Tang Hao couldn't care less about Tang San's miserable appearance right now.
There is only one thing on his mind right now, where has my great son gone?
"Explain clearly and I'll give you a good time."
"If you dare to grit your teeth and pretend to be stupid again, today I will let you experience what physical transcendence means."
As soon as these words came out, the Tang San on the ground cracked.
This old beast is a lunatic!
Pure psychosis!
Putting aside the difference in cultivation level, is this old beast's brain circuit normal?
From just now to now, he has said eight hundred times that he is not pretending to be anyone, but the other party still wants him to explain.
What to explain?
What exactly do you want him to explain?
Tang San used up the last bit of strength. "Wo... I'm really not pretending..."
The voice was shrill, desperate, and even tinged with the cry of someone who had been wronged to the extreme.
The wild dogs shed two lines of dog tears after hearing this.
Unfortunately, what he met was Tang Hao.
Tang Hao listened to it, but his eyes became colder.
Still pretending.
How dare you keep pretending.
It's just Human-shaped Soul Beast, but its mouth is quite hard.
Tang Hao slowly clenched his fist as big as a sandbag.
If you don't want to say it, then give him another beating.
There is nothing in this world that cannot be persuaded by physical means.
If there is, it only means that the strength is not enough.
Seeing that the fist as big as a sandbag was about to hit him again, Tang San panicked completely. This old beast was really planning to kill him.
If he was punched again, he was afraid that he would have to meet his Tang Sect ancestor on the spot.
"Senior, don't do anything!"
"You have something to say!"
"I really don't know what you are talking about!"
"My real name is Tang San, and I live in Holy Soul Village. My father is a blacksmith, and his name is Tang Hao!"
Tang San poured out the entire household registration book in one breath.
He spoke so fast that he didn't even care about the leakage of air.
He was really afraid that if he took half a beat too late, his head would be smashed by the opponent on the spot.
Tang Hao raised his fist in the air and stopped forcibly.
For a moment, the scene was eerily quiet.
Tang Hao narrowed his eyes.
How come this Human-shaped Soul Beast even knows where Tang San lives?
Even the old accounts of him pretending to be a blacksmith have been cleared up?
Tang Hao's suspicion not only did not dissipate, but became even stronger.
Good guy.
He really did a good job in acting.
This evil beast definitely came prepared.
In order to impersonate Tang San, he even figured out these details clearly.
If he were an ordinary person, Bao Buqi would really be deceived by these few words.
But who is he?
Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!
Dangdang Titled Douluo, how could you be fooled by a few words prepared in advance?
Tang Hao retracted his fist with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Show me your Martial Soul."
Tang San almost cried on the spot.
How did this old beast's brain circuit develop?
I asked about my identity just now, and now I want to see Martial Soul.
Will the next step be to interrogate the eighteenth generation of ancestors?
But people have to bow their heads under fists.
Tang San No matter how arrogant and arrogant he is, he does not dare to continue to stimulate the other party at this moment.
He raised his right hand, blue light surged in his palm, and a blue grass appeared.
Tang Hao glanced at it, but his brows furrowed deeper.
Blue Silver Grass.
It is indeed Martial Soul from Tang San.
But the problem is that since this Human-shaped Soul Beast dares to pretend to be Tang San, he must have made sufficient preparations in advance.
It may not be difficult to get a Blue Silver Grass plant.
After all, Blue Silver Grass is everywhere.
A handful of them on the roadside can make a family of three.
Want to deceive him Tang Hao with this?
Innocence.
Tang Hao's eyes darkened and his voice became a little colder.
"Where's the left one?"
His voice is not loud.
These words made Tang San's brain buzz.
Tang San was stuck in place.
For a moment, there was a storm in his mind, and he couldn't even care about the pain of his broken ribs.
Left hand?
How did this damn old beast know that he was Twin Martial Souls?
Only two people in the world know this secret.
One is teacher Yu Xiaogang.
The other one is his alcoholic father who has disappeared for a long time.
Wait.
Tang San's heart suddenly jumped.
Could this Titled Douluo, who was wearing a black robe and beat him half to death, be his biological father whom he had not seen for many years?
As soon as this idea came to mind, Tang San snapped it back in his mind.
What kind of international joke are you kidding?
How can anyone in this world be a father and beat his own son to death?
If my own father could really do such a heartless thing, he Tang San would swallow all the basket of stones at the entrance of Tiantian Village on the spot.
Besides, just his good-for-nothing dad, how could he be Titled Douluo?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
If Tang Hao, Titled Douluo, Yu Xiaogang can become gods on the spot.
You can't admit it if you beat him to death.
Tang San gritted his teeth and continued to speak harshly, "Senior... Senior, you really love to joke, where did you get your left hand Martial Soul?"
"I only have one Martial Soul, which is this Blue Silver Grass."
Tang Hao's face was as black as coal.
The murderous intention is no longer concealed.
He was already furious because his son was being impersonated, but now that he heard Tang San denying Twin Martial Souls, the last bit of his patience was worn away.
Good words can't persuade a damn ghost.
"If you only have this one Martial Soul."
Tang Hao slowly raised his hand, without any warmth in his tone.
"Then prepare to die."
Tang San's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
It's over.
This old beast is going to kill him!
When life hangs on a thread, what hidden cards and what Twin Martial Souls cannot be exposed are all thrown out of the window by Tang San.
Is dignity important?
Do secrets matter?
are all important.
But none of it is as important as life.
In the face of absolute power, following the heart is the king.
"Senior!"
"Bridge bean sack!"
"Keep someone under your command!"
Tang San roared with all his strength.
Tang Hao's fist stopped in front of Tang San's head.
Tang San just felt like he had jumped back and forth at the gate of hell just now.
He felt so depressed that his chest felt clogged, but he still spoke honestly.
"Senior Mingjian, I actually... do have another Martial Soul."
After speaking, he stretched out his left hand very cooperatively.
Black light gushed out from the palm of Tang San.
A small black hammer appeared in his left hand.
Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Hao's eyes fell firmly on Clear Sky Hammer, and he was petrified on the spot.
It's really Clear Sky Hammer.
This scent that belongs exclusively to the depths of the Clear Sky Sect's bloodline would be unmistakable even if he closed his eyes and smelled it with his nose.
There is only one copy in the world, and there is no way to fake it.
In other words, this unlucky guy was beaten into a pig's head, with a leaky mouth and three broken ribs.
Not Human-shaped Soul Beast.
But he is a real person, connected by blood, and a big son in the palm of his hand.
The person who just took action personally and beat his own son as Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast was none other than himself Tang Hao.
At this moment, Tang Hao fell into silence.
He felt like his brain was smoking.
I'm the clown myself?
If Ah Yin knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life on the spot and crawl out along with Blue Silver Grass to slap him twice.
For a moment, he even wanted to use Clear Sky Hammer to dig a hole in the ground, then get in and calm down.
Tang San Seeing that he remained silent, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Fearing that the old beast would start going crazy again, he quickly added, "Senior, my name is indeed Tang San, I live in Holy Soul Village, and my father's name is Tang Hao."
"I do own Twin Martial Souls."
"If the senior still thinks that I am pretending to be someone else, then the junior has nothing to say."
Tang Hao feels unspeakably complicated.
He originally just wanted to take a secret look at Tang San to confirm how his son was doing at Shrek.
How did things end up like this?
Tang Hao felt for the first time that his brain, Titled Douluo, might have been damaged by wine.