Douluo: The Peerless Tang Sect dug out Yu Xiaogang

The heaven and the earth are unkind, treating all things as mutt dogs. The sage is unkind and treats the people as mutt dogs. Tang San is unkind and treats himself as a dog.

A racing car is parked on the black and white checkered starting line.

There is always an interview session before the race. The driver in the driver's seat puts the fire helmet on the steering wheel, and the helmet is handed over to the co-pilot's navigator.

Lower the window.

"Mr. Yang Zhengjin, as the champion of the National Rally Championship last year and also the youngest driver, your results this year seem not to be ideal. Can you tell me your opinion?" A lot of microphones were about to be inserted into their mouths.

Mr. Yang Zhengjin's mouth was filled with questions, and he kept asking questions. The flashing lights even flashed so much that Yang Zhengjin, who had just lowered the window, had the urge to step on the accelerator and run away.

The most outrageous thing is that there was actually a man with a stubble on his face who asked loudly and thoughtfully: "Mr. Yang Zhengjin, may I ask if you were under any pressure in the hotel before the previous games? Or, in other words, were you under any pressure?

What kind of pressure?”

"Everyone, please be quiet. This year has just started. Although the results in the first few stops are indeed not very good, it is my fault. I will work hard." Yang Zhengjin answered a lot of interviewers expressionlessly. As for that

Yang Zhengjin did not respond to the reporter's words with a stubble on his face.

A cute girl wearing glasses put a long microphone to Yang Zhengjin's mouth, and then asked in a pleasant voice: "Mr. Yang Zhengjin, may I ask if there is something else unknown about your poor performance in these stations?"

The reason?"

After Yang Zhengjin looked at this petite and delicate girl curiously, he smiled at her, shook his head, and thought to himself, "It's not like I was in a bad mood after watching that anime recently."

The next day, Sports Channel News reported a news. The content is as follows

"The news came back from the front of our station that the car of Mr. Yang Zhengjin and his co-driver both crashed into the river. The navigator survived, but Mr. Yang Zheng-jin is missing. We are searching."

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"Is this heaven? Have I gone to heaven?" Yang Zhengjin was in a mysterious space at this moment, shaking his head, trying to dry up the water that entered his head after falling into the river.

"This is not heaven, and you have not gone to heaven. This is the system space." A mechanical voice that could not distinguish between male and female echoed throughout the space.

At this moment, Yang Zhengjin could not move. Except for his head, other parts of his body seemed to be stuck with glue.

"System space, what do you mean?" Yang Zhengjin was a little stunned, and then thought to himself: "Could it be time travel? Or something."

"Yes, it's what you think. This system is invincible and omnipotent." The system's mechanical voice continued to echo in Yang Zhengjin's ears.

Yang Zhengjin is not only a driver, but also a reader with normal thinking. He likes to read some online novels with relatively positive views, especially recently, he likes to read some fan fiction.

Unexpectedly, it was actually recognized by the system.

Yang Zhengjin hasn’t spoken yet,

A mechanical voice sounded in my mind: "I'll give you three minutes to clean up the water in your brain, and then I'll give you a chance to travel through time."

"2"

"1"

"Damn it, system, didn't you agree on three minutes? It's only been two seconds, okay?" Yang Zhengjin complained in his mind before losing consciousness.

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In Douluo Continent, north of the Tianhun Empire, Yang Zhengjin is wearing a black fur. But if you look closely, you will find that the fur is not actually black, but has been blackened by the soil. His face is expressionless and his eyes are expressionless.

Zhong seemed to be sitting next to a dead tree with little energy. Looking across the river, covered in silver and snow-white, but not seeing any greenery in the far north of Douluo Continent, he felt very resentful.

I thought: "This dog system is too irresponsible. It left me alone on the Douluo Continent and ignored me. It issued some tasks to me and said it would come out when the time was up."

He picked up the small wine flask that looked like a flowery porcelain bottle in his hand, shook his head slightly, and took a sip of the wine.

Although there is a small green forest in the Tiancan Mountains across a river from the Far North, it still seems a bit cold.

After taking a few sips of wine, Yang Zhengjin looked at the large pit not far away and thought for a moment, "Get some food first, and then continue digging."

The cold wind blew, and Yang Zhengjin shrank down. In desperation, he summoned his own martial spirit. When this martial spirit was first configured in the system, Yang Zhengjin almost died of joy when he heard the name, whispering.

This is a weapon that is very armor-piercing as soon as you hear it, and may even ignore the opponent's defense.

But when it appeared in Yang Zhengjin's hand, it was a frying pan.

This also caused Yang Zhengjin to curse the system.

I thought to myself, if you don’t give me the Zhuxian Sword or the Pangu Banner, then you should at least give me the Heavenly Sword or something like that.

But the system dismissed Yang Zhengjin with just one sentence.

Douluo Continent, as the smallest and smallest of the three thousand small worlds, cannot even withstand the Yitian Sword. And not only that, it may not even be able to withstand the cannonballs of its original world. Even its own ten

After arriving at Douluo Continent, the eight-year-old Lan Xing's body was changed by the system to be three years younger.

"Hey. Forget it, let's get something to eat first. Then we talk." Yang Zhengjin broke off the branches of the dead tree next to him and used them as firewood to start a fire. Then he walked to the gravelly river and threw the

The fishing nets were put away.

He took out two fat herrings and put the fishing net back again.

The task given to him by the system is to dig for treasure here. He doesn't know how long it will take to dig, so he can't rush it.

He took out a small knife from his body and began to remove the scales and internal organs of the fish. Then he washed the blood and other traces on the fish in the cold and biting river water.

Walking back to his pan Wuhun, he sighed helplessly, "Hey, it would be great if there were squid in this river, or I could make a sizzling squid. Or it would be great if there were potatoes in the mountains!"

"Fortunately, my cooking skills were pretty good before." After saying to himself, he rubbed the washed herring with fine salt, and then took out onions, thirteen spices, and a lot of spices from the space ring.

Soon, the smell of fish came from the pan. Yang Zhengjin took a deep breath and said, "Well, it smells really good."

"Boy Yang, that's right, that's right." A voice reached Yang Zhengjin's ears. Even Yang Zhengjin knew who it was without turning around. But at this moment, Yang Zhengjin couldn't answer the person who called his name.

There were two fish in the pan. Yang Zhengjin grabbed one first and spit on it a few times.

When Yang Zhengjin reached out to another fish in the pot, he wanted to do the same thing.

"Damn it, Mr. Yang, you don't have martial ethics and you bully me, an old man." A gust of wind blew by, and the fish in the pot had disappeared.

When Yang Zhengjin saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Turning around, I saw an old man with sparse, messy hair, a little fat, but a kind face with a hint of evil. He smiled and cursed: "Old gangster, you are a dog, and your nose is so sharp."

[Tip, original authors please be careful, everyone who understands understands.]