiding the killing intent that overwhelmed his soul, and showed a flattering smile:

"I sincerely consider you. What I mean is that my toxicology has a way to remove the toxins in your body!"

Xuantian Baolu has extremely profound knowledge of toxicology.

Poison Douluo's eyebrows wrinkled, deep wrinkles appeared on his mottled face, and he made a crisp sound when his fingers rubbed gently.

"Is this your bet?"

"Yes!"

"If I successfully help you detoxify, you must let me and the master go, and if you fail to do this."

Tang San's tone paused for a moment: "It's impossible, I can definitely cure the poison you've been poisoned by!"

"Um!"

Breathe gently and exhale slowly.

"However, before that, I need to verify your level!"

The calm tone reflected the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones.

When Tang San looked up, the Yin Ming Needle was already pinched on the tip of Poison Douluo's finger, getting closer to Yu Xiaogang's body bit by bit.

"He is your master."

The Yinming needle pierced Yu Xiaogang's back.

The toxins that are difficult to break down are transferred over time, condensing the back muscles into blue lumps.

"Mistress."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was extremely weak.

The right arm was corroded by concentrated biphosphotoxin, and the wound on the back was covered with blue lumps condensed by Yin Ming needles.

"Xiaosan, I believe you!"

"You must absolutely help me detoxify. My master's life is in your hands."

Poison Douluo stood between Tang San and the master, his figure towering, arrogance radiating from the inside out.

"Now, please use your boasted toxicology to save your master."

When Tang San looked at the master again.

Dozens of Yin Ming needles were densely inserted on the back, and the back and sides of the body had been dyed a deep blue by toxins.

"No." Tang San shouted.

He was anxious, depressed, and had cold sweat on his forehead.

"what to do."

"Even if Hidden Weapon Baijie records the method of removing toxins, the master can't bear the pain of gouging out the entire back of flesh and blood."

He raised his head slightly and saw Poison Douluo's sneering profile.

Poison Douluo is a true vengeful person.

Being alone and having no taboos, he would not be as coy and hesitant as Ning Fengzhi.

"Dare you threaten me with your granddaughter?"

Staring at Yu Xiaogang's face, he raised his hand and inserted a brand new needle straight into Yu Xiaogang's back.

"This is not the Yin Ming Needle, this is the Dragon Beard Needle!"

The dragon's beard needle entered Yu Xiaogang's body and suddenly contracted, tangled into a small golden mass along with the muscles.

"Ouch~"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was sad.

Tang San stepped forward repeatedly, wanting to stop him, but endless weakness enveloped his body.

The blood was barren, the medicine had faded, and there was no strength left in his body.

Helpless, he could only show his righteousness and want to influence Poison Douluo's behavior:

"Poison Douluo, as a titled Douluo, since you have decided to make a bet with me, you cannot go back on your promise like this."

Dugu Bo spread his hands and sighed.

"Hey, maybe my eyesight is dim and I mistakenly mistook the Dragon Beard Needle and Yin Ming Needle."

"but."

He went on to add: "Since we made a mistake, we might as well make it a mistake."

"In this case, can you help the great soul master detoxify? Why don't you show off your detoxification skills even more?"

The tone was sincere, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop opening.

Tang San quickly stepped forward and summoned his martial spirit: "Blue Silver Grass!"

"The first soul skill, Begonia's Light!"

The healing soul power taken from the thousand-year-old Begonia flower was slowly injected into Yu Xiaogang's body.

The injuries caused by the Dragon Needle gradually healed.

However, when the dragon's beard needle came into contact with the soul power, its shape suddenly changed, transforming into the shape of a needle-pointed wheat awn.

"Ouch~"

Just as Yu Xiaogang was screaming in pain.

"Master, please be patient for a moment."

Tang San squatted down, his expression sincere and focused.

The third soul ring within the Clear Sky Hammer, the few innate soul powers were mobilized, and the finger bones of his right hand transformed into pure white.

Try your best to remove the dragon's beard needle from the master's body.

When you are on the verge of reaching your limit, every bit of strength is hard-won.

"Start detoxing"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's miserable state, Dugu Bo felt happy and ordered.

"Master, the poison of Yin Ming Needle can only be disintegrated by the power of Yang Fire."

When Tang San turned the soul guide, he took out the white powder and sprinkled it evenly on Yu Xiaogang's back.

"Hmm!" The master nodded lightly, trying to pretend to be calm, but the severe pain from his back made his mouth twitch slightly:

"After all, you are my disciple, and you have inherited my legacy. It is obviously not a problem for you to help me detoxify."

Then, he glanced at Poison Douluo and said contemptuously:

"You want to use this test to verify Tang San's toxicology level, but it is still a bit superficial."

But before the master finished speaking, he felt a burning pain in his back, and heard Tang San's "kind" warning.

"You can only remove the flesh and blood of the poisoned part."

The master couldn't believe it: "No."

It pointed to the north, and looking along the direction of the finger, it was the recovered Xue Qinghe.

"Didn't the prince of the Tiandou Empire also get poisoned by the Dark Yin Needle? Didn't Han Tao remove his flesh and blood when he detoxified?"

Tang San's eyebrows were filled with worry: "How is it possible?"

On the Douluo Continent, the development of toxicology has surpassed his own Xuantian Baolu. This is actually irrelevant, but the truth behind this makes him feel cold.

If

pharmacology and toxicology have surpassed my Xuantian Baolu.

Then, can Xuantian Gong and Ziji Demon Eye also be surpassed by other secret methods on the Douluo Continent? Then where is my natural advantage?

The most difficult thing to look at is the reality of the world.

"No!"

Tang San's expression became firm: "My Xuantian Gong is the strongest!"

"Master once warned me that there is no way to improve innate soul power in this world, and there is no method that can replace my Xuantian Gong!"

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, I will not switch to practicing other people's methods.

And I will not try to understand the existing "cutting-edge" theoretical research on the Douluo Continent.

While his mind was wavering, Tang San did not neglect his movements.

He took out a small knife from his soul guide and cut off the blue poisonous clots engraved on Yu Xiaogang's waist and back one by one.

"Master, please believe me, this is the best way to detoxify."

His tone was very sincere: "The treatment method like Han Tao's is obviously only a temporary solution, and there will definitely be terrible sequelae in the future."

"Really?" The master looked doubtful.