[If you have more rings and more bones, your skills will surge. If you have fewer rings and fewer bones, you will run away.]
Tang San always remembered Yu Xiaogang's teachings to Tang San.
"Preserving life is the most important thing. Face is never as important as life."
This is also taught by Yu Xiaogang.
After muttering to himself in a low voice, Tang San ran faster.
Soul bone was a word that was both unfamiliar and familiar to Tang San. He had heard others talk about it many times, but no one could explain it to him in detail.
After absorbing Xiao Wu's spirit ring, he noticed something was wrong with his right arm, but the situation was not good at the time, so Tang San naturally didn't take a closer look.
That is to say, after Tang San lived a stable life in the small town, Tang San turned his attention to himself and explored the abnormalities in himself.
Your right arm will be stronger.
Standing in the woods outside the town, Tang San touched his right forearm and looked thoughtfully at the marks on the tree trunk left by his two punches, one left and one right.
Understanding yourself is a very important thing.
"Mutation?" Tang San frowned.
His teacher once said that soul rings will not mutate. Only martial souls can mutate. Different martial souls will produce different effects when absorbing the same soul ring.
Tang San already knew the soul skills brought by the hundred thousand year soul ring. Although he didn't know why these were two soul skills, Tang San still accepted them very well.
Tang San couldn't explain what was going on with his right arm, but when he tried to communicate with it, he discovered that he had two more skills.
Tang San also thought carefully about it for a long time, rummaging through his memory for a long time before he remembered such a term - soul bone.
The 100,000-year-old soul bone skill is easier to use than the 100,000-year-old soul ring skill. This is what Tang San thinks now. Because it consumes less soul power.
Soul bones should be scarce in the soul master world, Tang San thought so, but since no one came to explain this to him, Tang San could only guess.
Never let people you cannot fully trust know your true strength.
So Tang San used his soul bone as a trump card, so Tang San didn't use the soul bone skill at the first time, he just ran away normally.
Teleportation, a skill that is very suitable for running away.
When the person behind him was less than a hundred meters away from him, Tang San gritted his teeth. He didn't want to be caught again, even if he was escaping, it would be better than staying in prison and suffering torture all his life.
His right arm flashed red, and to the surprise of the people behind him, Tang San teleported. This soul skill consumes soul power, allowing Tang San to use it ten times.
"Soul bones!" Exclaims rang out, and the eyes of the disciples were a little greedy.
Capturing Tang San was a task that was easily accepted. It seemed very simple, but it was issued by Ning Fengzhi himself.
He is just an ordinary second-ring soul master, so why should the sect master personally order him to be brought back?
At that time, all the disciples in the sect were puzzled. Until now, this doubt has been solved.
Will an ordinary second-level soul master possess soul bones?
"Three: Hurry!" A slightly excited voice sounded, and the distance that had just been opened narrowed again.
Weighing his soul power, Tang San calculated how many people he could take away with a full blow.
There weren't many serious fights, other than running away.
Tang San was held down, and when he still had half the soul power in his body, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes, but Tang San didn't resist, he just looked at the greed on the other person's face with sinister eyes.
"Take it back." The leading man waved his hand and looked around with warning eyes.
This is the person the sect is looking for. The soul bone in this kid has nothing to do with them.
Surrounding the people in the middle, Tang San followed them silently.
Soul bones are scarce, but as one of the top three sects and the famously wealthy Qibao Glazed Sect, does Ning Fengzhi really need to issue a special order for a soul bone of unknown age?
After the joy, the martial spirit walking behind Tang San was a disciple of Liuli Pagoda, and a new round of doubts began.
He glanced at Tang San warily. He was a little farther away from Tang San. There should be something else worthy of the sect leader's attention.
The incident happened suddenly. The attack of Bluesilver Grass caught those disciples off guard, and the scattered barbs had an anesthetic effect.
After running away again, even Tang San himself was feeling his luck. Then he happened to run into the group led by the young man.
This luck...go to hell!
What a hammer!
This time, Tang San no longer walked on his own. To be honest, it felt like being slapped. When he woke up again, he would see a familiar layout.
Long time no see, cell. Although this place doesn’t seem to be the one he stayed in before.
How many days had he been unconscious? Tang San didn't know, but his mind was indeed a bit drowsy and unconscious now, so much so that even his thoughts and movements were a few beats slower.
He reached out and touched his whole body. As expected, the gadgets he was carrying were gone again.
Lying on the bed, Tang San's eyes were full of helplessness.
"What are they going to do to me this time?"
Tang San laughed sarcastically, his voice full of bitterness.
I won't end up with a good ending this time, because I will cause Wuhun Palace to lose a red ring and a soul bone.
Raising his palms, the jade color gradually replaced the original skin color, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.
Do you need to be cruel to yourself in order to prevent yourself from experiencing those tortures?
The palm of his hand slowly came close to his forehead, but stopped halfway, and Tang San's expression became even more tangled.
Sometimes Tang San himself would think about a question, what is the meaning of coming to this other world?
A broken family, a poor childhood, a confused prison, a cautious escape journey, and the blood feud that you may bear.
I have relatives, relatives in the true sense, relatives who are related to me by blood, and can make me call them "Ba Ba".
Tang San is very satisfied, because this is what he has always longed for, and this is what he lacked in his previous life. Even if he was adopted by the Tang Clan, even if Mr. Tang Lan treated him differently, Tang San would still feel empty in his heart.<
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Orphan, this term that accompanied Tang San throughout his life, made Tang San hope that he could have a family.
Whatever you wanted in the past life, you will have in this life.
Even if this makes Tang San bear more burden.
"I should be willing. I still have many wishes that have not been realized. I still have relatives on this continent. My father is still waiting for me, and so is my mother."
Tang San's hands shook, "Why do you want to die?"
The jade color faded, and Tang San murmured to himself, "He won't let me die. How could I die? I still have a lot of things to do..."
Looking up at the sky with dull eyes.
"I can't die..."
People are also greedy.
This chapter has been completed!