Gu Rong still sneered:
"You have no other choice, agree quickly, otherwise your teacher will really be unable to stand it."
Tang San covered his chest with his right hand and slowly sat up with difficulty holding on to the ground.
He glanced sideways at Yu Xiaogang, who had stopped struggling, then gritted his teeth and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Okay, I promise you."
"What is the request? Tell me quickly!"
"Simple. This is actually a good thing for you." Gu Rong took out a Storage Ring from his sleeve, threw it towards Tang San, and explained, "There are six pieces of Spirit Bone in it."
"You fuse them all, and then I will let you leave, and I will not embarrass you again in the future."
"Spirit Bone?" Tang San heard this and thought he heard it wrong.
He looked down at the ring at his feet, then raised his head again, and asked with some uncertainty:
"Are you sure you mean Spirit Bone?"
"Of course." Gu Rong replied with a faint smile, "It's just that the age of these Spirit Bone is relatively low. The sum of six Spirit Bone does not exceed the total age of five thousand years."
"It's a bit low, but it's more than enough for your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
After hearing Gu Rong's explanation, Tang San's right hand subconsciously grasped the fabric on his chest, and his originally red eyes were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed!
The man in black in front of him is going to ruin his future with a few rotten bones!
Although Spirit Bone is rare, Tang San's spirit is as high as the sky.
Ever since he hunted for the seven-thousand-year-old Great Strength Gorilla left arm bone in Sunset Forest, he secretly swore in his heart that he would collect a whole body of Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone to absorb it in order to enhance his strength and foundation.
But the hidden man in black in front of him wants to use a few thousand or even hundred-year-old Spirit Bone to ruin his future!
Six pieces of Spirit Bone, the total age is no more than five thousand years.
What does this mean?
This means that the average age of each piece of Spirit Bone is less than a thousand years!
Once these young Spirit Bone are integrated with him, they will lock up his future growth space like five shackles!
Even if he can obtain Spirit Bone with a higher age in the future, he will no longer be able to fuse with himself and can only watch.
I have no enmity with him, why would he treat me like this?
"Little San!!" Flender suddenly roared loudly, his voice hoarse, "Hurry up and agree! Your teacher is about to die!!"
Hearing this, Tang San suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang, only to see that Yu Xiaogang had collapsed softly under the boulder, with bleeding from all his orifices, dripping down his cheeks onto the gravel.
If it drags on any longer, Yu Xiaogang may really be crushed to death!
Tang San said hurriedly, "Okay! I promise! Let my teacher go now!!"
Gu Rong curled up the corners of his mouth slightly under the bamboo hat and said calmly:
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero, six pieces of Spirit Bone, melt them before dawn, I will let your teacher go..."
It's approaching dawn.
The clouds on the easternmost side of the sky have been outlined by a line of gray-white light.
The vegetation on the ridge was still shrouded in thick shadow, and only the treetops of a few old pine trees at the top were tinged with a faint cold glow by the morning light.
Gu Rong stood on the gravel ground at the top of the mountain, looking down at the red-red Left Arm Soul Bone in his palm.
The piece of Spirit Bone is only as big as a chicken leg, and is dark red in color. It looks like a toy, but it is indeed a piece of Thousand-Year Soul Bone.
Although the age is pitifully low, Spirit Bone is Spirit Bone, and it can still beat those Soul Masters on the market.
Gu Rong looked over and over twice, the corner of his mouth moved slightly under the shadow of the bamboo hat, then he closed his fingers and stuffed the extra Spirit Bone into his own Soul Tool.
He turned his head and glanced at Yu Xiaogang and Flender who were squatting next to the stone with their heads in their hands.
The two people huddled in the rubble, their clothes were soaked by the night dew, their faces were pale, and their lips were purple, like two quails that had been soaked in a heavy rain all night.
Gu Rong glanced at them lightly, then turned around and walked down the mountain.
He did not use Soul Power to fly.
Since it needs to be kept secret, it cannot leave any traces of Soul Power.
The footsteps became farther and farther, until they completely disappeared from the ears of Flender and Flender. Then they waited for about ten more breaths before Yu Xiaogang dared to move.
He let go of the hand holding the back of his head, propped up his knees and tried to stand up -
"Pfft!"
He was seriously injured, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees by the crushing of the boulder.
In addition, Gu Rong did not allow Flender to heal his injuries throughout the whole process. At this moment, he stood up suddenly, and the blood and energy in his chest that had been forcibly suppressed could no longer be suppressed.
A mouthful of reverse blood welled up from his throat and sprayed on the gravel in front of him, splashing out in little bits.
"Xiao Gang!"
Seeing this, Flender quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold Yu Xiaogang's shaky shoulders.
"I, I'm fine..." Yu Xiaogang said with a weak voice, "Quickly, look at Little San... see how Little San is doing..."
Flender turned around and glanced at Tang San who was sitting cross-legged not far away.
At this moment, Tang San's eyes were tightly closed, and the Soul Power fluctuations around his body had gradually subsided, leaving only a few rays of rainbow light that occasionally overflowed from the body surface and slowly dissipated in the morning breeze.
Flender breathed a sigh of relief and comforted:
"Little San is okay, Little San is okay."
"The aura on his body has stabilized, and the fusion should have been completed."
"It's okay, it's okay..." Yu Xiaogang repeated it twice in a low voice, and was supported by Flender as he slowly sat down on the ground.
He leaned back against a stone half-buried by rubble, looked up at the sky above his head that gradually faded from dark blue to gray, closed his eyes in pain, and said to himself:
"Are you going to destroy Little San in this way?"
"Has Little San's identity been exposed?"
Flender was silent for a while, then sighed and said slowly:
"Xiao Gang, paper can't cover the fire after all."
"Little San's identity has probably been exposed."
"That senior just now, if I guessed correctly, should be Clear Sky Sect's former enemy."
"The reason why he deposed him instead of killing him should be because he was worried about the Clear Sky Douluo behind Little San, so he didn't dare to kill him."
"Otherwise, with his strength, he could kill the three of us with just a snap of his fingers."
At this point, Flender suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, and asked hurriedly:
"By the way, Xiaogang, didn't you say you wanted to contact Clear Sky Douluo before?"
"How's it going? Have you contacted me? Have you heard anything?"
Yu Xiaogang replied in a weak voice, "I contacted you, but I couldn't reach you."
"Then what should we do?" Flender frowned upon hearing this and said in an urgent voice, "We can't contact Clear Sky Douluo. What should we do if something unexpected happens again?"