Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 121 The Terrifying Shang An
These days he has not found a good seedling comparable to Tang San, so he can only lower his requirements and see if he can find a few soul masters with innate soul power of level seven or eight to be his disciples. However, those people were disgusted when they saw him, and were even more disgusted when they heard that he wanted to accept a disciple. They kept scolding him for being wishful thinking, and Yu Xiaogang was so angry that his fat was shaking.

But he couldn't beat those students, and Flanders was unwilling to expel those students for him.

That's why Yu Xiaogang was so surprised and anxious when he learned that Tang San had returned.

This was really his only hope to clear his name. Fortunately, Tang San lived up to his expectations and really found the inheritance of the gods.

Tang San's face was also flushed, as if he had already seen himself standing on the top of the continent, with the Spirit Hall destroyed by his own wave of the hand. The master and disciple were both caught up in the fantasy.

It took a long time to come back to reality.

“Xiao San, the champion of this Continental Soul Master Competition is none other than you.” Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San excitedly. The inheritor of a god, wouldn’t it be easy for such a being to win the championship?

If Tang San led his team to win the All-Continental Elite Soul Master Competition, wouldn't he be able to get rid of the stigma of waste in advance? After all, if he could coach a champion of the All-Continental Elite Soul Master Competition, who would dare to say that he was a waste?

He wants to tell the teachers in those advanced soul master academies that your students are not as good as my students. I, Yu Xiaogang, am the real number one in the world of martial soul theory.

However, he did not consider that the students of those teachers were taught one class at a time, and there was no such thing as not teaching only monstrous geniuses.

"Don't worry, teacher. I am determined to win the championship." Tang San was full of fighting spirit. Having obtained the inheritance of the gods, he was in high spirits and felt that all the heroes in the world were nothing but chickens and dogs.

"But Xiao San, you can't be careless." Thinking of the terrifying strength of the Spirit Hall, Yu Xiaogang said solemnly: "There are a few spirit master teams that still need to be taken seriously."

"Teams like the Tiandou Royal Team and the Xingluo Royal Team are both strong teams in the tournament. The most terrifying is the Spirit Hall's Spirit Master Team. Three of them are known as the golden generation. With the Spirit Hall's background, I suspect there may be a Spirit King among them."

Yu Xiaogang sighed slightly when talking about the Spirit Hall team. When he was young, that person was also a member of the Spirit Hall team, and the most outstanding one. Unfortunately, it was all gone.

"Soul King?" Tang San's fighting spirit was even stronger. What if he was a Soul King? Could he stop his Tang Sect hidden weapons? After returning from that inheritance place, he robbed the rich and helped the poor and killed a few blind soul masters. Then he bought a lot of materials and made a lot of Tang Sect hidden weapons. It can be said that he was well prepared.

Moreover, he was no longer the useless martial soul he once was. The fourth ring of ten thousand years had never appeared even in his teacher's theory. So he asked who else had it besides him, who else!

Tang San didn't know the rules of the competition yet and thought that hidden weapons were allowed in this competition just like in the spirit fighting competition.

"It's good that you have confidence." Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with a smile on his face. This was a disciple that he had trained with great effort. Naturally, he was not comparable to those mediocre geniuses.

Although Yu Xiaogang can be regarded as the most useless great soul master who can only bully ordinary people, his disciples will definitely be invincible in the same realm. After all, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.

On the second day,
Ning Fengzhi sat in the reserved box and drank tea quietly, while Jian Douluo beside him was a little impatient.

"That kid, what's the matter? He actually made us two wait here."

"Uncle Jian, don't worry." Although Ning Fengzhi felt a little uncomfortable, he was the leader of a sect after all, so he would not get angry over such a small matter.

"Humph."

Jian Douluo has decided to teach that kid who disrespected his senior a lesson.

Soon,
The box door was pushed open.

A masked man appeared, and his excellent temperament made Ning Fengzhi's eyes light up.

"Haha, sorry, I'm late."

Shang An walked in with a smile, nodded slightly to Ning Fengzhi, and then sat down directly opposite him.

Ning Fengzhi raised his eyebrows, and Jian Douluo's face darkened. What does this kid think of himself? A Titled Douluo? He treats them so lightly, doesn't he look like a junior at all?

"Dad, Grandpa Jian."

Ning Rongrong also walked in soon after, and when she saw Ning Fengzhi and the other person, she immediately went forward to greet them happily.

"Rongrong is here too."

Jian Douluo suddenly smiled and looked like a kind elder.

"This young man, is he the friend that Rongrong mentioned?"

Ning Fengzhi tilted his head slightly towards Shang An.

"Yes." Ning Rongrong said that she unilaterally acknowledged that Shang An was her friend. "Dad, let me tell you, Shang An is a Soul Saint, and how old do you think he is?"

