Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 39 39. Not hammered out
With the blessing of Ning Rongrong's +30% strength and agility, Tang San ran around Zhao Wuji at extremely high speed, his body almost turning into a stream of light.

At the same time, his white jade-like hands resembled the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, with various small iron tools suddenly appearing on them, but they were hard to see clearly.

On the ground under Zhao Wuji's feet, however, countless hidden weapons fell: steel needles, flying knives, arrows...

In just a few dozen seconds, the ground was covered with a layer, airtight!

Zhao Wuji, who was glowing with golden light, stood there motionless, no matter how Tang San used hidden weapons, it was impossible to break through his defense.

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San who was jumping up and down, grinned, and said mockingly.

"Little monkey, use more strength, this strength is not enough to tickle your grandpa!"

Tang San said nothing and kept attacking different parts of Zhao Wuji's body.

According to the experience of martial arts in previous lives, general hard skills, such as iron cloth shirt and golden bell cover, will leave an acupuncture point as the cover door.

The cover is the Achilles heel.

In Tang San's opinion, although Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King, had unparalleled defensive power, the same should be true.

However, he completely ignored that the world was different after all.

A slap in the face is inevitable!

"Little monkey, where are you running!"

Seeing the slippery Tang San suddenly coming to him, Zhao Wuji was overjoyed and reached out to grab...

But my hands are empty!

That’s right, he didn’t catch it!
Zhao Wuji looked at the elusive Tang San angrily, but he said a rare compliment.

"What a weird self-created soul skill! But..."

"Haha, you don't think that Soul Saint's strength is that simple!"

"The third soul skill...gravity enhancement!"

Originally, Zhao Wuji was planning to try to catch Tang San, this slippery little monkey.

However, the stick of incense on the ground was almost burned out!
Of course, this had absolutely nothing to do with his lack of confidence in dealing with Tang San's weird movement skills!

As Zhao Wuji's soul skill was unleashed, Tang San immediately felt heavy pressure from above, half-kneeling on the ground, unable to stand up at all.

Zhao Wuji looked back at the scent, which was only a little bit left, and smiled.

"Little monkey, I won't give you another chance this time!"

"The fourth soul skill, the fifth soul skill!"

Tang San, who was almost fixed in place, suddenly smelled the sweet smell of honey.

At the same time, he felt fuzzy in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious bear.

"Danger!"

Just when he realized this, an unparalleled force came from behind.

"Whoosh!"

Tang San was surprised to find that he was "flying" towards Zhao Wuji.

If it was really sent to Zhao Wuji automatically, then he would never have a chance again!
At the moment of crisis, Tang San recalled what he had gained in the past two days in Soto City, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Wuji.

"You can only use that one, Teacher Zhao... life or death depends on your fate!"

Tang San narrowed his eyes, looking extremely solemn!

Zhao Wuji's defense was too outrageous. Even if his new hidden weapon was designed to defeat hard Qigong, he still had to find the weak points.

At this moment, Tang San's eyes turned purple completely, rivaling Zhao Wuji's golden eyes.

When Zhao Wuji saw this, he couldn't help but admire him.

"This little monkey really has a skill. Jade hands, body skills, eye skills, these are three self-created soul skills, as well as these weird weapons...We must accept him."

"However, I have to teach you a lesson now, otherwise where will my old face be?"

As Zhao Wuji became distracted, Tang San finally discovered the weakness in Zhao Wuji's body-protecting soul power.

"It's now!"

"call out!"

Four or five golden needles, thinner than a hair, pierced the sky, and with the blessing of gravity, they pierced into Zhao Wuji's body!
Zhao Wuji felt the long-lost tingling sensation in various parts of his body and was suddenly shocked.

A level 29 great soul master actually broke through his defense.

Amazing, really amazing!

"Wow!"

pain!
It hurts so much!
My arms and chest hurt everywhere.

Moreover, Zhao Wuji felt that this pain was spreading to his heart. If it entered the heart, the consequences would be disastrous!

He could no longer care about Tang San and immediately mobilized his soul power to completely seal off these abnormal areas.

A second later, he raised his head and saw Tang San's hateful face not far away, and he suddenly spoke menacingly.

"Little monkey...you are looking for a beating!"

"Clap!"

Ning Rongrong immediately stood up and spoke. "Stop, it's time for a stick of incense!"

Zhao Wuji turned his head stiffly, and there was indeed only the stick left of the incense stick.

But just suffer the loss of being dumb?
At this moment, a thin figure turned in from the playground. Seeing the mess, he cried out in pain.

"This...this...what did you do?"

The visitor was distraught and roared angrily.

"Ah, Zao Wuji!"

Zhao Wuji smiled awkwardly.

"Hahaha…"

"Well, why did Flanders show up now?"

Zhou Ting, who was secretly watching the battle, was surprised for a moment. He also wanted to see the famous scene where Tang San used the Clear Sky Hammer to hit Zhao Wuji.

but…

It is unreasonable that the Clear Sky Hammer without adding any soul rings could beat Zhao Wuji so badly!
Even if Zhao Wuji despised Tang San, it would still be impossible!

Originally, Zhou Ting was planning to take this opportunity to see if there was anything fishy about this blow, such as someone playing tricks.

The result... was not typed.

Bad review!

The next moment, Flanders's eyes suddenly lit up after he understood the situation clearly.

This year, four little monsters actually successfully passed the entrance examination, and they passed it under Zhao Wuji's hands. This is really great!

He knew Tang San and Xiao Wu, he had met them before, and he guessed their identities, they were Xiao Gang's disciples!

The other two are not easy either!

Just, look at the two injured little girls lying in mid-air.

Flanders couldn't help but glared at Zhao Wuji fiercely, and then shouted.

"Oscar, come here!"

"Whoosh!"

The dean called, and Oscar responded immediately.

"President, are you looking for me?"

Flanders glanced at the bearded disciple, endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore, frowned and lectured.

"Don't grow a beard anymore!"

Oscar scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a low eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Well, they are injured, you make some sausages..."

When he heard about making sausages, Oscar became very excited and did not forget to quote.

"Teacher, a five copper coin."

Dare you ask the teacher for money?

Flanders said with a half-smile.

"Xiao Ao, are you sure?"

Oscar's smile froze and he said with a grimace.

"But teachers and students also need to eat."

Flanders couldn't help but sneered and asked.

"Huh, don't you know how to make sausages?"

Oscar was speechless for a moment.

Flanders said impatiently.

"Stop chattering!"

"Ok."

Oscar agreed weakly. Just as he was about to move his hands, he unconsciously turned his head to look at the injured people. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Ning Rongrong.

Making sausage...failed!

"What are you thinking!"

Oscar came back to his senses instantly, took action again, and recited a spell in a low voice.

"I have roots..."

Suddenly, a crisp voice of disgust sounded.

"Wait, I don't want to eat!"

(End of this chapter)