Chrysanthemum Douluo took a step forward.
"Boy, get out of the way.
Otherwise, although Tang Hao cannot be captured, I will start with you."
Tang San didn't move.
Clear Sky Hammer is lying in front of him, and the five Soul Ring are slowly rotating under his feet.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed. "It's such a sour smell that makes you vomit!"
He raised his hand, and the golden Soul Power blade condensed on his fingertips.
Then a voice came from Tang San.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo."
Yu Xiaogang stood up.
His face was still pale, his hands were still shaking, and the token had been put back into Soul Tool.
He looked back at Flender.
Flender was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled, that smile was very bitter.
"I knew it."
Liu Erlong didn't speak. She was always by Yu Xiaogang's side, firm and powerful.
"Is there anyone who bullies us Shrek? Bullying our students like this?"
As soon as the words fell, the Martial Soul of the three people were released at the same time.
"Sun Moon Gold Gold Transfer." shouted from three people.
Luo Sanpao, Cat Eagle, Fire Dragon, three light pillars soared into the sky, meeting, merging, and condensing in mid-air.
A golden light curtain spread out from under the three people's feet, covering Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Golden Iron Triangle!
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Three of them?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned. "Yu Xiaogang, are you going to fight Spirit Hall?"
Yu Xiaogang has no answer.
He stood in the center of the light curtain and looked at Bibi Dong.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to fight Spirit Hall. I just want to take my students away."
His voice was trembling, but his eyes did not dodge. "That's all."
Bibi Dong said nothing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at her and saw that she had no intention of stopping him, so he turned back and looked at the golden light curtain.
"Golden Iron Triangle. Long time no see."
He raised his hand, and Soul Power all over his body began to condense into a plant-based petal sword.
[Sixth Soul Skill·Gathering of Cold Blossoms]
The diameter is heading towards Golden Holy Dragon.
Golden Holy Dragon spits out the dragon's breath and beats Gathering of Cold Blossoms hard.
Flender's Cat Eagle let out a scream, and Liu Erlong's fire dragon sprayed out a burst of Lie Yan, which offset most of the counter-shock force.
Yu Xiaogang groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his eyebrows. "Interesting."
Ghost Douluo walked out of the shadows and stood beside him. "Together."
Ghost Douluo waved his hand to stand alone, "Old ghost, no need, otherwise you will think that we Spirit Hall are bullying the few with more."
Then Chrysanthemum Douluo began to increase his offensive, "Let's see how long you can block it. I'm the 95 super Titled Douluo!"
As Chrysanthemum Douluo's offensive intensified, after three breaths.
Yu Xiaogang's seven orifices began to ooze blood, which was a sign of Soul Power's overdraft.
His knees were bent, and Liu Erlong looked at him intently, enlarging his body Soul Power to share the burden for him.
"Xiaogang!" Her voice was filled with tears.
Flender's Cat Eagle is whining, and Liu Erlong's fire dragon is twitching. They can still hold on, but Yu Xiaogang can't hold on anymore.
There are more and more cracks in the golden dragon, and they are getting denser and denser.
Starting from where Yu Xiaogang is, the light curtain peels off and collapses layer by layer like glass.
Boom--
Light Holy Dragon method is broken.
Flender was pushed back several steps by the force of the shock and hit the guardrail at the edge of the ring.
Liu Erlong hugged Yu Xiaogang, and they fell to the ground together.
Yu Xiaogang collapsed in her arms, his face as white as paper, and his breathing was rapid and weak.
Luo Sanpao's shadow flickered behind him for a few times before being completely extinguished.
Tang San stood behind them.
Seeing myself, the teacher, blocking the way and protecting them at all costs.
The hands clenched tighter and tighter, and the eyes gradually turned red.
At this time, Yu Xiaogang's consciousness was blurred.
Many images flashed through his mind, including the girl under the wisteria flowers, the kneeling boy Nuoding Academy, and the theories he wrote on paper.
Then he heard a voice, not from his head, but from across the ring.
"Yu Xiaogang."
Yu Xiaogang Open your eyes.
Chen Jieqi stood on the edge of the ring.
"Your Martial Soul Fusion Skill is perfect in theory."
Chen Jieqi's voice is not loud, but everyone in the audience can hear it.
"But it fell apart quickly."
He paused.
"Because of you."
