Oscar ended up doing hard labor in a bloody mercenary mine! Unable to make sausages, he was brutally lashed to the bone with an iron whip
In Sky Screen, the steward kicked the empty basket in front of Oscar. Oscar had ten fingers wrapped in dirty cloth and couldn't even hold the mining pick, so he could only kneel down and dig stones.
Ning Fengzhi looked at it for a long time, and his face darkened little by little, "Rongrong, you should understand, Shrek's so-called monsters are just children protected by Douluo's rules."
The whip fell, and Oscar fell headlong into the ore powder. The steward stepped on his face and forced him to recite the spell that had restored his partner's injuries.
"I... have roots...Big Sausage."
The last ball of dead faces fell out of the palm, and the mine slaves even laughed lazily. Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes, but the words hit Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Once the rules are changed and Martial Soul is abolished, the monsters become useless. The myth of Shrek is rotten from the root." Magical Beast bumped into it again all night, and the crack in the stone finally calmed down. Tang San lay down for half an hour before he dared to move. The wound on his chest had already become stuck with the rag.
He reached out and touched his waist, and there were only two curved steel needles left. Hidden Weapon, Immortal Herb, and Sea God Trident were all useless, and even Blue Silver Grass had shrunk into a wisp of withered yellow vine.
Feeling hungry and twitching in his stomach, Tang San dug out the wet soil deep in the cracks in the rocks, dug out a few cordyceps roots, and stuffed them into his mouth without wiping them.
The grass juice was bitter and astringent, and the insect shell stuck between his teeth. He swallowed it hard, but still stared at the hole, "You have a chance if you are alive, Tang Sect disciples will not lose."
On the first day, I only dared to eat grass roots. On the second day, I started to chew the leaves. On the third day, I touched a dead lizard, failed to peel it off, and swallowed the blood and meat in my stomach.
Sky Screen did not cover up for him, Douluo Everyone saw with their own eyes the descendant of Sea God lying on the corner of the stone licking blood. The sacred halo of the past was not even picked up.
[Xiao Wu: "Brother, if you keep patiently, you will definitely be able to recover. When Mysterious Heaven Skill starts to work, these Magical Beast won't be able to hurt you!"]
[Dugu Bo: "Girl, he couldn't even break through the skin of low-level Magical Beast before, so you still think this world revolves around the Tang Sect?"]
Tang San couldn't hear the argument, so he was running Mysterious Heaven Skill cross-legged, Soul Power had just walked half a circle on the route, and strange energy blocked Meridians, causing the wounds to ooze blood again.
Failed once, failed twice, and on the sixth day of practice, airflow as thick as a hair finally gathered in my abdomen, and I staggered around in a circle along Meridians.
Tang San opened his eyes and clenched his fist, only a thin layer of stone chips fell off. His strength was pitiful, but he straightened his back again, with a proud look on his face that he had not seen for a long time.
"Dou Qi is a piece of music. It's superficial, manic, and far less pure than Mysterious Heaven Skill. I just need to understand the rules and return to the top sooner or later."
Picking up the sharp stone, he moved to the cave wall with his injured leg, and carved a line of characters crookedly, each stroke filled with unwillingness and anger.
This world is barbaric and manic. When I, Mysterious Heaven Skill, complete my reconstruction, I will make you surrender.
Douluo Continent A group of young Soul Master saw this sentence, and their hearts ignited hope again. Tang San is after all the first person of the younger generation. The current situation is just because the rules are inconsistent.
Feng Xiaotian crossed his arms, "It takes six days to cultivate the power of this world. The speed is not slow. Give him a few years and he may not be able to catch up with those Dou Huang."
Huo Wu pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She still remembered Yun Yun's sword strike in the air. Tang San This small flow of air might not even be able to lift the corner of her clothes if it came into contact with that kind of force.
Tang San rested for half a day, climbed out of the cracks in the rocks to collect materials, picked up a few black iron stones, and pulled out the animal tendons from the leftover skeleton of Magical Beast, preparing to build Hidden Weapon.
The hammer was replaced by a stone, and the flame was burned hard by dead branches. The black iron stone only turned red after burning for a long time. The stone hammer in your hand was broken first when it was hit.
The tiger's mouth cracked again and again. Tang San wrapped it with a strip of cloth and continued to smash it. In three days, only two thin pieces of iron were produced. The shape was skewed and the holes were of different sizes.
