Chapter 115 Conversation

"Xiao San!" A voice came from behind.

Tang San's action of preparing to attack the referee was interrupted by this voice.

Someone called him, and the spotlight shone over, making it inconvenient to use hidden weapons.

Hidden weapons are sneaky things after all, and they are not worthy of being in a refined place.

"Who?" Tang San turned his head and looked at the person who came.

This was a middle-aged man with ragged clothes and extremely strong physique.

Even Zhao Wuji from Shrek Academy was not as strong as him.

The gray-black cloak connected to the brim of the hat covered his face, and Tang San did not find his identity for a while.

"It's me!"

The middle-aged man slightly lifted the brim of his hat.

"Father?" It was Tang Hao.

Tang Hao put on his hat again, covering his face, and said to Tang San:

"Come with me, it's not convenient to talk here."

In the audience, Han Tao noticed all the changes.

Tang Hao's appearance was quite surprising to him.

Han Tao didn't plan to go up and say hello, nor did he plan to report to the Spirit Hall. All the soul masters here combined might not be enough for Tang Hao to fight.

He immediately made up his mind: "Run!"

The soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor is on his right leg, and Tang Hao must not find it.

He hid his figure and fled far away along the bustling crowd.

While Han Tao was escaping, Tang Hao also took Tang San to a quiet jungle.

He stared at Tang San: "Xiao San, what were you going to do just now?"

Tang San was very "filial" and respected his father Tang Hao very much. He told the truth: "The referee didn't allow me to use hidden weapons, and I lost the game."

"Since he is my enemy, I can't be soft on the enemy, otherwise it will only add to my troubles."

The referee has already killed him!

Tang Hao didn't understand, but was shocked.

Even if he was a powerful Titled Douluo, he would not treat other people's lives as worthless as Tang San.

Looking at Tang San, there was a hint of something else: "Maybe."

Tang San is not his child.

Titled Douluo is not a fool. As a father, Tang Hao always pays attention to his children.

Tang San's thinking and actions cannot be simply described as precocious, so he set a test:

Don't cook for Tang San, see how he will deal with it.

How can a father watch his child starve to death because of laziness? It is completely illogical, and even novels dare not be so outrageous.

"Alas!" Tang Hao sighed.

Once, he tried to deceive himself.

Tang Hao thought of a reason: "Precocious, it may be because of the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor and the inherited memory."

In the second year of Tang San's enrollment,

Tang Hao left the Holy Soul Village and went to the Star Dou Great Forest to find the Blue Silver King to verify the truth.

The Blue Silver King is no different from the Blue Silver Grass. He searched for a long time and found no trace of it.

One year like this.

Two years like this, three years, four years.

Until the fifth year: "Tang Hao!"

Stop, this is.

The long-lost voice of the Blue Silver King.

The sound came from all directions, and the loudest one came from a 5,000-year-old blue silver grass under his feet.

Originally, blue silver grass was not worth much, but recently, for some reason, there have been people buying it on the market, and the thousand-year-old blue silver grass is extremely expensive.

Tang Hao sold one.

The other party offered a high price of 500 gold soul coins. Tang Hao was very grateful for his generosity. After exchanging the money, he bought a lot of wine.

Han Tao's bid for the thousand-year-old blue silver grass was 20,000, the lowest 20,000, and there was no upper limit!

At this moment, a blue silver grass appeared under Tang Hao's feet again.

"Good stuff" Tang Hao's eyes lit up.

The Blue Silver King did not come out, and it did not dare to come out. Now the soul master is really too much. If you catch the blue silver grass, you will catch it and sell it for money.

It is also a blue silver grass, it is afraid

Tang Hao has not been able to find the Blue Silver King for all these years, because of this reason.

"What do you want to do?" The voices still came from all directions.

The Blue Silver King used other blue silver grasses through the domain link to transmit information to Tang Hao. It did not dare to expose its position.

Tang Hao squatted down: "I have a question."

"The question that has troubled me for five years, will the child born by the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor and the soul master have the inherited memory of the soul beast?"

"No!" The Blue Silver King gave the answer.

The truth is always cruel and despairing.

Tang Hao lowered his head in frustration and comforted himself: "After all, it is an insignificant thing."

"As long as Tang San's martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, even if it is not my child, it is considered a member of the Clear Sky Sect."

The interests of the sect are greater than personal affection.

Thinking in this way, it seems not so sad.

So, Tang Hao cheered up.

Tug off the thousand-year-old blue silver grass on the ground, ready to go to the black market to sell it for money, and then get some wine and drinks.

The Blue Silver King was very angry.

But it couldn't do anything, Tang Hao was a titled Douluo, and he couldn't beat him, and he didn't listen to reason, it was really damn damn!

"Child, inherited memory?"

It seemed to think of some possibilities.

The promise of the Blue Silver Emperor emerged in its mind, but this time, it chose to refuse: "Stupid thing!"

"You still want me to awaken your son's bloodline, you are dreaming!"

Tang Hao found the child, Tang San was holding a hidden weapon, looking at the referee with a malicious look.

Tang San said that this referee has [the way to death]

If he doesn't kill him, it will only add trouble.

Tang Hao's worldview was opened up, and he felt extremely exploded. He immediately asked: "Just because of such a ridiculous reason, you want to kill him?"

Continue to add, teaching by example: "Xiao San, have you ever thought about what consequences you will face if others find out?"

Hearing this, Tang San smiled: "Don't be afraid!"

"My master is Yu Xiaogang, he has the Pope's Order and can settle everything."

Just before going on stage, Master Yu Xiaogang was still showing off his knowledge in front of Tang San. I vaguely remember Yu Xiaogang's arrogant and arrogant attitude.

This kind of arrogance that ignores everything is something that Tang San could hardly desire in his previous life!

So, Tang San thought: "It's nothing more than a sneak attack to kill a referee, which is not a big deal."

Tang Hao paused, and was speechless.

Suddenly began to doubt his decision.

"Let the master teach Tang San, is it really right?"

Theoretical master is the title that Yu Xiaogang boasts of himself. He has been bragging and bragging. Many soul masters take it seriously, and Yu Xiaogang himself also takes it seriously.

"He can't handle it!" Tang Hao said in a tough tone.

He was still wanted by the Spirit Hall. As a wanted criminal, he knew very well how powerful the Spirit Hall was.

"Really?"

A hesitation flashed in his eyes: "But."

Tang Hao didn't say anything, and used his strength to prove that he was absolutely right.

The powerful aura that surpassed the Titled Douluo began to bloom from his body.

The soul power surged and agitated, carrying dust outward and singing in every corner of the dense forest.

"Title Douluo!"

Han Tao was very far away from the dense forest.

When he came to a safe distance, Han Tao looked back and found the dense forest where the two were:

"Is Tang Hao sick again?"

"Why release the aura of the Titled Douluo when you have nothing to do."