Douluo: Fengyao, the God of War, starts with Liu Erlong

"Tang San, your methods are really endless!" Feng Yao raised his hand, looked at the silver needle in his hand, and said sarcastically.

what?

Can you catch this?

Tang San lowered his head slightly, his face a little gloomy, and he didn't say anything.

Not only was his hidden weapon discovered, but it was also easily taken over by the other party. Since there was no one-hit kill, any more words would only be an insult to oneself.

"What do you want? This is an academy!" Tang Sanse said in a serious voice, with a hint of panic in his tone.

In the fight just now, Tang San could feel that when Feng Yao was fighting him, it could be said that he was getting stronger with each fight, his speed and strength had improved. If he hadn't been fighting him head-on, others wouldn't have noticed at all.

"This is an academy. Of course I won't do anything to you. After all, we are classmates and have hunted souls together before. We have some friendship. I just made a mistake and hit you too harshly!" Feng Yao spread his hands. , chuckled.

After the words fell, Feng Yao felt relaxed physically and mentally, and the vague pressure before suddenly disappeared.

At this time, he was already sure that there were definitely strong people around watching all this, otherwise it wouldn't have been such a coincidence, and there was a one thousand percent chance that Feng Yao guessed that it was Tang Hao!

In this case, he didn't want to play this kind of house game with Tang San anymore.

After all, we can't kill Tang San, so isn't that just playing house?

There is a Titled Douluo behind the opponent. A small person like me, who has no background and no strength, does not have the ability to kill a second generation who has a Titled Douluo father as his backer.

It would be great if I had the opportunity to be the protagonist in another novel.

For example, once you time travel, you will be a ninety-nine-level titled Douluo, or if you have an old man by your side, no matter what, it will be a second time travel, bringing your own opportunities.

Unlike myself, I don’t even have a problem!

"Forget it, it's boring..."

Looking at Tang San indifferently, Feng Yao casually pinched off the silver needle in his hand, turned around and walked towards the other direction in the forest.

Looking at Feng Yao's leaving figure, Tang San clenched his fists and angrily hammered the trees behind him.

Feng Yao, don't be complacent, temporary success or failure means nothing!

He sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and began to use Xuantian Kung to recuperate his body and restore his strength. At this time, Tang San's body was all injured to varying degrees, and he was becoming more and more wary of Feng Yao.

In close combat, he, who possesses all the unique skills of the Tang Sect, is no match for Feng Yao!

The Blue Silver Grass is still too useless. Although I have Xuantian Kung and the Blue Silver Grass Spirit does not affect my practice, in terms of power, my own Blue Silver Grass can even glorify that Wasteful Spirit. Even the soul can’t compare!

It seems that the fastest way now is to use another martial spirit or create a powerful hidden weapon to defeat Feng Yao.

……

After this night, Feng Yao's life in the academy became much more comfortable.

Feng Yao, who decided not to stay in the academy, would go to the library every day after class to learn about martial arts and soul beasts.

Every powerful soul master not only has great strength, but also has a rich reserve of knowledge.

The reason why Feng Yao doesn't want to stay in the academy anymore is that it can no longer provide him with the resources he needs.

The resources of the small town were too few, and there was not even a spirit fighting arena. This made Feng Yao's idea of ​​relying on passive skills to practice quickly come to naught.

The first soul ring is five hundred years, and for the second soul ring, Feng Yao decided to have a thousand-year level.

In ordinary soul-hunting forests, there are almost no thousand-year-level soul beasts.

Therefore, Feng Yao became more and more determined to leave here.

From the day after that night's battle with Tang San, Feng Yao rarely appeared in the eyes of everyone in Qishe except for going to class and sleeping at night.

Soon, one year has passed.

Today is the time for vacation.

In the morning, in the dormitory of work-study students.

Feng Yao was packing his luggage. Xiao Wu came to Feng Yao's side and smiled sideways: "Feng Yao, are you going home?"

"Of course, I haven't been back for a year, so it's time to go back and have a look!" Feng Yao turned around and smiled lightly, recalling the last meeting with the village chief Geno a year ago in his mind.

Xiao Wu saw this and said happily: "Then shall I go back with you?"

"All of you have left, and Wang Sheng and the others have graduated. I'm the only one in the academy. It's so boring!"

Feng Yao's smile gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually became serious.

He came slightly closer to Xiao Wu's ear and whispered in her ear: "Xiao Wu, I suggest you go home!"

"The world of soul masters is very dangerous. You, a soul master, are not someone you can just wander into!"

When Xiao Wu heard this, the blush on her fair cheeks instantly subsided, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth froze.

"If you don't want to take me to play with you, then you don't want to, hum!" Xiao Wu boasted, turned her head and pouted as if she was angry.

Seeing this, Feng Yao took a deep breath and said nothing more.

He didn't think that what he just said could make Xiao Wu lose the possibility of continuing to live in human society.

But after all, it’s just a matter of giving it a try!

If it was revealed that Tang San had the father of a titled Douluo, and he was also eyeing Xiao Wu, a hundred thousand year old soul beast that had transformed, Xiao Wu would put a look of fear on his face, and then run towards the Star Dou Forest. .

Tang Hao is not a fool, he can definitely see it.

But today seems to be a special day...

Just when Feng Yao was secretly thinking about how to deal with Xiao Wu, a figure appeared at the door of the work-study student dormitory.

Taking a closer look, it was Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang!

At this time, Yu Xiaogang was wearing a black cloak, with a cropped haircut, dark eyes, a very fair face, and a smooth chin that lacked the unique symbol of a man. There was a strange smell exuding from his body, which was even more obvious in summer. As the breeze blew by, Feng Yao could smell it even from several meters away.

In this year, Yu Xiaogang has changed the way everyone inside and outside the college thinks about him. Compared with the past, except for his appearance, his behavior is nothing like before.

The reason for all this is because Feng Yao kicked Yu Xiaogang's bell to pieces that day, which resulted in Yu Xiaogang becoming what he is now.

According to gossip, Yu Xiaogang often follows female teachers at the college and imitates their behavior.

At this time, everyone saw Yu Xiaogang clasping his legs and walking towards the dormitory step by step.

When everyone saw Yu Xiaogang, they all showed inexplicable expressions.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Tang San, who was also packing his luggage to go home to see his alcoholic father, noticed something strange about the people around him and followed their gazes.

Seeing that it was Yu Xiaogang, Tang San put down the luggage in his hands and walked towards Yu Xiaogang.

"I'm here to find Feng Yao. I have something to inform him!" Yu Xiaogang smiled kindly and touched Tang San's dog's head.