Chapter 222 The three-year agreement has arrived

Author: A Tong Shu

Chapter 222 The three-year agreement has arrived

If the thought of turning back into a man after becoming a god hadn't been motivating him, he would have collapsed and given up long ago.

Now, these damn three years of humiliation are finally over, and he, Mr. Tang Sanshao, is back again!

"Is this person stupid?" A middle-aged beggar next to him looked at the crazy Tang San and couldn't help but touch the back of his neck in fear. They and Tang San were both beggars without gangs. They usually lived in this small town.

In the alley, because Tang San looked too sinister, they basically had no contact.

"It's normal." An old beggar next to him seemed to have seen a lot of the world, and said: "There was a beggar who was hysterical before and said he was some kind of prince. In the end, he had to beg. A beggar is a beggar, don't do that.

An unrealistic dream.”

Tang San let out a long roar, letting out the soul power in his body wantonly, and the fifty-level soul power aura emerged. He has not stopped practicing in these years, and the hatred for Wuhun Palace in his heart has always supported him. The one who snatched Xiao Wu away

He never dared to forget the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

He even had nightmares from time to time where Xiao Wu was being molested by the Holy Son, which almost tortured him crazy.

"Martial Spirit Empire, wait! I'm back!"

"Soul Master, he is actually a soul master?" Seeing the four soul rings lighting up on Tang San's body, the old beggar and the middle-aged beggar both widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

How could a dignified soul master end up begging for a living with them? Is it possible to experience life?

Or? The old beggar thought more.

"It's actually the Master Soul Master." The middle-aged beggar showed envy in his eyes. Soul Master, what a desirable profession. He actually begged with the Master Soul Master. This is so impressive.

"No." The old beggar made a sound in his heart and pulled the middle-aged beggar's clothes, "Let's leave quickly."

"Ah, why?" The middle-aged beggar did not leave. He wanted to take the opportunity to chat with the soul master. After all, they were people who had begged together. Maybe he could be appreciated by the soul master for this and get rid of the beggar.

I have reached the pinnacle of my life.

"Nothing." The old beggar suddenly noticed Tang San's gaze and laughed brightly, "I remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

With that said, he walked quickly out of the alley, completely different from the way he used to be unable to move.

"Haha, want to run? It's too late!"

The ferocious laughter sounded.

Several screams came from the alley, and then calmness quickly returned. Tang San casually wiped his hands on the old beggar's clothes.

After seeing him, Mr. Tang, at his most desolate, do you still want to survive?

Haha, ridiculous.

And who knows whether they will expose themselves and attract their enemies. Xuantian Baolu has a saying - only dead people are considered good people.

"The reward for the seventh test of the God of Suffering is a tenth level soul power increase, a god-given soul ring, and a 30% affinity for the God of Suffering."

The sound of the divine test suddenly sounded, and then a spirit ring appeared out of thin air and clung to Tang San. If it were Shang An, he would have discovered that it was the result of the power of faith. This spirit ring was smoothly transformed into a ten thousand year spirit ring.

Then it stopped.

The joy on Tang San's face suddenly stopped. His fifth spirit ring was stuck for ten thousand years and couldn't be moved. Why is the fourth spirit ring even older than this!

He gritted his teeth and wanted to continue to increase the age of the fifth ring, but the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth finally made him stop.

After three years of being a beggar, his body has become very weak, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles, severe malnutrition, and a mutilated body. Being able to carry a ten-thousand-year soul ring is already a pretty good result of his soul power cultivation.

Then divine power was poured into his body, and his soul power began to increase. After reaching the tenth level of soul power, his realm finally stopped at level sixty.

"I still have a second martial soul. The first martial soul and the soul ring are almost nothing, and almost nothing is nothing." He comforted himself like this.

But I’m still so angry!

"The eighth test of the God of Suffering, killing the master. As your teacher, Yu Xiaogang is weak and is an obstacle on your way forward and also your inner demon."

"The mission requirement is to retaliate with tooth for tooth, repay the suffering that Yu Xiaogang brought to you in the illusion in the same way, and then kill Yu Xiaogang in the most cruel way."

"As a reward, I will receive a god-given soul ring and level five soul power. Do you accept it?"

The loud voice sounded in his ears again, but the content of the divine test made him tremble.

Killing a master?

This is contrary to his long-standing philosophy. How could he do such a thing? It goes against the principles of human ethics!

But when he thought about the torture he had endured in the past three years, thought of the little reason he had lost, and thought of Xiao Wu being snatched away, he couldn't say no.

My divine examination has already progressed to this point, how could I give up just now?

He was never willing to give up the divine examination.

The teacher will also understand.

After all, isn’t the teacher’s long-cherished wish to cultivate a disciple who can prove himself?

