Late in the evening.

On the official road outside Wuhun City, several exquisite carriages were slowly moving.

Thunder Douluo Ao Jianghai took Lin Jing and fell from the sky.

"Teacher." Lin Jing boarded the carriage where the master was and bowed slightly to the master.

"Xiao Jing, what the hell is going on with Xiao Wu? What paternal grievances? The master asked eagerly, and Flender and Liu Erlong on the side also cast puzzled looks.

It is not a trivial matter for the Pope of the Soul Hall to have a grudge that occurs at the end of the competition without regard for face, it must be something involving the title or many high-level members of the Soul Palace.

"This, let Xiao Wu explain it herself." Lin Jing shrugged helplessly, if Xiao Wu didn't want to say this kind of thing, then the less people knew, the better.

"I'm going to bring Xiao San and Xiao Wu." Flender said, opened the car door and jumped in.

The three people in the car fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere was somewhat solemn. The master and Liu Erlong didn't know how to face this student, who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Lin Jing had just persuaded the Pope, and the master would not be naïve enough to think that several titles were for the sake of Xiao Wu or Shrek's face.

Counting the strong man who suddenly appeared and was most likely Titled Douluo, the Chrysanthemum Ghost Sword Bone was thundering and scaly, and there were already seven Titled Douluo and Lin Jing who had more or less contact.

"Ahh

Lin Jing didn't know what the master thought, if Lin Jing knew, he would definitely add: "I actually worship with the Martial Spirit Palace..."

Soon, Flender returned to the carriage with Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"Brother Jing." Tang San and Xiao Wu looked at Lin Jing with complicated expressions.

"Okay, let's talk about it, what the hell is going on." The master looked around, and his gaze finally fell on Xiao Wu.

"I..." Xiao Wu didn't know how to talk about it, she didn't want to expose that she was a 100,000-year soul beast recultivation.

Seeing this, Tang San patted Xiao Wu's shoulder, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Xiao Wu, are you willing to say it?"

"Brother, you know?" Xiao Wu looked at him incredulously.

The three of them were confused.

What do you know? How did I not know?

"If there's anything you're embarrassed about, forget it." The master didn't want to force Xiao Wu either, but he still added. "You have to be careful of the Martial Spirit Hall in the future, although the Pope let you go this time, it may not be the next time you meet you."

...

A few minutes later.

"What's next for you?" In the other carriage, Lin Jing asked Tang San.

"Boss Dai and Zhuqing should return to the Star Luo Empire, the fat man and Ao Lanya go to Donghai City, and Oscar joins the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, well... I will go back with Ning Rongrong.

Xiao Wu and I, to be honest, I don't know where to go, maybe I'll continue to practice with the teacher. Tang San rarely showed a melancholy look, time flies so fast.

"Brother Jing, did the Pope see Xiao Wu's identity?" Tang San suddenly asked.

"Yes, but fortunately, only she saw it, and the other titles didn't find out. I was there just now, and I was trying to stop the Pope from speaking out about it, and it was all over when he said it.

But don't worry, I can hold it back on the Pope's side on the surface, so you should be careful not to be hacked. Lin Jing nodded and reminded again.

"By the way, Xiao San, how did you know Xiao Wu's identity?"

"I ate a begonia. After eating that fairy grass, my Purple Pole Demon Pupil underwent a mutation, and I had the ability to see through all the fog. Tang San explained simply.

"I see." Lin Jing suddenly remembered this incident.

"Brother Jing, thank you." Tang San suddenly stood up and bowed heavily to Lin Jing.

"You're welcome." Lin Jing also thought that Tang San was thanking him for his behavior today.

"Brother Jing, it turns out that you have been helping me and Xiao Wu all the time and doing so many things for us. Thank you! Tang San thanked Lin Jing again.

Lin Jing knew Xiao Wu's identity for a long time, but he helped keep it secret.

