Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

Chapter 49 Bullying Tang San

Flander glanced at the people present, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Where are Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun? Where did they go?"

Tang San put down his fork and answered truthfully, "Brother Dai and Fatty said they were going out to eat, and they went to the city an hour ago. They haven't come back yet."

Upon hearing this, Flander sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

After Dai Mubai joined Shrek Academy, he spent all his time lingering among women, so it's no surprise that he went to those kinds of places again.

As for Ma Hongjun, it's not surprising that he has to suppress his evil fire at all times due to the flaws in his martial soul.

"Alright then." Flander didn't say anything more, turned to look at Yang Jian, "From now on you'll be classmates, so get along well and be friendly."

Yang Jian nodded, his face remaining expressionless, but inwardly he was sneering.

Get along with?

Unity and friendship?

He didn't kill everyone from Shrek Academy.

These are all expressions of kindness.

"Alright, you guys introduce yourselves first." Flander gestured with his chin toward Tang San and the others, "Get to know each other."

Tang San stood up first, his voice steady: "Tang San, twelve years old, level twenty-nine control-type battle spirit master, spirit: Blue Silver Grass."

Xiao Wu stood up immediately, hands on her hips, with a touch of playfulness: "Xiao Wu, twelve years old, level twenty-nine agility-type battle spirit master, martial spirit: Soft Bone Rabbit."

Ning Rongrong stood up gracefully, her chin slightly raised, exuding an innate arrogance: "Ning Rongrong, twelve years old, level twenty-six support-type weapon spirit master, martial spirit Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Oscar also stood up: "Oscar, twelve years old, level 30 food-type spirit master, spirit sausage."

The last one is Zhu Zhuqing.

She put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Zhu Zhuqing, twelve years old, level twenty-seven agility-type battle spirit master, martial spirit Netherworld Cat."

After everyone had finished their introductions, Flander nodded in satisfaction and looked at Yang Jian.

"It's getting late. I'll arrange a place for you to stay first, and we can talk about tomorrow tomorrow."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ning Rongrong suddenly stepped forward.

"No need, Dean Flander." Her voice was clear and melodious, and she had a sweet smile on her face. "You should go back and rest. I'll take Yang Jian to her place."

Flanders glanced at her, didn't think much of it, and nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Tang San and the others, however, showed strange expressions.

They had spent some time with Ning Rongrong and knew all about this young lady's temper.

Aside from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong disliked all the boys.

Why did you change your mind today?

Oscar's face was particularly grim. He secretly glanced at Yang Jian, feeling incredibly jealous.

After Flander and Zhao Wuji left, Ning Rongrong immediately moved closer to Yang Jian and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory."

Seeing how enthusiastic she was towards him, Yang Jian couldn't help but recall the faces of Chen Xin and Gu Rong, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Ning Rongrong blinked: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Yang Jian said, suppressing her smile.

"Let's go then." Ning Rongrong turned to leave.

"No rush." ​​Yang Jian shook his head. "I want to get to know these people first."

As he spoke, he walked towards Tang San and the others, and stood in front of Tang San.

Tang San raised his head and looked at the boy who was much taller than him, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart.

Yang Jian looked down at Tang San, his gaze calm.

Is this the future Buddha Tang?

She looks so ordinary, you wouldn't notice her in a crowd.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

If we kill Tang San right here, we'll definitely avoid a lot of trouble later.

The Spirit Hall shouldn't be destroyed.

With his current strength, killing Tang San should be no more difficult than killing an ant.

However, just as the murderous intent emerged...

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts suddenly activated automatically.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly.

He saw a scarlet thread on Tang San's body.

The silk threads extended from the top of Tang San's head, soaring straight into the sky, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

This aura does not belong to humans.

Yang Jian frowned.

God.

Only a god could exude this aura.

The only gods associated with Tang San are the Sea God and the Asura God.

Through the color of the silk threads and that sharp, domineering aura.

It's not hard to deduce that this is the Asura God.

It seems that the God of Asura noticed Tang San earlier than expected.

This is a difficult situation.

If Tang San were killed directly, it would definitely attract the Asura God.

Although he is very strong now, and with the help of the Celestial Hound, he can even be considered invincible among mortals, there is still a considerable gap between him and a god.

Especially since the Asura God is also a God King, he is even more powerful.

Yang Jian never fights a battle he is not confident of winning.

Since the situation was hopeless, he quickly suppressed his murderous intent and began to think about it from another perspective.

Tang San cannot be killed, but that doesn't mean he can't be bullied.

As long as we intercept Tang San's various opportunities and turn him into a complete waste, he will be no threat in the future.

Moreover, if given a little more time to develop, he might actually be able to fight against the gods.

Based on his understanding of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, as long as he cultivates it to the seventh level and unlocks the Law of Heaven and Earth, ordinary gods should not pose a threat to him.

After some thought, Yang Jian made a decision.

He reached out his hand to Tang San, a faint smile on his lips.

"Tang San, is that right? Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you in the future."

Tang San looked at the outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and shook it.

Please give me your guidance.

The moment their hands clasped together, Tang San's expression changed.

A tremendous force came from Yang Jian's palm, clamping his hand like an iron clamp.

Tang San quickly used his Xuan Yu Hand, making his palm as hard as iron in an attempt to resist.

But it was of no use.

Yang Jian's power is immense.

Tang San's hand began to twist and deform under Yang Jian's grip.

The bones made a creaking sound.

"ah--!"

Tang San let out a painful scream, almost kneeling on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Wu suddenly stood up and reached out to pull Yang Jian.

Yang Jian released his grip, glanced at Xiao Wu, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Little rabbit, why are you so agitated?"

Xiao Wu froze.

Her eyes widened, her expression blank.

Little rabbit?

This title —

Was he just saying it casually, or was he implying something?

Xiao Wu's heart suddenly raced, and a chill ran down her spine.

Yang Jian had already looked away, looking down at Tang San, and said casually, "Oh dear, I couldn't control my strength. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

Tang San looked at his twisted and deformed hand, trembling with pain, his eyes bloodshot, and panting heavily.

He knew that Yang Jian had done it on purpose.

But they dared not say anything.

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