Liu Erlong's arms tightened and he looked at Chen Jieqi with burning eyes.
"Shut up, kid!"
Chen Jieqi ignored her and continued.
"Your Soul Power is too weak, your health is too bad, your Martial Soul--Luo Sanpao, even Thousand-Year Soul Ring can't bear it."
Every word is like a knife.
"The two great Soul Saint, Dean Flender and Liu Erlong, can resist the intrusive Titled Douluo with your Soul Grandmaster.
But when you encounter something stronger, or Super Douluo, you won't be able to handle it yourself at first.
So the golden dragon was shattered."
Yu Xiaogang said nothing. He could not refute.
Chen Jieqi took a step forward.
"Yu Xiaogang. I've read your theory.
Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, except for some basic common sense, everything else is basically wrong.
But your biggest problem is not whether your theory is right or wrong."
His eyes fell on Yu Xiaogang's hands hanging by his side, and on the hands that had never really held Martial Soul.
"You have studied Martial Soul all your life, and you are not even Soul Elder."
The whole place was quiet.
It's not the kind of dead silence that is suppressed by coercion, but the kind of silence that no one knows how to react to.
Yu Xiaogang's lips are trembling.
He wanted to say "theory does not require strength", but he could not say it.
Chen Jieqi didn't stop.
"You have always emphasized, 'There is no waste Martial Soul, only waste Soul Master'. Is this correct?
Do you believe it yourself?"
He paused.
"Then you are now in your fifties and have not exceeded Soul Elder. Which category do you belong to?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were red. It wasn't anger, it was the fact that he was told the most fearful thing.
He remembered that when he was young, Martial Soul Mutation failed and was abandoned by his family.
He came to the Spirit Hall thinking that he could prove himself through theory.
Then he met Bibi Dong, then left her, and then hid in the college,
Hiding in theory, hiding in a shell called "Grandmaster".
He never really came out.
"None of your students will succeed by following your path."
Chen Jieqi's voice is softer, but every word is heavier.
"Flender, the dean is from the agility department. Liu Erlong, the teacher is Power Attack System.
As for your foundation Tang San, his Hidden Weapon, body skills, and poison skills, which one did you teach?
And relying on your theory, his Blue Silver Grass was ruined!"
He said the last thing.
"Blue Silver Grass really has an upper limit, but is his Blue Silver Grass?!"
Yu Xiaogang's body froze.
Chen Jieqi said this to Tang San a few years ago. Tang San didn't believe it.
Later Tang San believed it.
Now, it's his turn.
He opened his mouth to say something, but only a mouthful of blood came out.
It's not that he was injured, it's that he was suppressed.
Liu Erlong hugged him tightly.
"Xiaogang...!
Stop talking! Stop talking!"
Flender stood nearby, his face was ashen, but he couldn't say a word.
Because he knows what Chen Jieqi said is the truth.
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes.
Bibi Dong looked at all this without saying a word.
Her eyes swept over Yu Xiaogang and landed on Chen Jieqi.
He looked at it for a few breaths and then moved away.
The scepter tapped lightly on the stone platform.
"Elder Ju, Ghost Elder."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo raised their hands again.
Yu Xiaogang struggled to stand up from Liu Erlong's arms.
His legs were shaking and the blood in his orifices had not yet dried, but he stood up.
He walked up to Tang San and stood in front of him.
"Xiaogang!" Liu Erlong's voice changed.
Yu Xiaogang There is no looking back.
He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, and looked at the condensing golden Soul Power blade.
"I am their teacher."
His voice was very soft, so soft that only a few people around him could hear it.
"If you want to fight, hit me first."
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned, but did not take action directly.
He glanced at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong said nothing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed and dispersed Soul Power from his fingertips.
"Yu Xiaogang For Lao Long's sake, please go and take your students with you."
His eyes turned to Xiao Wu.
"But that girl must stay."
Tang San gripped the hammer handle tightly.
Xiao Wu walked out from behind him and stood next to Tang San.
"Third Brother."
Her voice is very soft.
"I'm not afraid."
Tang San didn't speak, he held her hand tightly.
At this moment, everyone felt that the surrounding temperature was gradually dropping again.
It's an instinctive sense of oppression that seeps out from the seams in the bones.
Someone looked up at the last row of the auditorium.
That position is empty.
But no one had time to react.