Douluo: The Legendary Hegemony of Douluo

"Background?" Tang San didn't understand, does background count as one's own strength?

Then he is still the descendant of the Clear Sky School, so his status shouldn't be worse than his Blue Lightning Overlord School?

"I know what you're thinking. You are the heir of the Haotian School, and your identity and background must be no worse than his, but no one knows."

"Do you know why I advised you to give up this competition?" Dugu Bo said.

Tang San shook his head, "Isn't it because I can't beat Yu Tianxuan?"

Dugu Bo sighed, "If your strength is the same as before, or if the fourth spirit ring is only a thousand-year spirit ring, I won't worry about you, or persuade you to give up the competition."

"But it's different now, your fourth spirit ring has reached the level of ten thousand years, do you think Wuhundian won't pay attention to you?"

"In addition to the fact that you were so prominent in the competition before, I am afraid that all your information has been placed on the table of a certain platinum bishop."

"If Wuhundian meets a genius, what will it do?"

"There are only two possibilities, conquer or destroy. If you don't join the Spirit Hall, then the Spirit Hall has countless ways to get rid of you in a legitimate way." Dugu Bo said in a deep voice.

Tang San was startled, "What about Yu Tianxuan, doesn't he also have a ten thousand year soul ring?"

"Just like I told you just now, there is only one difference between you and Yu Tianxuan, background."

"He, Yu Tianxuan, is the direct heir of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect. No matter how talented he is, even if all the soul rings are ten thousand years old, the Spirit Hall will not dare to touch him."

"This is the background, but no one knows your background. They only think you are a poor soul master from a small remote village."

Tang San was shaken by Dugu Bo's words, "Throwing away these, do I really have no chance of winning?"

"That's right, there is no chance of winning." Dugu Bo said without hesitation.

"Everyone made an appointment to win the championship together, to win the first place together, if I quit at this time, it's nothing." Tang San said.

"But do you understand, little monster, you can't get first place at all."

"Even if Yu Tianxuan is excluded, the golden generation of Wuhundian is a peak that you cannot surpass."

"There are three of them. I don't know the specific situation, and I don't know their martial arts and soul skills, but I can tell you clearly."

"Among the three, the one with the lowest spirit power is level 50 and also has a ten thousand year spirit ring. The other two are level 50. They are only twenty-three or four years old and can participate in the competition."

"As for the rest of the team members, none of them has spirit power lower than level forty-five. Can you understand the concept?"

Level fifty!

All members above level 45!

what does that mean?

What Dugu Bo said was right, even with Tang San around, they could barely take the third place.

The first must be Wuhundian, and the second should be Tiandou Royal Academy with Yu Tianxuan sitting in the second place.

Although Tang San had full confidence in himself, what he saw at this moment was an insurmountable gap.

I am only level forty-four, and the lowest soul power of the opponent is higher than myself!

And Dai Mubai, the highest in the team, has only forty-five ranks of spirit power, barely able to reach the last step of the Spirit Hall.

"Nevertheless, I still want to give it a try. If I give up without doing anything, then no matter where I come from, my ideas will not be clear." Tang San said resolutely.

Looking at Tang San, there was something more in Dugu Bo's eyes unconsciously, "Forget it, I don't bother to talk to you."

"Whatever you want, the old man left first, and rushed back from a long distance. I haven't eaten yet, so I'm going to look for food."

After speaking, a green light flashed, and Dugu Bo's tall figure had disappeared.

Holy Soul Village, Sword Forging Furnace.

This place is even drier than before, and there is no grass for a hundred miles around.

The earth is dry and hot.

A piece of meteorite about seven feet long has been hammered into three feet, and now it has the appearance of a sword embryo.

Countless soul masters were beating the sword meticulously, seeming to thicken many details.

Chen Xiu watched all this from a distance, and the Elder of Liantang was beside him.

"Report to the leader, the sword embryo has been forged, and we can start purifying the poison in another day." The elder of the refining hall replied respectfully.

"Finally, this day has come. I've been waiting for too long."

As Chen Xiu said, she already put her hand on the head of the phantom soldier next to him.

The Phantom Soldier Holy Spirit shook his head and looked at Chen Xiu suspiciously.

Chen Xiu showed a warm smile, and fondled the little head of the magic soldier Holy Spirit.

Her long pink hair now reaches almost to her waist.

The phantom soldier Holy Spirit felt itchy when someone touched his head, but he liked the feeling so much that he narrowed his eyes enjoying it for a while.

Chen Xiu has always loved her weapons, always, always.

In the distance, Zong Yang secretly observed Chen Xiu from a distance of 10,000 meters.

He fanned the fan in his hand unhurriedly, and Chen Xiu's luck was clearly revealed in his eyes.

The soaring golden beam of light seemed to have a golden throne on it, and a mysterious and hazy figure sat on it.

He is at the height of the sky, invincible, and no one seems to be able to reach his height.

And a golden dragon wrapped around the beam of light, as if it was about to soar into the sky.

Suddenly, a vision happened!

A white ball of light slowly split off above the throne.

He was born out of the throne, but he wants to climb up to the throne and stand on a higher position than the throne!

Zong Yang smiled without saying a word, just watching the changes silently.

The holy spirit is like a dragon, the dragon is sacred to the nine heavens, the sky and the stars fall, the falling dragon has regrets, the scales of the dragon are destroyed, the scales are pregnant with evil spirits, the evil stars are like swords, and the blade has two sides.

Zong Yang showed a bewildered smile, and just watched Chen Xiu silently.

Sudden!

Chen Xiu in the picture suddenly turned her head!

Zong Yang's face was startled, Chen Xiu's eyes just met him!

Is it a coincidence?

Chen Xiu seemed to say three words, but Zong Yang couldn't hear them.

However, Zong Yang could explain the spoken language, and when he understood Chen Xiu's words, he felt chills down his spine and stood on his head with chills all over his body!

The fan didn't care about fanning anymore, and just stood there motionless.

His eyes kept looking around, and his whole expression became tense.

After observing around for a quarter of an hour, Zong Yang swallowed slowly.

He didn't dare to make a sound. At this moment, the silence in his bedroom was terrifying, and there was no fire, and it was pitch black.

In the shadows, two figures came out, a man and a woman, one white and one black.

Zong Yang's expression froze, "Gemini, when were you here?"

Yin Ling: "It's always there."

Yang Ling: "My lord, are you going to sleep so early?"

Zong Yang took a deep breath, "Yes, there are a lot of things to be busy recently, thank you for staying here all the time, please step back, I'm tired, it's time to rest."

"Yes." x2