Thundering Douluo, Old Poison, Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, and several titles who joined the Wuhun Hall to influence the Wuhun Palace.

Tang San felt that he understood Lin Jing's plan in an instant, and the emotion in his heart was beyond words.

Lin Jing: ???

Tang San's behavior has a special word to describe it in modern times-self-attack.

"Little San, it's okay, we're brothers." Lin Jing used an indifferent smile to cover up the confusion in his heart.

...

Bang –

Outside the carriage came the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"There is a situation." Tang San and Lin Jing completed the summoning/possession of the martial soul in an instant.

"No, Bibi Dong is not the kind of person who doesn't keep his word..."

Lin Jing and Tang San glanced at each other and rushed out of the carriage. Lin Jing even directly released several soul skills, turning into a purple shadow and sweeping towards the place where the sound came from.

Fusion Soul Skill, Turbulent Purple Shadow Gun.

When—

A black hammer blocked the bone spear, making a popping sound.

A black figure appeared silently, standing quietly beside the carriage. It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties, tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath, but the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy appearance, the hair was messy like a bird's nest, and the beard on his face had not been tidied for I don't know how many days.

"Uh..."Lin Jing secretly said that it was not good, stepped out of thin air, and retreated to Tang San's side.

Seeing this person, Tang San, who had always been strong, seemed to have collapsed halfway, and two difficult words slowly spit out from his mouth.

"Dad... Dad..."

"Under the crown of Haotian." Lin Jing bowed his head in respect, looking like he didn't remember who had attacked just now.

"Little San, you've grown up." Tang Hao didn't care about Lin Jing and looked at Tang San kindly.

"Dad..."Tang San choked up a little.

Tang Hao's eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Eight years have passed, junior, do you hate me for leaving you behind these eight years?"

"No, I don't hate." Tang San shook his head.

"Why?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San's mood had calmed down at this time, and a natural smile appeared on his face, "Because you are my father, my life is given by you." Without you, how could I be? Children never have the right to blame their parents. ”

Listening to Tang San's words, Tang Hao only felt as if his heartbeat had missed a beat, looking at his fourteen-year-old son in front of him, his suppressed emotions finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he pulled Tang San into his arms fiercely, and hugged his son tightly with his strong arms.

'Shouldn't I slip away?' Lin Jing watched the deep love between father and son on the side, tiptoeing to get ready to slip away.

"Lin Jing." Tang Hao let go of Tang San and looked at Lin Jing.

Lin Jing stopped and blinked his eyes in place.

Tang Hao looked at Lin Jing and said with a little regret.

"I thought you were from the Martial Spirit Palace, but I didn't expect you to come forward for that girl today. It's a pity, you really don't plan to quit the Wuhun Palace? ”

"No, Haotian. The organization of the Wuhun Hall is not at fault, whether the Wuhun Hall makes the world better or makes the world worse depends entirely on who controls it. Lin Jing shook his head and expressed his opinion.

"Hmph, you are quite ambitious, if it really comes to the day when you can control the Martial Soul Palace, I promise you to only find the trouble of the current Pope's lineage, and the grievances of the Martial Soul Hall will be written off."

Tang Hao had been secretly following Tang San most of the time, and naturally understood Lin Jing's small movements. This time, Lin Jing was able to say that Bibi Dong let Xiao Wu go, Tang Hao was also very surprised, and had some other thoughts in his heart.

"Uh... Under the crown. Lin Jing didn't expect Tang Hao to be so direct, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"If I find out that you are not good for Xiao San...", the meaning of warning in Tang Hao's tone was obvious.

"Dad, Brother Jing won't harm me..."Tang San wanted to defend Lin Jing a few words, although Lin Jing joined the Martial Spirit Palace, Lin Jing's actions were all for his good.

"Uncle, don't worry, the junior is my brother."

"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded, Lin Jing had already indicated his attitude by calling him uncle.

"Call your teacher out, and I'll probably take you away next." Tang Hao said to Tang San again.

...