Douluo’s Haotian Myth

In the royal family's guest room, Tang Bufan was playing with a purple eyeball, and there was a purple ring on his right index finger.

The purple ring is a space soul tool, but it seems to be a lot more advanced than Douluo's space soul tool, because the area inside the ring is so vast, almost the size of several football fields.

Inside the ring is Gu Tianhu's life savings, as expected of a titled Douluo of the 96th level, and the collection inside is extremely rich. All kinds of gold and silver jewelry, special ores, books, and even a lot of medicinal materials, especially one of the most precious pink flowers in a special box. Although Tang Bufan doesn't know this big flower, he can feel that this big pink flower is of extremely high grade, not inferior to those immortal flowers and fruits. In addition, there is a red gold soul coin card, the amount in it is astronomical, reaching an astonishing nine digits. Of course, two innate source thunder stones are also inside.

Tang Bufan was very satisfied with this, but the purple eyeball in his opponent was unpredictable, and it didn't feel like an ordinary thing.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, "Bufan, my grandfather asked me to tell you that the broken clan is here, let you go to the living room."

"Talon, I know, I'll be here soon."

Tang Bufan's right hand brilliance flashed, and he closed the purple eyeball.

Then he and Tyrone walked towards the living room.

Soon, Tang Bufan came to the living room. Sure enough, there was already a tall and thin old man in the living room, and behind him, there were two young people of sixteen or seventeen years old. As soon as Tang San entered the door, he noticed that the eyes of the two young men drifted in Bai Chenxiang's direction from time to time, obviously having a little interest in Bai Chenxiang.

Tang Bufan just glanced slightly, and his eyes fell on the old man. His hair is jet-black, and his complexion is very ruddy, but his expression is a little gloomy, and the eyes of the vultures give a sense of sternness. Bai He was sitting beside him at this moment, whispering something to him. Obviously, he is Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the broken clan.

As soon as Tang Bufan and Tailong came in, they immediately became the focus of everyone in the room.

Niu Gao quickly got up and came to Tang Bufan to introduce like Yang Wudi, "Old goat, can I introduce you to a young genius?"

"Young genius? How talented?" Yang Wudi snorted.

Niu Gao coughed lightly, "It seems like it shouldn't be a big problem to defeat you?"

"Old rhino, are you confused, such a hairy boy, how dare you say that he can beat me?" Yang Wudi seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world and couldn't help sneering.

With a mysterious smile on Niu Gao's face, he gently shook his head.

Soon, the smile on Yang Wudi's face stiffened, because he found that not only Niu Gao, but also Tai Tan and Niu Gao were smiling, as if they were not optimistic about him.

"Boy, what's your name?" Yang Wudi frowned and asked suddenly.

Tang Bufan bowed to Yang Wudi, "Junior Tang Bufan, I have seen senior Yang Wudi."

"Tang Bufan, that Tang Bufan from Clear Sky Sect?" Yang Wudi's pupils shrank, as if thinking of something, he said gloomily.

Tang Bufan nodded slightly.

Yang Wudi glared at Niu Gao, Tai Tan, and Bai He, and laughed angrily, "Okay, it looks like the three of you have already compromised with the Clear Sky Sect. There's nothing else to say, we'll end our friendship in the future!" When he was done, he got up and walked out.

Bai He quickly grabbed Yang Wudi, "Old goat, don't be impulsive, why don't you listen to some of our old brothers' explanations?"

"It's obvious, there is nothing to explain, just pretend I haven't been here today." Yang Wudi said gloomily.

The faces of Bai He and Niu Gao suddenly became very ugly, but the old goat was so decisive.

"Senior Yang, can you listen to what this junior has to say!" Tang Bufan stepped aside to block Yang Wudi's departure.

Yang Wudi turned to look at Tang Bufan, his eyes bursting with murderous aura, "I swore that the Clear Sky Sect is my eternal enemy, get out of here before I explode, or I will make you splatter five steps with blood!"

"Five steps with blood, haha, I remember the last person who said this to me doesn't know how long the grass is on the grave. Senior Baihe, let go of Senior Yang, I want to see what he can do to me?" Tang Bufan was not angry at all, but instead joked.

Bai He's face froze, but he knew Tang Bufan's strength and looked at Yang Wudi with some worry.

Tang Bufan smiled slightly, "Senior Baihe, don't worry, I'll act in a measured way, at most I'll let Senior Yang lie down in the room for a few days."

"What an arrogant boy, I want to see how you can let me lie in the house for a few days. Baihe, don't persuade me, I won't let his blood splash five steps today, and my name, Yang Wudi, is written backwards." Yang Wudi laughed angrily and broke free from the white crane.

Tang Bufan said lightly, "Senior Yang, I don't want you to write your name upside down. If you lose, you only need to promise me one condition."

"Don't mention one condition, I also accepted ten conditions, I'm afraid you won't have that chance." Yang Wudi said disdainfully.

Beside them, Niu Gao, Tai Tan, and Bai He had strange eyes, as if they were watching a play.

Tang Bufan said lightly, "Senior Yang, this place is too small to be displayed, so let's change the place."

"Alright, this is the living room, so as not to dirty the place of the old rhino!" Yang Wudi agreed.

Five minutes later, at the Yuzhi Clan training ground, the huge pit created by Tang Bufan and Niu Gao's battle had been refilled.

"Junior Tang Bufan, the seventy-eighth-level assault-type Battle Spirit Saint asked the senior for advice." Tang Bufan saluted and released his martial spirit.

Seventy-eighth? A look of disbelief appeared on Yang Wudi's face, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong. But when he saw the seven spirit rings of two purple, two black, and three red on Tang Bufan's body, his face was ashen, and he felt like he was digging a hole for himself. Tired.

But he let out all his words and had to say with a cold face: "Yang Wudi, the eighty-level soul saint."

Immediately, a two-zhang spear appeared in his right hand.

This is a long gun with a dark body, shining with a cold metallic luster. Among them, the rod is eight feet long, the length of the spear tip is four feet long, and the barrel of the gun is as thick as a normal human arm. Two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings with the best proportions appeared on the gun body at the same time, shining with brilliant colors. Although he had reached rank eighty, it was obvious that he had not had time to acquire the eighth spirit ring.

This is the spirit of the broken clan, the broken spirit gun, a rare top weapon spirit.

Starting with the spear, Yang Wudi didn't do it, although the young man in front of him had only two levels of spirit power lower than him, and his spirit ring configuration was far superior to him. But he was arrogant by nature and did not take the lead, but let Tang not take action.

Tang Bufan didn't shoot with the Clear Sky Hammer, but calmly said: "Senior Yang, let's shoot! We are all soul saints, there is no need to be humble."

"Really? Then don't blame me for being rude!" Yang Wudi said coldly.

In fact, he couldn't help it, otherwise, with his arrogant personality, he would not be the first to do it with a junior. Without him, Tang Bufan would have put too much pressure on him.