Soul Saint! Ning Fengzhi's heart trembled. This young man was so strong. Although he was a little arrogant just now, he did have the capital.

"Well, I guess twenty-five?" Ning Fengzhi said uncertainly.

In fact, he wanted to say older, but Shang An exuded a youthful aura, so it was not impossible to say he was twelve years old. "Guess again." Ning Rongrong blinked, but her smile did not diminish. It seemed that even her wise father could not guess correctly sometimes.

"Could it be twenty years old?" Ning Fengzhi said with a slightly trembling voice. If this young man is really a Soul Sage at the age of twenty, then becoming a Titled Douluo is absolutely a foregone conclusion, and it is not impossible for him to step into the legendary Peerless Douluo. No, it should be said that it is very likely.

Ning Rongrong shook her head again.

"Hiss~" Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo took a breath of cold air at the same time.

"Rongrong, you should tell Dad. Dad really doesn't dare to guess any further."

Ning Rongrong laughed and said proudly:
"Then let me tell you, Shang An is only thirteen years old now."

"Sigh~"

The whole room became a little warmer. Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They felt as unbelievable as Ning Rongrong had felt before, and even wondered if Ning Rongrong had been deceived.

Shang An sat quietly watching Ning Rongrong showing off to him.

"Impossible! Rongrong, have you been deceived by this boy?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and regained his composure. A thirteen-year-old Soul Saint? He started practicing at the age of six and reached level ten in one year? Is this a joke?
Jian Douluo looked at Shang An with sharp eyes, obviously thinking he was a liar who cheated little girls.

"Dad, I didn't lie to you. Everything I said was true." Seeing that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin didn't believe her, Ning Rongrong explained hastily.

But now both of them felt that Ning Rongrong had been bewitched by Shang An, and they looked at Shang An with some unfriendly eyes.

"Boy, you are so brave, you actually dare to deceive the young master of my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

Jian Douluo released nine soul rings, and a two-meter-long, half-foot-wide blade appeared, a clear blue sword that looked like a crystal sculpture. The soul power of a peak Douluo attacked Shang An, and he had long wanted to teach this kid a lesson.

"Be bold!"

Nihuang appeared at the right time, with the same nine soul rings shining. A phoenix cry sounded, and the Holy Fire Phoenix Martial Spirit emerged.

The powerful soul power of level 98 instantly suppressed Chen Xin's pressure.

"This, this realm!"

Chen Xin's face turned pale and his eyes narrowed suddenly. He had not noticed that there was someone hiding in the dark before. Moreover, this person's aura was several times stronger than the father he remembered. How was it possible!

His father was a peak level 97 Douluo, who was even stronger than his father, who was a level 98 or even a level 99 Peerless Douluo. How come he had never heard of such a strong man, and how come he would follow this kid?

Seeing that Chen Xin was shocked, Shang An smiled faintly. Nihuang is now a level 98 peak Douluo, but having practiced the Nine-Layer Fire Phoenix Art, she is not necessarily weaker than Qian Daoliu. It is definitely easy for her to defeat a level 96 Chen Xin.

It can be said that if the deal was not reached this time, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin could prepare to leave their lives here today.

"Greetings to His Majesty, Uncle Jian was just excited to see the prey and wanted to test the younger generation. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Seeing that Jian Douluo's face was becoming paler and paler due to being suppressed by Nihuang's soul power, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly said to Nihuang.

Nihuang glanced at him and did not answer. Except for Shang An, it would be useless for anyone else to plead for mercy.

"Shang An, please let Grandpa Jian go." Ning Rongrong also began to plead.

"Nihuang, that's enough, stop." Shang An waved his hand, and Nihuang stopped the pressure at the right time.

Ning Fengzhi was shocked. Although he didn't know how strong Nihuang was, she was obviously stronger than Uncle Jian. How could such a strong person obey the orders of a young man, and seemed a little obedient?

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

Such a strong man must have his own pride, this young man should be his junior.

However, Ning Fengzhi also began to believe that what Ning Rongrong said about the thirteen-year-old Soul Saint might be true. Otherwise, even the biggest force would not allow a peak Douluo who could be said to be the foundation of the sect to protect them. You know, even Ning Rongrong only sent two Soul Saints to secretly protect her.

Although part of the reason was that few people would dare to have any bad intentions with Ning Rongrong's status, it was more because even in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Soul Douluo was a rare existence and was the sect's real elder. Even if he was the sect master, he could not give orders at will.

It is already like this for Contra, let alone Titled Douluo.

Jian Douluo calmed down the soul power in his body, and his pale face recovered a little. He looked at Nihuang deeply. Her aura alone could suppress him to this extent. If a real fight broke out, he was afraid that he would not be able to last more than a few moves.

Which faction does such a terrifying person belong to? Could it be the chief priest of the Spirit Hall? But the chief priest is said to be a man!
(End of this chapter)