Tang San stretched out his hand to take off the token, his expression was a little frustrated, Wufeng patted him on the shoulder without speaking, he looked at the black arm on the ground, but he was shocked.

He only felt a slight heat on the middle finger of his right hand, and a black gas emerged from the severed arm, quickly injecting into the light white finger marks.

A moment later, the black gas was drained, and the severed arm was blown into powder by the breeze and drifted away.

Wufeng looked at his fingers, but found that the white mark had darkened a lot, turning into light gray, and at the same time, an inexplicable message suddenly appeared in his mind.

"It turns out that if you want to return to the original world, you need to absorb enough of this strange demonic energy......" A light flashed in Wufeng's eyes, and he had some plans in his heart.

Tang San didn't notice this scene, he clenched the token tightly, and secretly swore in his heart that he must become a Title Douluo as soon as possible!

The two rested for a while, and then returned to the village bathed in the bright moonlight.

The original houses in the village have all collapsed, and now a group of people are huddled in a makeshift shed to rest, and a few strong men are keeping vigil all around.

Seeing the two returning, a strong man led by him greeted him and said with concern: "Are you all right?"

Tang San nodded and replied, "We're fine, this time...... That person seems to have come because of my father, and it has affected everyone......"

Wufeng sighed slightly, and secretly said in his heart, maybe I am the culprit......

In fact, Su Yuntao summoned Ghost Douluo to come for both reasons.

First, when he wanted to devour Tang San's martial spirit, he was shocked by Tang Hao's extremely strong aura. A peerless powerhouse who is out of control, the Martial Spirit Hall must know about it.

The second is that because of the lack of wind, the vision when he awakened the martial soul, Su Yuntao felt that it was very likely to be the legendary god-level martial soul!

It's just that the result was beyond the expectations of the Wuhun Palace.

The strong man's eyes were complicated, and there was no resentment towards Tang Hao in his heart, not only resenting him for inviting such a fierce god, but also complaining that he couldn't protect the village, and even half of the destruction of the village was caused by the aftermath of his strength.

But he ended up just sighing, patting both on the shoulder, and turning away.

Tang San and Wufeng glanced at each other and were silent.

The two sat at the foot of the back mountain, looking at the bright night sky, each thinking about it.

The moon is getting darker, but the stars show their heads, twinkling and twinkling, and from time to time there are meteors streaking, making people feel the vastness of the universe.

After a long time, Tang San spoke: "Brother Feng, I will go to Notting City tomorrow, what are your plans?"

Wufeng chuckled lightly and said, "I'm not in a hurry to go over, the village has suffered a great disaster, and I have to help everyone settle down completely." ”

Tang San said: "Then I'm not in a hurry......

Wufeng interrupted with a wave of his hand, and said: "It's not appropriate for you to stay here, Ghost Douluo doesn't know if he is alive or dead, the Wuhun Hall will definitely send someone to investigate, Uncle Hao's information should not be kept safe, and it will be an extraneous thing for you to stay." ”

"I'm different, I actually don't have a direct relationship with your father and son, and the Martial Spirit Hall won't do anything to me. You have to go to Notting City to find the master according to Uncle Hao's wishes, and he should have a way to protect you. Don't worry, I'll come to you after I've done this. ”

Wufeng had a bottom in his heart, the scene when his martial soul awakened, only Su Yuntao, Tang San's father and son, and several other children knew that Su Yuntao was dead, Tang San's father and son needless to say, the other children were only six years old, and they didn't understand anything, so they didn't have to worry at all.

When someone from the Martial Spirit Hall came to investigate, they would only know that Ghost Douluo had encountered Tang Hao, and they couldn't talk about him at all.

Tang San was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Brother Feng, then take care, I'll wait for you in Notting City." ”

"Don't worry, I also have a little bit of self-preservation. ”

Wufeng looked at him, suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said with a smile: "Little San, are you curious about how strong I am now?"

Tang San was slightly stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Fight?"

Tang San blinked, and then he also smiled, and said, "Fight, fight!"

The two climbed up the back hill and stood opposite each other.

Wufeng is actually very curious about how strong his strength is now.

Tang San put on a posture and said softly, "Brother Feng, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Xuantian Gong started to work, and his footsteps were slightly wrong, leaving a faint phantom in the same place, which was the ghost shadow trace!

Wufeng's body leaned slightly, his attention was fully focused, the Sun Sutra in his body was running endlessly, and the golden sea of bitterness began to churn, bringing up bursts of powerful aura.

"Brother Feng, look at the boxing!"

Tang San's figure appeared behind Wu Feng, and a punch of seven points of strength struck him in the back.

'Brother Feng's physique is special, and he shouldn't be hurt with this kind of strength. ’

He thought in his heart, but found that Wufeng didn't dodge at all, and ate his punch hard!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Tang San only felt that his fist seemed to have hit the bluestone, and he couldn't shake it even a bit!

And the corners of Wufeng's mouth curled slightly, Tang Sanqicheng's strength was simply tickling, after all, he was only a six-year-old child, even if he had the Xuantian Gong bonus, his strength would be one or two times greater than that of ordinary adults.

But he ignored it directly, and his body was only six years old......

It can only be said that the Ancient Holy Body is too strong!

Tang San was fruitless in one blow, and he was not discouraged, his figure moved slightly, he used the ghost shadow to disappear again, turned to the side of the windless, and a faint white light lit up on his right hand, it was the Xuanyu hand!

"Control the crane and capture the dragon!"

The white jade-colored hands brought up a light-colored light and shadow, like a divine dragon rising, and like a divine crane flying, with a hint of majestic domineering in the lightness, and landed on Wufeng's chest.

Wufeng still didn't dodge or dodge, and straightened his chest to meet Tang San's attack!

Boom!

There was another muffled sound, and Wufeng only felt a slight pain in his chest, and he was shocked, he didn't expect Tang San's full strength to be so strong.

And Tang San was even more shocked, he had already used ninety percent of his strength with the blow just now, and he couldn't even hurt the windless, and he couldn't even repel it!

"Brother Feng, this blood martial soul is really strong!"

Wufeng had already come back to his senses at this time, and when Tang San had time to withdraw in the future, he stomped hard under his feet, and swung his right fist out from his waist, like a dragon going out to sea, rushing towards Tang San's chest with a faint golden light.

Tang San's eyes lit up, the ghost shadow reappeared, and the windless punch only hit his afterimage!

Wufeng is also a little helpless, he has not learned martial arts, and the Sun Sutra is also heavy and light, and there is no relevant combat method, so he now has a strong strength, but he can't give full play to it.

In the face of a person like Tang San, who has light skills, combat skills and some combat experience, he really doesn't have much advantage.

What's more, Tang San's unique secret weapon was not used.

"But...... You would be naïve to think that I would lose!"

As soon as the windless mind moved, the Sun True Sutra ran around the sky, and the golden sea of bitterness churned violently, although it was only the size of a sesame seed, it brought up an amazingly powerful aura!