Chapter 397： The master was vomiting blood and Xueye was gone (1/2)
”Zhuqing, little raccoon dog.” Ao Tian shouted.
He took out two golden dragon scales, which were engraved with the names of Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Tan.
”This is a gift for you.”
Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaoli showed surprise in an instant, their eyes were shining, and they couldn't look away.
They recognize this type of dragon scale. Xiao Wu, Gu Yuena, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong all have one in their hands. This is the status symbol of Aotian woman.
Xiao Wu once showed them the power of dragon scales, which made them envious.
Xiao Wu said, this is a treasure that is stronger than the artifact.
Unexpectedly, they could even have it.
At this moment, endless ecstasy and happiness filled their hearts.
The surprise came too suddenly, and the two of them were stunned for a while.
”What are you trying to do? Thank you, Brother Tian.” Xiao Wu quietly stabbed Zhu Zhuqing and reminded.
”Thank God... Brother Tian.” Zhu Zhuqing took the dragon scale and shouted shyly.
Her pretty face was already flushed, she had already yelled countless times in her dream this time, and she finally yelled it today.
”Thank you, brother.” The little raccoon also took his gift and was overjoyed.
Ao Tian smiled and said, ”Xiao Wu, when you have time, you can tell them about the function of this dragon scale.”
”Okay, leave it to me.” Xiao Wu said, clapping her chest.
After a while, Xiao Wu asked, ”Brother Tian, now the Soul Master Competition is over, where shall we go next?”
Ao Tiandao: ”I won't go anywhere, you will stay in Wuhun City to practice in the next few days.”
”Hmm.” The girls nodded.
……
Early in the morning, Tang Hao took Tang San out of the forest where he was resting for one night, and hurried to the nearest big city.
Tang Hao had to let Tang San recover as soon as possible, so as not to delay Tang San's cultivation.
In the city, the father and son spent money to hire a senior soul healer for treatment.
Tang San recovered most of his injuries, and the rest, thanks to his strong body's resilience, would soon be able to recover on his own.
The injuries in Tang Hao's body are not so easy to treat, and the effect of treatment is not obvious.
But he doesn't care. With his cultivation base, this injury can still be recovered as long as it takes time.
It happened that Tang San also needed several years of hard training, enough time.
The father and son entered the city in the morning and left in the afternoon.
Tang Hao led the way, and Tang San followed behind in strides.
Tang Hao walked in the direction of the Heaven Dou Empire, not on the road, but specifically looking for complex terrain to advance.
”Dad, where are we going now?” Tang San asked curiously behind.
Tang Hao said, ”From now on, I will conduct a series of training for you. The Spirit Hall has already started on you, and you have no retreat. You can only make yourself stronger in a short period of time. Otherwise, you will be in your entire life. Can only live in a dark corner like a mouse.”
Tang San clenched his fists, his face firm, and said: ”Dad, don't worry, I will definitely complete your training in the shortest time.”
Tang Hao nodded slightly, and said, ”This time on the road will last for half a month, so you should be mentally prepared.”
”Dad, I can hold on.” Tang San said.
Tang Hao stopped talking, and silently led the way in front of him, choosing to walk in remote places.
Following Tang San hesitated for a moment, and still asked what he wanted to know the most.
”Dad...Is my mother killed by Wuhun Hall?”
As soon as Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao stopped abruptly and turned to look at Tang San.
The slumping temperament on his body instantly disappeared, his aura was fully opened, his fierce gaze was like two lightning strikes on Tang San, making Tang San feel a burst of pain.
The violent fluctuating emotions flashed across Tang Hao's face, his explosive aura quickly subsided, and he calmly said: ”Don't ask about this matter again. With your current strength, you don't have the qualifications to understand the truth. I want to. If you know the answer, let yourself become stronger as soon as possible. When you meet my requirements, I will naturally tell you the answer.”
After speaking, he turned around and moved on.
Tang San stood on the spot, his fists clenched tightly, almost grabbing his palms, and a strong hatred appeared on his face.
Although his father didn't tell him the answer just now, how could he not guess from his father's violently fluctuating emotions?
My mother's death must be inseparable from Wuhun Palace!
Remembering that he hadn't been loved by his mother since he was a child, and had never seen his mother, the hatred in Tang San's heart became more and more out of control.
”Wuhundian, one day, I, Tang San, will let you pay for it!” Tang San roared with hatred in his heart!
”Catch up!” Tang Hao's flat voice came from the front.
Tang San just woke up from the intense hatred, and quickly followed in his father's footsteps.
Half a month later, the father and son stopped in front of a high rolling mountain range.
Tang Hao carried his hands on his shoulders, looked up at the towering mountains in front of him, and said:
”In the next two years, I will be here to give you special training. I hope you can meet my requirements within two years.”
Hearing his father's words, Tang San's fighting spirit arose in his heart and said, ”Dad, don't worry, I will definitely be able to do it.”
”good.”
Tang Hao strode in, Tang San firmly followed...
……
At this time, Tiandou City, the gate of Shrek Academy.
The master who had just come from the family and Liu Erlong stood here, looking at the scene inside Shrek Academy.
The predecessor of this academy was called Lanba Academy, and it was also well-known in Tiandou City. In particular, recruiting students does not need to look at the status of the students. As long as the talent is sufficient, ordinary children can also enter here to study.
Therefore, a large number of young soul masters come here every year to study. Although the Blue Tyrant Academy is not as large as the Royal Academy, there are still a lot of students. A genius remembers 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/
Now, the master and Liu Erlong are standing at the gate of the academy. All they see are depression and desertedness, and never see the lively scene of the past.
The master's brows have been frowning, and he looks like he is thinking about it.