People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

In the next period of time, Tang San began to fully engage in the production of soul guides, including the inscription of magic circles. He found that he seemed to have entered a whole new world, and every inscription and every symbol was full of infinite charm. Although he failed again and again during the production process, his eyes were full of determination to become more courageous with each setback. During this process, the third elder was always watching silently. There was no light in his eyes, only deep sadness. Looking at Tang San, he seemed to see the shadow of Jun Yi. That Jun Yi who was concentrating on carving the magic circle in the forging room.

The third elder sighed again, but it was a pity that the sect leader and Sword Douluo suddenly went crazy for some reason and wanted to put Jun Yi to death.

Jun Yi is such a good young man. When getting along with him, the whole forging room is always filled with laughter and laughter. Everyone can feel the sincere youthful spirit from him.

Every time Tang San failed, the third elder saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

He knew deeply that if Jun Yi was still here, this would not be the case. However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and time cannot be turned back. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the forging room. The third elder slowly turned his head and was a little surprised to find that the person who came was actually Sword Douluo.

"Jian Chenxin, why are you here?"

"Ning Ping'an, you should call me Sword Douluo, or Elder Sword." Sword Douluo said coldly.

"Heh, I'm nearly twenty years older than you, so calling you by your name is not an exaggeration." The third elder was obviously somewhat resistant to Jian Chenxin's attitude, which made Tang San a little confused.

"Hmph, I'm just a Contra who has had some adventures and managed to survive to this day. I'm just an ant under the title. Don't use your age to suppress me." A faint sword aura emerged from Sword Douluo's body, and he looked like It's like starting a fight with the third elder.

"Come on, if I get even a little bit injured today, even if it's just a hair, it will be impossible for anyone in the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to master the production method of the second-level soul guidance device in the future."

"You!" Sword Douluo glared at the third elder fiercely, but his aura weakened.

Tang San stood aside and looked at the two people in front of him in surprise. He could vaguely feel that the conflict between the two had been going on for a long time, and it seemed to have a great relationship with him. Sword Douluo glanced at Tang San, "Xiao San, come here." He waved to Tang San. Tang San hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Sword Douluo. He found that there were some emotions in Sword Douluo's eyes that he couldn't understand.

"I came here this time to tell you that tomorrow morning's training is temporarily cancelled. I will take Rongrong to add a soul ring." Sword Douluo said slowly.

"Miss Rongrong's soul power has reached level 50 now?" Tang San's expression was a little surprised.

"Yes, Rongrong is at level fifty." Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, but then it was replaced by deep worry.

Tang San frowned slightly, he found that Sword Douluo's mood seemed a little unstable. He couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty Sword Douluo, what's wrong with you?" Sword Douluo glanced at Tang San, then at the third elder, his tone was still cold, "It's nothing, I came here just to inform you. ”

After saying that, Sword Douluo turned around and left, leaving no chance for Tang San to ask further questions.

Looking at Sword Douluo's leaving figure, Tang San was filled with doubts. He clearly felt that Sword Douluo actually wanted to say something to him, but it seemed that he didn't say it because the third elder was here.

It seemed that the relationship within the Qibao Glazed Sect was more complicated than he imagined.

The third elder looked at Sword Douluo's leaving figure, sighed deeply, and sat back on his chair. Tang San turned his head and looked at the third elder, "Third elder, can I ask you a question?" "Ask me." "Is the conflict between you and Lord Sword Douluo related to me?" Tang San cautiously asked.

"You think too highly of yourself. The conflict between me and him comes from Jun Yi."

The third elder's words made Tang San stunned, "Jun Yi?" "Yes, it's Jun Yi." The third elder looked at Tang San deeply, "You actually know very well in your heart that what you are learning now, Are they all left by Jun Yi?"

After hearing the name "Jun Yi", Tang San couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his resentment towards Jun Yi deepened again.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he is not as good as a native Douluo aboriginal?

Tang San gritted his teeth and looked at the third elder with wide eyes. He didn't refute. Although he desperately wanted to appear calm, his eyes betrayed his inner excitement.

"Elder, I..." Tang San took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "I understand what you said."

The third elder glanced at him and said calmly: "Then work hard and strive to reach the level of forging soul tools when he was seven years old as soon as possible." After saying that, the third elder stood up and walked towards the outside.

After the third elder left, Tang San picked up the forging hammer on the side and slammed it against the iron block to vent his inner anger.

Every swing of Tang San was full of power, and every collision of the iron blocks made a deafening sound.

His heart was filled with unwillingness and resentment towards Jun Yi. How could this Jun Yi be recognized by so many people so easily? Who is he? He is just a lucky native, and he is an elite of the Tang clan who can create the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus!

Tang San kept swinging the forging hammer in his hand while thinking. The iron block had been deformed by the hammer, but his strength did not weaken. After an unknown amount of time, Tang San's forging hammer finally stopped. He looked at the deformed iron block in front of him and took a deep breath.

When he learned the soul guide, he was going to combine it with the Tang Sect's hidden weapon to create a soul guide that only he, Tang San, could have!

Tang San's heart gradually calmed down. He looked at the forging hammer in his hand, and an unprecedented determination surged in his heart.

He walked to the iron block and put it down carefully. Then he took out some tools from his storage soul guide and began to reforge the iron block. He was no longer impatient, and every step was carried out according to the Tang Sect's forging method.

During the forging process, he was still thinking about how to combine the soul guide with the Tang Sect's hidden weapon to create his own soul guide.

What he didn't know was that the Third Elder didn't go far. He had been watching the furious Tang San from outside the door, with a hint of disdain on his face. How could such a person be compared with Jun Yi? He didn't even have the qualifications to be Jun Yi's substitute.

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