Douluo: Reorganization of the Haotian Sect

Chapter 13 Protecting Weaknesses
Tang Xiao opened the lunch box for Tang Fei. He asked the kitchen to prepare some exquisite side dishes.

He seemed a little guilty. Ever since he adopted Tang Fei as his adopted son, he seldom cared about him. He was even less concerned about him than his older brother Tang Long.

Unfortunately, the elders were too arrogant during this period and insisted on finding a third-generation chief. Even Tang Xiao had to give in on some things.

Fortunately, Tang Long turned the tide and defeated Tang Hu with great force, which immediately quieted down the group of elders and gave Tang Xiao some breathing room.

When he heard that Tang Fei was injured, he immediately rushed to visit him.

Tang Fei took a bowl of soup and was about to drink it. When he heard what Tang Xiao said, he sighed and said, "Godfather, this is all because of you!"

"Did someone really instruct him to do this?" Tang Xiao's eyes widened on the spot. His cultivation was unfathomable. The air in the room seemed to stagnate and the atmosphere became heavy.

Tang Fei said: "I don't have any evidence, but Tang Sensu and I have no grudges. If no one instructed him, he wouldn't have made things difficult for me."

Tang Xiao pondered silently for a while, his eyes gradually narrowed, and said: "Since someone is using a trick that is not worthy of being shown on the stage, don't blame me for doing the same! Tang Long!?"

"exist!"

The door was pushed open and Tang Long walked in. It turned out that he came with Tang Xiao and was just standing outside the door waiting.

"I heard that Tang Sen has gained a very high level of control over the Zhen character spell recently? Go and give him some pointers." Tang Xiao said expressionlessly.

"Yes, godfather." Tang Long turned and left with murderous intent.

Tang Fei grinned, quite straightforward, quite protective! He didn't bet on the wrong horse, he chose the right backer.

"Don't worry about this matter. Tang Long will naturally handle it. He just defeated Tang Hu and is already the chief disciple of the third generation of the sect. He has enough power to control everything that happens among the third generation of disciples."

Tang Xiao said in a deep voice, and then his serious expression changed, and he asked with concern: "Is your injury nothing serious?"

Tang Fei shook his head and said, "It's okay. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have to lie down for at least ten days or half a month. But I have been practicing my body and constitution, so I will be fine in a few days."

Tang Xiao raised his eyebrows, pointed outside the door, and said, "Horizontal training? I was wondering why there are a few more small hammers in the yard. Are you dissatisfied with the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer?"

Tang Fei's expression froze. That was a thousand-pound hammer made from melted waste materials, but when it came to Tang Xiao, it became a small hammer?
But if you think about it carefully, the weight of other people's martial souls is over ten thousand pounds, so a mere thousand pounds is nothing.

"Okay, practice well, I'll come see you another day."

After sitting for a while, Tang Xiao patted Tang Fei on the shoulder, turned and left.

It will be dark.

Tang Sen walked out of the cafeteria whistling, ready to go back to rest.

Anyone who handles official business in the Haotian Sect can eat in the cafeteria, and teaching new people is naturally considered an official business.

"The spare ribs in the cafeteria are still the best. I can never make them taste this good at home." Tang Sen wiped his mouth, feeling very satisfied.

At this moment, a sturdy figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

"Brother Tang Long?" Tang Sen recognized the person coming and suddenly became frightened.

In the practice of Haotian Sect, the big teach the small, and the strong teach the weak.

Back then, he was brought up by Tang Long, and the devilish training is still vivid in his memory.

"Tang Sen, I heard that you have been very good at the Zhen character technique recently. Let me test the results of your training." Tang Long walked forward with a sense of oppression.

Tang Sen couldn't help but take two steps back and hurriedly explained: "Brother Tang Long, listen to me, I didn't hurt Tang Fei on purpose during the day!"

Tang Long showed a bewildered expression on his face and said, "What Tang Fei? What are you talking about? What I am going to do has anything to do with what you said? I just want to test the results of your practice!"

Tang Sen was choked and speechless for a moment.

"Activate your martial spirit, or you will accuse me of bullying the weak." Tang Long said coldly. Tang Sen also realized that this battle was inevitable. He heard that the battle between the three generations of chief disciples had already been decided, and Tang Hu lost. Now he could not count on him to help him.

Immediately, Tang Sen shouted loudly, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in a flash of black light.

Tang Long still stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.

Tang Sen was startled, "Aren't you going to activate your martial spirit?"

"Do I need to activate my martial spirit to spar with you?" A trace of disdain flashed across Tang Long's lips.

A feeling of humiliation suddenly rose rapidly in Tang Sen's heart. He roared angrily and swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand directly.

Tang Long sneered, but didn't even activate his martial spirit. He just swung his hand and slapped forward.

"Boom!"

When his palm collided with the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Sen felt an unstoppable force on his palm, which should have been fragile.

With a loud bang, he and his hammer flew more than ten meters away, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

He wanted to get up, but he felt severe pain all over his body and he couldn't even muster the strength.

Tang Long walked slowly towards him with his hands behind his back, squatted beside him and said, "Did you see it? This is the Zhen character technique, learn it well!"

After saying that, Tang Long put his hands in his pockets and left leisurely.

……

A few days later, Tang Fei recovered from his injuries.

In fact, he still had some ginseng paste in his hand, and he only needed to take a little of it, but he deliberately didn't do so, just to show it to others.

In this way, Tang Long can truly have a legitimate reason to be a disciple.

The training of new disciples in the sect should have been relaxed, but Tang Fei had been lying in bed for so many days.

The other person's eldest brother couldn't stand it and went to "give some advice", so what?
Even the elders couldn't find any fault with it.

Thinking of this, Tang Fei smiled proudly. He heard that Tang Sen would not be able to get up unless he lay in bed for half a month or twenty days.

Should!
No matter who ordered it, who the hell told you to bully me first?

Tang Fei shook his head, threw away all distracting thoughts, and then continued to practice the Nine-Layer Heavenly Elephant Power.

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed.

In the same small courtyard, a young man who was particularly well-proportioned and strong compared to his peers was swinging a big hammer.

He kept swinging the three thousand jin hammer, creating a strong wind, which swayed the grass on the ground and even lifted up the leaves.

The young man was Tang Fei.

Now he is eight and a half years old, and he has grown taller and stronger.

But everything seemed so out of place compared to his hammer.

The big iron hammer made of waste materials was not of high quality and was almost as big as a small water tank.

During this period, the neighbors living in the courtyards on both sides could not help but come to inquire. When they learned that the hammer weighed three thousand pounds, they immediately chose to move out, lest Tang Fei let go of it one day and even a big hole would be smashed in the house, and the people in their homes would suffer from unexpected disasters for no reason.

(End of this chapter)