"The conditions are simple. How can a native of this world understand the organizational structure of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus?"
He said it very forcefully, but the parts he put together couldn't even hold an ordinary lotus petal tightly, and as soon as it was put in, a piece of it flew off, cutting open his chin.
Sky Screen Onlookers gradually stopped cheering. Tang Sect The most proud craftsmanship of Hidden Weapon was separated from the fine iron and tools, leaving only a pile of broken stones and debris, which was shabby and dazzling.
On the afternoon of the tenth day, footsteps were heard outside the cracks in the rocks. A young man carrying a medicine basket pushed aside the bushes, with Short Knife hanging around his waist and the medicine collection team logo embroidered on the corner of his clothes.
When the young man saw the blood at the entrance of the hole, he put his head in and shouted, "Is there anyone in there? Live or die, please tell me if you are alive!"
Tang San shrinks the shadow, and Purple Demon Eye cannot activate it. He can only judge by his footsteps that the opponent is not old, and his breath is far inferior to Dou Huang who fought at high altitude.
A few red-leaf grasses were exposed in the medicine basket, as well as water bladders, dry food and wound medicine. Tang San stared at it for a moment and touched the two re-sharpened steel needles with his palms.
Hunger and injury weighed down his rationality. He quickly calculated the angle in his mind. As long as he killed the boy, all the supplies would be his, and the body could also distract Magical Beast.
[Tang Hao: "Xiao San is going to take action. This is the disciple of the Tang Sect. If you take action, you can't leave any trouble!"]
[Qian Daoliu: "He is just a young man who is passing by to collect medicine. He first asks about life and death, but he is still thinking about killing people and grabbing things. Is this the character of Sea God?"]
The young man put down the medicine basket and took two steps closer. "Come out if you are injured. I brought a hemostatic powder. There are still people in the medicine collection team in front. Don't be afraid."
Tang San narrowed his eyes, hid his left hand on his side, squeezed the rough Dou Qi into his wrist, and the steel needle flew out against the stone wall and went straight to the young man's temple.
"Bone-Piercing Nail, die!"
The young man turned his head and raised his palm, and the yellow-level fighting skill Shattering Stone Palm was shot smoothly. The five-stage airflow of Dou Qi rolled away the broken leaves, and the palm wind hit two steel needles head-on.
With two clanging sounds, the steel needles rolled back and flew backwards. One of them pierced the wall of the cave, and the other grazed the side of Tang San's ear, peeling off a piece of bloody flesh.
Tang San's face changed drastically, he turned over and was about to retreat, but the remaining force of his palm hit his chest, two newly stabilized ribs were broken again, and his body was slapped against the stone wall.
The young man was also stunned, "I kindly ask you, how did you sneak attack? Where did you come from?"
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood and still wanted to touch the pieces of iron. The young man saw the movement and added another palm. Stones flew everywhere, and the prototype of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus collapsed into waste on the spot.
"Come here again, you are really looking for death!"
The wind from his palm opened the hole, and Tang San rolled down the hillside with his head in his arms. He hit seven or eight hard rocks with his shoulders and back, and finally fell into the mud with only his head exposed.
The young man stood on the top of the slope and took a look, picked up the medicine basket and turned around to leave, "Dou Qi dares to kill people and seize treasures, Magical Beast must have kicked his brain into pieces."
Tang San was stuck in the mud, his broken ribs pressed against his heart, and every breath he took was filled with blood. The arrogant words on the wall of the cave that called for the surrender of this world were still hanging on Sky Screen, which was particularly eye-catching.
The young Soul Master shut up completely, Feng Xiaotian's face was burning, Tang San who practiced hard for six days, even an ordinary boy from the herb collection team couldn't bear a palm.
The mechanical narrator revealed a row of comparisons of combat power, Sea God successor, Twin Martial Souls, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, all under the palm of the hand of Dou Qi.
[Combat strength inventory, Tang San practiced hard for ten days, achieved a level of Dou Qi, Hidden Weapon two useless needles, actual combat results, sneak attack failed, ribs were broken again.]
Bubbles emerged from the swamp, and Tang San struggled deeper and deeper. The young man had already walked away, and the last sentence of the narration fell, shattering Douluo's only illusions of the younger generation.
[Warm reminder, the person who took action just now is fourteen years old. He is running errands in the herb collection team. He has not entered the sect and has not learned high-level fighting skills.]