"Everyone, stop it!" A powerful shout came from the school gate, clearly reaching the ears of the two of them.
A sword light as cold as water came instantly, but it was as silent as a phantom.
Tai Tan and Madara stopped at the same time and looked at the bottomless sword mark in front of them that separated them, and looked at the entrance of the academy in unison.
"Xiao San!" Madara immediately supported the collapsed Tang San. After a rough inspection with Sharingan, he found that Soul Power was overused and he was relieved.
"How is it appropriate to fight and kill in the Scholarly Academy?" A middle-aged man who was gorgeously dressed and exuding an elegant and noble temperament walked in from the entrance of the college with a frown.
Behind this middle-aged man were two older men, but each of them exuded a powerful and depressing aura.
Two Titled Douluo!
Madara's heart beat hard, and he realized that something was unusual. He carefully protected Tang San and stared at the three of them warily.
"I'm Ning Fengzhi! You two might as well sell me Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to save face. How about stopping temporarily?" The middle-aged man with a handsome face, who is not much different from the young people, looked at the two of them with an elegant smile and said with a smile.
"Old gorilla! Can't you even deal with the juniors now?" An old man with messy hair like a skeleton greeted Tai Tan.
"Gu Rong, I don't have time to chat with you now!" Tai Tan's eyes never moved away after Tangshan showed his hammer Martial Soul. The hot eyes made Madara ready to take action again.
"Hoho! The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple!" The bad old man named Gu Rong was suddenly startled, but when he moved his eyes to the hammer in Tang San's hand, he laughed happily.
At this time, Tainuo, who was bleeding from head to toe, did not go to trouble Madara immediately. He just gave him a hateful look, and then persuaded his father Tai Tan to plead, "Dad! Stop making trouble! Let's go!"
"Why go? You're just causing trouble for me!" Tai Tan saw that his son was okay. He breathed a sigh of relief and slapped him hard on the head, yelling angrily.
That snap made Ning Fengzhi and others feel their scalps numb. This must be his biological father.
"You, just get out of my way!" Tai Tan looked at Madara who was blocking Tang San's face with disgust and said unceremoniously.
"Little brother! You'd better get out of the way! I use my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect reputation to guarantee that your brother will be fine!" Ning Fengzhi saw the hesitant Madara's concerns and said with a spring breeze.
Tai Tan grabbed his son and grandson, then without hesitation knelt down and kowtowed heavily, with tears in his eyes he said tremblingly, "Old slave Tai Tan brings his children and grandchildren to pay homage to the young master!"
Instantly, Ban was confused! Except for Ning Fengzhi, everyone present was stunned!
"As expected, this is not the place to talk. Please come with me!" Grandmaster happened to arrive at this time. Seeing the excited Tai Tan, he extended an invitation to everyone.
So the few people who had just been engaged in a life-and-death battle went to the college's reception hall under the leadership of Grandmaster.
"Dad, why are you here?" Ning Rongrong immediately jumped up to Ning Fengzhi with joy.
Oscar next to him was very excited to see this scene. He also wanted to try it to see how it felt to use the lemon.
"Daddy misses you! Of course I brought Uncle Chen and Uncle Gu to see you!" Ning Fengzhi hugged his beloved, scraped Ning Rongrong's small nose and said dotingly.
"You're lying! You've been busy all day long!" Ning Rongrong pretended to be angry, and his little mouth was so pouting that it could hang on a bottle of oil.
"Haha! Rongrong, your Grandpa Sword and your Grandpa Bone can prove it!" Chen Xin stroked his long beard and smiled.
"I'd better see Grandpa and Grandpa Bones take me with them!" Ning Rongrong glared at Ning Fengzhi who smiled bitterly and said coquettishly.
"Rongrong, take your father to visit our college first!" Grandmaster quickly walked over and winked at Ning Rongrong.
"Let's go! Let our little princess take us to take a good look here!" Ning Fengzhi naturally knew what Grandmaster meant. He nodded in understanding, then touched his daughter's hair and said softly.
"No problem! Dad, Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bones, come with me!" Ning Rongrong, as the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, is naturally not the kind of unsophisticated person, so she coquettishly dragged Ning Fengzhi out to play.
"Okay! Let's go talk first!" Grandmaster motioned for Tai Tan and others to follow him, walked into the conference room, and said calmly.
"This old slave hurt the young master, please punish me!" Tai Tan knelt down on the ground again as soon as he entered, with a look of self-blame on his face.
"I can't!" Tang San hurriedly tried to help Tai Tan up, but found that no matter how hard he tried, Tai Tan wouldn't move at all.
Tang San had no choice but to cast his eyes for help on Madara.
Of course, Madara would not be so polite, so he grabbed Tai Tan's bucket-thick arm and forcibly pulled him up.
Tai Tan felt a huge force coming from his arm. Yaran looked up and found that it was the boy who had just fought with her, staring at her tightly with provocation in her eyes.
Tai Tan With a slight exertion, the body that had been slightly raised knelt back down again, which made Madara raise his eyebrows.
Madara turned on his Eight Inner Gates without hesitation. At the same time as the blood-red steam spurted out, a huge force blessed his arm, causing Madara to pull up Tai Tan's arm again.
Afterwards, the two of them started a tug-of-war, as if neither of them were convinced.
Tang San lowered his head to see that the neat and smooth marble slab under the two people's feet had now turned into fragments, and he didn't know what to say.
"Old man, please get up first! Can you ask me why you call me Young Master? I'm really not a Young Master!" Tang San opened his mouth to divert the attention of the two people from the competition.
"Is the hammer Martial Soul in your hand called Clear Sky Hammer? Is your father's name Tang Hao?" Tai Tan was already sitting in his seat. Behind him, Tailong and Tainuo were already standing respectfully and listening.
"That's right!" Tang San nodded and said matter-of-factly, but still didn't understand how he became the young master in this episode?
"That's right! Your Martial Soul is Clear Sky Hammer, and your father is the famous Clear Sky Douluo!" Tai Tan told Tang San everything in detail, and Tang San was stunned for a moment as if he had been struck by lightning.
"That's right! I knew it a long time ago! It's just that I never told you!" Madara looked at Tang San's questioning and confused eyes, nodded slightly and said truthfully.
"Isn't my father just a different blacksmith?" Tang San's heart was filled with confusion at this time, and he couldn't help but look down at the small and exquisite hammer in his left hand.
The simple yet exquisite hammer shines with mysterious light and looks extremely extraordinary.