Tang San's expression was uncertain, his face shrouded in shadow, like a hungry wolf.

"accept!"

When I become a god, I will definitely rectify my teacher's name and make him respected by the world.

"Ding, the eighth test of the God of Suffering has begun. Please complete it within one month, otherwise it will be regarded as a failure and you will lose the qualification to inherit the divine throne."

After taking the divine test, Tang San's expression became increasingly deserted, and he walked out of the alley. One month was not much time, and he had to complete it as soon as possible just in case.

After gaining strength, Tang San no longer hid, first he took out the golden soul coins from the long-sealed storage soul guide, found a hotel, took a shower and changed clothes, and then spent money to buy

With some materials, I simply changed my appearance and rushed towards Tiandou City.

As far as he knew, although the Tiandou Empire was destroyed and his teacher Yu Xiaogang also lost his position as national master, due to the protection of the Qibao Glazed Sect, the Tang Sect was still safe, and his teacher Yu Xiaogang should still be living there.

.

"Ning Fengzhi is okay. Although there are signs of defecting to Wuhun Palace, seeing that he has protected the Tang Sect, I will keep him alive in the future and only liquidate those Qibao Liuli disciples who supported and defected to Wuhun Palace.

." Tang San thought to himself, he, Young Master Tang San, is so kind.

The small city he was in was not far from Tiandou City. He rented a carriage and walked to Tiandou City in only two days.

Tiandou City is still prosperous. Although it is no longer the imperial capital, years of accumulation here will not decline overnight. In addition, the war between Wuhun Empire and Tiandou is mostly for show, so there is no impact on Tiandou Empire.

had a huge impact on the economy.

Tang San easily sneaked into the city, followed the route in his memory, and walked to the front of the Tang Sect station. Looking at the plaque with the word "Tang Sect" engraved in front of him, his expression was still a little dazed.

Tangmen, his Tangmen, he is finally back!

"Who are you?" The guard at the door couldn't help but asked when he saw Tang San standing motionless in front of the door for a long time.

Tang San waved his hand and took out a token.

"It's the sect master!" The two guards were shocked and immediately knelt down on one knee, "Welcome the sect master back!"

Seeing the respectful expressions of the two of them, Tang San nodded with satisfaction. Seeing that these people still had him as the leader of the sect in their hearts, the teacher was running a pretty good job.

He strode in with his hands behind his back, but he didn't know that not long after he entered, one of the guards immediately reported the news of his return.

Yu Xiaogang sat on a special big chair in the room, chewing chicken legs and flipping through books with greasy fingers. He didn't care if the grease stuck to the books.

After losing his status as a national master, his food supply has dropped a lot. Fortunately, the Tang Sect still has some money left over, which is enough for him to spend for the time being.

It's just that in the past, those officials were so insidious as Grandma Zhente that they bought some of the antique calligraphy and paintings they gave him. As a result, they found out that Dunima's was a fake, or the most rubbish kind of fake, and not even worth one in total.

Gold Soul Coin.

Marshal Gelong's old troops also came to block the door from time to time. He was beaten three times because of this, and it was really harder every time!

All the teeth in his mouth have now been replaced with gold ones, just because all the original teeth were knocked out. If it hadn't been confirmed that he really didn't know where Tang San was, he might not have been as simple as just being beaten.

It's going to kill you.

Anyway, he is trying his best to hide in the Tang Sect and not dare to go out. The Tang Sect is taken care of by the Qibao Glazed Sect, so others don't dare to break in, but Yu Xiaogang doesn't.

"Hey, the concept of the spirit fusion skill in this book is very good. You can organize it and put it into the ten core competitive theories of the new spirit that I will publish soon."

Thoughts of inspiration burst out in his mind, and the words in the book danced in his mind. He began to think about how to copy, uh, no, organize them.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Yu Xiaogang frowned and did not raise his head. He put down the drumstick and slapped the table and shouted: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me? Don't you know that I am doing research on martial arts theory? If my inspiration is interrupted, you guys

Do you know how much damage it will bring to the soul master world?"

The person who pushed the door was stunned for a moment, then walked in and closed the door.

"Teacher, it's me."

"Huh?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head, his small eyes squeezed by fat stared at the figure in front of him for a long time before confirming: "Xiao San! Is it really you who is back?"

He looked at Tang San with some surprise. It was impossible for Tang San not to know that someone wanted to take revenge on him. Could it be that when he came back now, he had recovered from the strange disease that caused his soul power to disappear, and he felt confident?

Tang San saw the confusion in Yu Xiaogang's eyes and replied: "Teacher, my strength has been restored and I have reached level sixty."

"Level 60! Okay, okay, you are indeed my good disciple. I know it, I know it."
To be continued...