"Tang San, you say you painstakingly researched all your hidden weapons yourself. Do you have any proof?"
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi also looked at Tang San suspiciously.
Previously, he had not understood why Tang San was so capable, understanding such intricate things at such a young age. Now he seemed to understand somewhat: these things should originally have been developed by Xu Ran, while Tang San had plagiarized them all.
"Proof? These things are mine to begin with. What proof do I need?" Tang San's chest heaved violently, his heartbeat quickening, and he laughed outright in anger. Even if he had secretly learned the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, they still belonged to the Tang Sect. What was Xu Ran trying to do now? Seize them by force?
"Tang San, you were born poor and lived in Holy Soul Village, unable to afford even a decent set of clothes. Even after becoming a Soul Master, you could barely support yourself on the subsidies issued by Spirit Hall."
"But successfully developing hidden weapons requires countless experiments and countless failures before you can slowly feel your way forward. Where did you get the money to support your research into hidden weapons?" Xu Ran declared loudly. Tang San's claims were not the least bit convincing.
Unless Tang San said that he had been reborn on the Douluo Continent, Ning Fengzhi and the others might believe him. But even that was uncertain; after all, rebirth was far too wild a notion.
Besides, Tang San would never dare reveal it. The secret of his rebirth was his greatest trump card.
"Exactly, Tang San. You say you could research hidden weapons, but even if your intelligence surpassed everyone else's and you started researching from birth, where did your money come from?" Ning Rongrong held Xu Ran's