The swordsman who started as Douluo

Tang San nodded. He did not deny this. It was naturally best to be friends with such a powerful person. Even if he could not become a friend, he could not become an enemy, otherwise this would be a very scary thing.

"I understand Dad."

Tang Hao nodded slightly. His son was fine in everything, but he was a little paranoid. Maybe he had his own pride in his heart!

"Okay, let's continue practicing!"

Tang Hao condensed a ball of soul power in his right hand, jumping back and forth in his hand, as if he really had life. Title Douluo's soul power control was terrifyingly strong. No wonder there are so few titled Douluo on the mainland. This alone is enough for an ordinary soul master to study for a lifetime.

"You don't have to focus all your attention on the wooden hammer. Didn't you learn the distraction control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? You should pay attention to feeling the changes in yourself and control the increase or decrease of the soul power. In this way... you can master the random cloak faster. Hammer method!”

Tang San nodded and followed Tang Hao's method.

"Feel yourself, control the soul power!" Tang San muttered silently in his heart, and the soul power in his body slowly spread from his arms to his palms, and then flowed into his fingertips and onto the wooden hammer.

Tang San calmed his heart and allowed the water to hit him, blocking out the sounds from the outside world and only listening to his own heart.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly and hit the waterfall with a hammer.

"Bang bang..."

Tang San swung the hammer twice in succession. On the third blow, the wooden hammer couldn't bear the force and broke.

"Huh~."

I haven’t experienced this feeling for a long time! Was it because I was too impetuous before? So much so that my mood was confused.

Needless to say, Tang San was indeed a genius. After realizing that his state of mind was not right, he immediately corrected it.

The power of genius lies not only in talent, but also in understanding and learning ability. Only by this can we go further on the lonely and unknown path of spiritual practice, because no one is born strong and has experienced the changes in mentality on the road to becoming stronger.

"It seems... I am indeed not as good as Long Tianquan. A little setback makes me lose my sense of proportion."

Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded happily.

"That's right. I caught the gist right away. It seems that you have calmed down. Only by calming down can you learn anything."

"It's my father. I was indeed blinded by some things in the past. I think... this is also a kind of growth!"

Tang San thought to himself: Thank you, Long Tianquan, for making me realize my own shortcomings, but I will still defeat you with my own hands one day!

Within the Star Luo Empire, as one of the few cities close to the Star Dou Forest, Fengjian City's prosperity is also among the best in the Star Luo Empire.

The Star Forest is like an inexhaustible treasure, continuously providing power for the development of this city. However, opportunities and risks always coexist. Every once in a while, a beast tide occurs here.

The reason why Fengjian City was able to survive every attack from the soul beast was entirely because behind it was the Fengjian Sect, one of the seven major sects.

The origin of Fengjian City is the same as the Qibao City of the Qibao Glazed Sect. It was gathered by its affiliated forces and then slowly developed.

The Fengjian Sect protects its safety, it provides it with a steady stream of money, and its city lord is the current leader of the Fengjian Sect, Feng Bailong.

Feng Bailong was standing on the tall building of the City Lord's Mansion, looking down at the prosperity of the city. He liked this feeling very much. Everything in front of him was under his control and could be manipulated at his will.

However, after learning that the orphan of the Long family not only escaped from birth, but was also accepted as a disciple by the strongest swordsman, he had trouble sleeping and eating every day.

He is also a sword cultivator. It is precisely because of this that he understands the horror of Chenxin far better than ordinary people. To be accepted as his disciple, this person at least has the qualifications to be titled, and a titled Douluo is enough. Destroy everything in front of you.

"Master Feng, how have you considered my proposal?"

Feng Bailong frowned, even though he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't help but show disgust.

"As an indomitable sword cultivator, I, Feng Bailong, will be despised by thousands of people if I collude with you evil soul masters. How can I still stand on the mainland by then!"

The man smiled, his breath floating, and a hint of madness flashed across his gloomy face from time to time.

"Master Feng... you can't say that. God knows that you know and I know about this matter. If you and I don't tell it, will God still open his mouth?"

"You have to think clearly. When Long Tianquan really grows up, no matter what sect leader or city lord you are, if he cuts him down with a sword, can you resist it? If a person dies, there will be nothing. Oh! Have you worked hard all your life just to end up like this?"

Feng Bailong wanted to open his mouth to refute several times, but in the end he couldn't say anything. What the man in front of him said was absolutely correct. He had been interested in killing Long Tianquan for more than a day or two. However, due to the majesty of Chen Xin, he could only place his hope on Wuhundian.

But the Wuhun Palace abandoned him so casually because of what the two people said. Every time he thinks about it, Feng Bailong always gets angry.

But now it’s too late to regret, the matter has become a foregone conclusion. Wuhundian relies on the greatness of the family to burn bridges. It doesn’t take itself or Fengjian Sect seriously at all. Just because of Fengjian Sect, there is no one. A titled Douluo?

After thinking about it, Feng Bailong's heart began to waver.

The man's eyes were also vicious, and he could see every slight change in Feng Bailong's mood.

"Master Feng, you have to think clearly. No matter how sophisticated your methods are or how sharp your movements are, there will always be some clues left behind by your Feng Jian Sect, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will still come looking for it!"

His expression became more and more arrogant as he spoke, and finally he burst into laughter.

"As for us, what can we do even if they find out? We can't just watch."

"As long as you nod slightly, we will help you remove the thorn in your side. From now on, you will still be the leader of the Wind Sword Sect, and you can continue to enjoy all the glory and wealth, and be respected by thousands of people."

Feng Bailong's face became tangled. Seeing this, the man continued: "You don't have to be afraid that we will betray, we will never betray our interests!"

Feng Bailong stared at the man intently, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

"You swear by your martial spirit!"

The man's gloomy face evoked a smile, "I swear by my martial spirit. If I violate my previous words, I will waste my whole life's cultivation and die from the backlash of my martial spirit!"

When Feng Bailong saw this, he felt relieved.

"When can you take action?"

The man smiled and said coldly: "Of course, wait until he leaves the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"