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"Xiao San, in this kind of elimination match, the first soul master to enter will suffer the most. We'd better conserve our energy."
In the Tiandou Royal Team area, Yu Xiaogang, whose face had been swollen after being treated by a healing spirit master, still spoke with a lisp.
There was no way. The healing soul master could heal his face, but he could not replace the teeth that were knocked out by Flanders.
"Teacher, I know."
Tang San nodded, but he became more and more impatient.
Trash like Yu Xiaogang only knows how to talk meaningless nonsense.
Ordinary people can see it clearly, so how can't I, as a great God King, see it?
Ever since they learned that Yu Xiaogang gave up Liu Erlong and joined the Spirit Hall.
The rest of the Shrek Seven Devils tacitly distanced themselves from Yu Xiaogang.
But Tang San had no solution at all.
Who says he is the pure, loyal and filial God King Tang San?
Even if he had taken a pile of dung as his master, he had no choice but to accept it.
"Xiao San, what do you think about joining the Spirit Hall?"
After a long silence, Yu Xiaogang, who felt the atmosphere between them was a little awkward, couldn't help but speak.
"Teacher, I need to think about this."
Tang San took a deep breath.
"You know, we in the Haotian Sect closed our mountains and retreated because of the Spirit Hall."
"Even my mother died at the hands of the Spirit Hall."
Yu Xiaogang's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.
Ever since he learned the truth about the Haotian Sect's retreat from Guimei, his first thought was to keep it secret from Tang San.
"Teacher, you don't think my father left me any message, do you?"
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's ugly expression, Tang San showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Yu Xiaogang is such a person. He always uses information asymmetry to fool others and create the image of himself as a master.
"Xiao San, the one who killed your mother was Qian Xunji, the previous Pope of the Spirit Hall."
Yu Xiaogang's mind was working frantically and his mouth was talking non-stop.
"Qianxunji died at the hands of your father."
"As the saying goes, when one dies, all debts are settled. Your mother's revenge has been considered complete."
Yu Xiaogang didn't know that it was Tang San himself who completely killed Tang San's mother.
However, he was more than happy to have Qian Xunji take the blame for his mother's murder.
"And it was Butian Pavilion who killed your father."
"The only force on the entire continent that can stand up to the Butian Pavilion is the Spirit Hall!"
Although Yu Xiaogang said this to satisfy his own selfish desires, there was nothing wrong with what he said.
The only one that can compete with the Butian Pavilion is the Spirit Hall.
"After joining the Spirit Hall, Master, I imagine you've been highly regarded by the Pope, right?"
Tang San really couldn't stand Yu Xiaogang anymore.
He has his own plans for the future and is fed up with Yu Xiaogang's selfish and pointed fingers at him.
"I think the teacher should just go about his business."
"It's better not to worry about my affairs anymore."
After saying that, Tang San waved his sleeves violently, ignoring Yu Xiaogang's expression as if he had eaten shit, and walked away.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and blue.
It wasn't just because his own disciples ridiculed him to his face.
What made him even more unbearable was that although he was given the title of honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, he was not assigned any tasks.
Honorary elder is just a mascot in name only.
No one in the entire Spirit Hall looks up to him.
Yu Xiaogang took two deep breaths, and his complexion gradually recovered.
However, the already gloomy face became even gloomier.
"ungrateful!"
"You're disloyal!"
"They are all blind bastards!"
Yu Xiaogang cursed with gritted teeth.
The ungrateful person naturally refers to Tang San.
The one who is disloyal is Flanders.
In the eyes of an extremely selfish person like Yu Xiaogang, it is never himself who is wrong, but the whole world.
"In that case, don't blame me!"
Yu Xiaogang snorted, as if he had thought of something, and a sinister look flashed across his eyes.
After Tang San got rid of the entanglement of the useless Yu Xiaogang, he started to wander around the sixty-four fighting spirit arenas.
"Xiao San!"
Xiao Wu's shout came from not far away, which made Tang San quicken his pace.
"Well, Uncle Ning, Rongrong, Xiao Ao, are you here too?"
When he got closer, Tang San found that there were a lot of people watching the game near the fighting arena, and he even found many familiar faces.
"Well, hello, Xiao San."
"Third brother."
Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong both greeted Tang San.
Oscar nodded towards Tang San.
Tang San was a little confused. This kind of individual competition was not something that a support-type spirit master could participate in.
Why are Ning Rongrong and Oscar here?
"Xiao San, look, this is a disciple from Rongrong Sect. He's already reached the strength of a Seven-Ringed Soul Saint before he's even thirty years old."
Tang San frowned immediately upon hearing this.
He reached the level of Soul Saint before the age of thirty. He didn't remember that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had such an outstanding disciple.
But at the same time, he felt relieved and understood why Ning Fengzhi and others appeared here.
"He is not yet an official disciple of my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, looking somewhat distressed.
Although Ji Juechen learned swordsmanship from Chen Xin, he has always been ambiguous about joining the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
With his vision, he could naturally see that Ji Juechen might be the next Sword Douluo in the future.
Ning Fengzhi would get such a person into his pocket at any cost.
Thinking of this, he looked at Ning Rongrong beside him.
Even if it means sacrificing my own daughter!
Tang San looked towards the fighting arena.
At this moment, seven souls appeared under Ji Juechen's feet one by one. He just swung the sword in his hand twice and knocked his opponent off the fighting stage without using any soul skills.
Even though they were at a distance, Tang San could feel the sharp sword intent from Ji Juechen.
"This guy is a formidable opponent!"
After Tang San made an evaluation in his mind, he looked at Ning Fengzhi again.
"Uncle Ning, is this Sword Douluo's disciple? Why have I never heard of him before?"
"His name is Ji Juechen. He is a young talent I discovered a few years ago in the Tiandou City Great Fighting Spirit Arena."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and began to introduce Ji Juechen's background.
"This person's innate soul power is at level three, but he is a rare genius who can improve in battle."
"It is thanks to the insights gained from countless life-and-death battles that he has reached his current level at this age."
There was a hint of surprise in Ning Fengzhi's voice.
He also admires people like Ji Juechen very much.
Hearing this, Tang San showed a look of surprise on his face.
Ji Juechen?
This name seems to be familiar to you?
Tang San was certain that there was no such genius in the era before he became a god.
But what exactly is this somewhat familiar feeling?