What is the general mood?

It's about an eerie calm, and a fury that erupts from within!

Tang San was in this state now, and judging from his face, he probably didn't have any special emotions.

But judging from the slight tremor on his body, he probably didn't feel very calm in his heart.

"Your father, who is it?!"

Killing the enemy of the father, I only knew that it was Camelot or the Wuhun Palace's hand before, but now I can lock who it is, and I should know its name.

It's not the kind of father-son relationship that is like a stranger, and he still has to take revenge if he can take revenge.

He and Tang Hao have a deep "father-son relationship", not to mention, Tang Hao's death has too much impact on his growth.

If that Haotian Douluo who stood up to the sky and the earth was still there, would Ning Fengzhi dare to yell at him?!

If Tang Hao was still there, would the Wuhun Hall dare to treat him Tang San as dispensable garbage?!

Whether it is out of the relationship between father and son, or out of what he has suffered, he can't treat the enemy who killed his father as if he didn't see it!

"Guess?"

Yang Ning didn't continue, as soon as the spear turned, the tentacles had to be detached from the barrel of the gun.

"If I kill you, my father won't be able to hide it!"

Tang San doesn't care, it's the same to charge a part of the interest first!

It makes sense for you to kill my father and for me to kill your son.

"Oh, you can try it?"

Yang Ning sneered, the spear danced, and came with a fierce attack, without any nonsense at all.

Tang San's eyes froze, and a trident quickly appeared in his hand, facing Yang Ning.

"Bang-"

The sound of gold and iron intersecting exploded in his ears, and the two weapons collided fiercely!

Tang San only felt a sharp pain in his arms, and he was actually shocked back by Yang Ning for several meters.

Yang Ning didn't move!

The corners of Yang Ning's mouth flashed with a hint of mockery: "Do you want me to let you, otherwise, looking at your waste situation, it is unlikely that you want to avenge Tang Hao in the next life." ”

After speaking, the spear in Yang Ning's hand disappeared and looked around.

"Smack!"

A wooden stick appeared in Yang Ning's hand, and the curved stick body and the branches on it were even more mocking.

- Just folded from a nearby tree.

"I hope you don't regret it before you die!" With such contempt, Tang San's gaze became even colder.

"Don't think I'm insulting you, I'm a paladin."

At the same time that the wooden stick in his hand was pointing at Tang San, the soul ring behind Yang Ning's head had already emerged.

Tang San's gaze sank.

The other party is a paladin, and he is just a traditional soul master, and the reliance of this competition, the fighting armor has also disappeared.

The other party really wasn't insulting him.

But a nameless anger surged up in his heart in an instant, and the anger that should not have appeared rose from the bottom of his heart.

This anger overshadowed the anger of the son of the murderer of his father, the anger of being despised and looked down upon!

This anger came so strongly, so inexplicably!

But Tang San didn't refuse, didn't suppress, he chose to go along with this anger.

The ghost shadow moves under his feet, and the trident is the first to stab out!

Yang Ning also sprinted towards Tang San with a wooden stick in his hand, his speed was extremely fast, almost turning into a phantom.

Obviously, he shot later, but the last shot came first.

Tang Santong magnified suddenly, and the wooden stick, which was not threatening in anyone's hands, seemed to have turned into a poisonous snake.

The trident, which had already been pierced, suddenly changed direction, blocking the long stick that the opponent attacked.

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, but what rose immediately followed was even greater anger!

'You are known as the top three patriarch Yang Invincible in the Attack Force Soul Master Realm, and in your previous life, you could only succumb to my feet, what kind of thing are you? ’

Yang Ning didn't know what Tang San was thinking, and he didn't want to give him a chance to breathe, so he flicked the wooden stick, a typical posture of sweeping thousands of troops!

This was a move that anyone holding a long stick-like object could perform, but it was faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more powerful than Tang San imagined!

Tang San had no choice but to wield the trident again to resist.

"Bell!" With a loud bang, Tang Sanlian and his trident were shaken away.

"Smack~"

There was another sound of trees being broken.

Yang Ning looked at the wooden stick that had just been folded in his hand, as well as the other wooden stick that only had the tail left, and then looked at Tang San, who was on guard, a little helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want to pursue, the wooden stick is just a wooden stick after all, and being able to collide with the martial soul to that extent is already because of his superb skills.

Indeed, I have heard the powerful people with titles say that when they reach a certain level, even if they hold a paper weapon in their hands, they can be used as a divine weapon.

But obviously, he hasn't reached that level yet.

"I would like to advise you, I have been using guns since I was a child, and my family is full of people who use guns.

"You honestly get back to your disgusting tentacles."

Although there was no pursuit, it did not prevent the victory and defeat from being divided.

Maybe there is a bonus to the physical fitness of the soul ring overrun, but a wooden stick beats a high-level martial soul like that, and no one can open their eyes and say that the two have not yet won or lost.

Tang San calmed down the qi and blood that fluctuated due to Yang Ning's attack, but the two tentacles still firmly grasped the trident.

Of course he understood the meaning of Yang Ning's words.

- I've been playing with guns for more than ten years, and you just pull out a fork and want to fight me?

However, if you ask me to change me, don't it seem that I am shameless?

Seeing this, a hint of mockery appeared in Yang Ning's eyes.

I really think that this is in the trajectory of fate, and if you practice for half a month, you can compare with or even surpass other people's more than ten years of eating skills?

Yang Ning admits that there are geniuses in this world, and there are geniuses who can be comparable to others for more than ten years of kung fu after practicing casually for a period of time.

But that can only be one aspect, only one ability, not all aspects.

But what does the trajectory of fate say? Tang San seemed to be a perfect person, a perfect person with full skill points.

The various secret weapon manufacturing has reached the full level, so it is normal for the blacksmith skills to learn the level of the divine craftsman.

All kinds of martial arts moves are the same genius? This can only be considered a genius stage.

Tactical arrangements are still unbeatable? The soul master theory and the knowledge of the soul beast are also at the full level? It's a peerless genius.

Then enter the courtesan academy to study aristocratic temperament for a year? Knowing everything about astronomy and geography? Playing a fun soul master contest is the temperament of the superior?

Finally, to be unbeatable in wisdom?

Moreover, those who have completed all of the above studies will eventually become gods in their twenties.

If an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years has learned all the above things, then it is normal, after all, time is there.

Can you be in your twenties? While fighting for revenge, while studying?

Really, fornication is not so obscene.

Don't talk about whether you have that brain, there is not enough time.

What's more, Tang San didn't even have a brain.

If the trajectory of fate is a book, then the author's brain must be as underdeveloped as Tang San, and he has an extremely low self-esteem.

Luckily, it's not a fateful trajectory either.