Chapter 200 Tang San’s lies, Yu Xiaogang’s madness

Yu Xiaogang is not stupid. He can connect things together with a little thought.

Tang San's handwriting and medicinal herb booklet fell into Cheng Xiao's hands again.

It is easy to think of the ancient book on fairy grass that Tang San had been restoring some time ago.

And this fairy grass painting album is now in the hands of Cheng Xiao. Doesn't that mean that Tang San has obtained the ninth-grade purple zhi from Cheng Xiao?

For a moment, Yu Xiaogang was extremely excited. With the ninth-grade Zizhi, doesn't it mean that he will be able to break through the bottleneck and reach level 30 soon?

"Xiao San is such a good disciple. After suffering such a serious injury, he could still endure this and exchanged for me the ninth grade purple zhi." Yu Xiaogang was a little moved in his heart, "This kid, I really don't know what to say about him. .”

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang rushed upstairs to his dormitory, opened the door, and rushed in.

"Mistress, are you..."

Unexpectedly, the scene in front of him made Yu Xiaogang's mind buzz.

I saw Tang San opening his mouth, ready to swallow the ninth-grade purple zhi!

A burst of rage suddenly arose in Yu Xiaogang's heart, as if his beloved thing had been taken away. A hint of ferocity flashed across his face, but it disappeared in an instant.

Reason still prevailed, and Yu Xiaogang realized that the person in front of him was not someone else, but his own disciple, Tang San!

Tang San didn't expect that the teacher would barge in at this time.

He originally wanted to take it directly, and then ignore the incident, and then find a way to get through it later.

But he didn't want to be hit by Yu Xiaogang.

"Plop!"

Tang San reacted very quickly, immediately kneeling on the ground and slapped himself in the face: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"Get up quickly." Yu Xiaogang stopped him and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't show any anger, so it was naturally impossible for him to ask Tang San why he secretly prepared to take ninth-grade purple zhi in private, which would be detrimental to his dignity as a teacher.

"Teacher, Cheng Xiao didn't tell the truth!" Tang San winked, his eyes red, pretending to have no choice, but his mind was spinning wildly, and he wisely said, "His fourth soul skill is terrifying, and it hurts my martial spirit. Origin. Oscar’s sausage can’t cure it at all.”

Yu Xiaogang frowned: "Why would he do this?"

"Cheng Xiao, he..." In his eagerness, Tang San failed to round out the lie and got stuck for a moment.

Sweating broke out on his forehead, Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "Actually, Cheng Xiao likes Xiao Wu. He has always been jealous of Xiao Wu's relationship with me, so over the years, he and I have always been at odds with each other."

"He was afraid that I would not communicate with him because of this conflict, so he injured me and then used the ninth-grade purple zhi as bait to force me to submit. In this way, everything is safe."

The lies became smoother and smoother, Tang San kept talking almost without pause, and the expression on his face was very rich, as if he himself believed it.

"The origin of my martial soul is damaged. If I don't exchange with him, I will never be able to break through level 40! I will stay at level 39 for the rest of my life! This is what he told me today. And I also tried it. , whenever I use my martial spirit even a little bit, I feel a heartbreaking pain, as if my martial spirit is about to be broken."

Yu Xiaogang recalled Cheng Xiao's hurried look downstairs, and with the two facts confirmed, he actually believed Tang San's lies. No wonder he left in such a hurry.

"Ninth-grade Purple Zhi Peiyuan Strengthens the Origin, which can just repair my damaged martial spirit origin. So, after the exchange, I couldn't stand the temptation for a while, so, just..." Tang San said, pretending to be grief-stricken. : "Teacher, it was me who was obsessed with it! Please punish me!"

Yu Xiaogang twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a very forced smile, then patted Tang San on the shoulder and said, "Silly boy, the teacher doesn't want this ninth-grade purple zhi, so you can eat it!"

"But, teacher, what should you do?" Tang San said.

"Me? How old am I? Even if it were given to me, I would have missed the best age for cultivation. But you are different. You are young and cannot miss this time. I can't do it for myself."

When Yu Xiaogang spoke, he forcibly moved his eyes away from the ninth-grade purple mushroom. He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

How could he be so open-minded? If he was open-minded, how could he hold a grudge against Bibi Dong? How could he have avoided Liu Erlong for so many years?

This ninth-grade purple zhi was about to be obtained, but in the end he missed it.

This gap was difficult for him to accept. At a certain moment, he even had the urge to snatch it directly.

But can he steal it?

Tang Hao is very likely to be nearby! No matter how reluctant he is to give up, he can only give up! Otherwise, even if Flanders helps him, he won't be able to compete with a titled Douluo!

"But teacher, this is obviously for you..." Tang San's eyes flickered, but he pretended to blame himself and wanted to be pretentious.

"Okay, just listen to me on this matter. Just accept it!" After saying that, Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

He is afraid that if he goes out late, he will regret it!

Shutting himself into the room, Yu Xiaogang quickly drew the curtains, then covered his heart and slowly shrank, breathing heavily like a dehydrated fish.

His hope was all gone!

He may never have a chance to turn around again in his life!

Tears fell from the corners of Yu Xiaogang's eyes, but he cried silently, for fear that the sound would spread out and be heard.

The shattered hope made his whole body shiver, and an indescribable despair surged over him. After so many years, the only opportunity has been missed. This was a bigger blow to him than Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong were to him.

"Cheng Xiao!" A ferocious look appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Damn it, damn it! Cheng Xiao! I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will destroy you!"

After a long time, Yu Xiaogang gradually calmed down, with a coldness in his eyes. But how could he, a mere great soul master, do it?

"Xiao San, yes, Xiao San! Xiao San is a twin martial soul, and his talent is no worse than his!"

"I must make a more intense plan for Xiao San! Let him surpass Cheng Xiao as soon as possible!"

Unknowingly, without even noticing it himself, his attitude towards Tang San quietly changed because of a ninth-grade purple mushroom, and he completely regarded Tang San as a tool of revenge.

He excitedly took out a book from the bookcase and flipped through it quickly.

He once saw a fallen soul master researching a method of devouring other people's soul power to improve his own soul power. At that time, he and Bibi Dong accompanied him and worked together to kill him. After obtaining it, this unfinished method became Luo's soul power. In his hand.

Because Bibi Dong was by his side at that time, he burned it down. But later, he took some notes and roughly explained the concept.

In the past, he felt that this method was really harmful to Tianhe, but now that he thinks about it, he realizes that this method has many advantages. If it can be modified and the essence is taken, Xiao San's soul power may be quickly improved.

"The blood-draining ability of Xiaosan's third soul skill is very suitable for this method! It just needs a little modification."

A smile appeared at the corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

"Xiaosan, don't let down the teacher's expectations of you!"