Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 167: Yu Xiaogang vs. Tang San

Tang San felt that he was stabbed fiercely by the cold object. His legs kept shaking. Then he felt a sharp pain from below, and a slight warm feeling. It was the blood flowing out after his flower burst.

The enthusiasm on the face of the dignified middle-aged man faded a lot, and he said indifferently:
"Tang San, Chrysanthemum Power Stage 3, Level: Low Level!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's words came out, it was not surprising that they caused a commotion of ridicule in the venue.

"Three sections. Just as I expected, this 'genius' has been standing still again this year."

"Hey, this idiot really brought shame to our Shrek Village."

"If it weren't for the fact that his teacher and the village chief were good friends, this kind of rubbish would have been kicked out of Shrek long ago and left to fend for himself. There would be no chance for him to stay in the village."

"Who says it isn't?"

The ridicule coming from all around poured into Tang San's ears like a curse, and Tang San, who had just been let down from the stone pillar, gradually began to see murderous intent in his eyes.

These people humiliated him in such a way and mocked him to the utmost. They really deserved to die!
"Xiao San, are you okay?" Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder, his face bitter, "Xiao San, I know that incident had a great impact on you. Hey, if you still can't recover your former talent next time, I'm afraid both of us will be driven out of the village."

As he spoke, there was a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Teacher, I'm a little tired." After being patted by Yu Xiaogang, Tang San restrained the murderous intent in his eyes. He wanted to figure out what was going on first. Could it be that everything in Douluo Continent was just a dream?
Watching Tang San covering his butt and walking away, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his eyes gradually firmed, as if he had made up his mind.

At night, under a bright moonlight, Tang San was lying on the bed trying to practice Xuan Tian Gong. For some reason, he found that all his Tang Sect skills were ineffective here and he could not practice them at all. However, Tang San still did not want to give up.

How could he not take revenge for today's humiliation? But how could he take revenge without strength?

dong dong!

Yu Xiaogang walked in with a bowl of medicine. He was stunned at first when he saw Tang San sitting cross-legged in meditation. Then he came to his senses and walked to Tang San's side.

"Xiao San, it's time to take your medicine."

Tang San looked at the dark brown medicine in Yu Xiaogang's hand and felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. For some reason, this medicine smelled like shit, and he didn't know what medicinal materials were used to make it. Drinking this medicine was like eating shit.

However, looking at Yu Xiaogang's eager eyes, he knew that he had to drink the medicine today whether he wanted to or not.

So he could only make a bitter face, pick up the medicine bowl, and drink it into his mouth in big gulps. As long as he drank fast enough, the smell of shit would not catch up with him.

"Teacher, can you tell me what a chrysanthemum master is? I kind of forgot."

After drinking the medicine, Tang San rubbed his churning stomach, relied on his extraordinary willpower to hold back the urge to vomit, wiped his mouth and asked.

"Of course." Yu Xiaogang sat on the head of the bed, pressing down on it so hard that the whole bed shook.

"Xiao San, the chrysanthemum master is the most noble profession in the world. What is cultivated is the power of chrysanthemum. The realms are divided into chrysanthemum power, chrysanthemum master, chrysanthemum master, great chrysanthemum master, chrysanthemum spirit, chrysanthemum king, chrysanthemum emperor, chrysanthemum patriarch, etc., and you are now in the stage of polishing the power of chrysanthemum, which is the initial stage of the chrysanthemum master's practice."

Suddenly, Tang San, who was listening carefully to Yu Xiaogang's popular science, felt a little dizzy, "Teacher, why do I feel a little weak?"

Yu Xiaogang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's okay, Xiaosan, this is just a normal reaction after taking the medicine."

"Teacher, but I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Xiao San, if the teacher says it's okay, then it's okay. You have to believe the teacher. Let me continue to tell you. The power of chrysanthemum is cultivated with a chrysanthemum. In the initial stage of cultivation, you only need to continuously expand and strengthen your chrysanthemum."

As he was talking, Tang San's body suddenly went limp and he fell onto the bed.

"Teacher, what's wrong with me? I feel like I can't move."

Tang San faced the bed, feeling as if his body was possessed by a ghost. It was difficult for him to even move a finger.

"Xiao San, it should be a physical problem. Let the master help you."

Yu Xiaogang stood up, undressed Tang San, and carefully examined Tang San's body.

"Teacher, why did you take off your clothes too?"

"It's a little hot in this room. It's okay. Let me continue to show you."

"Teacher, what are you doing sitting on the bed?"

"It's a bit uncomfortable to stand."

"Teacher, what are you going to do?!" "Xiao San, don't blame me, everything is for your future."

"Ok?"

"Ah! Teacher, don't do that!"

Inside the room, Tang San's voice gradually became more tragic.

"what!"

Tang San woke up screaming, his eyes full of bloodshot.

In the illusion, he experienced all kinds of pain. At first it was just simple punishment, but it gradually became perverted. Although he knew that those were all fake after coming out of the illusion, he felt that he could no longer look his teacher in the face.

Now when he thought of Yu Xiaogang's face, his body shuddered.
Then the sound of thorns sounded again,
"The sixth test of the God of Suffering is completed, and the reward is the soul bone skill, farting like thunder."

I saw a divine light appear from the void, passing through Tang San's body and penetrating into his spine soul bone. A warm feeling penetrated his body from top to bottom.
This is an active offensive spirit skill that can release a loud and foul-smelling fart to disgust the enemy.

Moreover, it does not consume much spirit skills. As long as Tang San is willing, he can be a mobile source of pollution.

Sounds good. What the hell!
What is this thing called farting like thunder? Isn’t this the soul skill of his teacher?
How could the great Master Tang San possibly use such a disgusting spirit skill? Is this the reward for the divine test?

For a moment, he felt the deep malice from the God of Suffering.

"Thor, what's going on?" Tang San took a deep breath and asked angrily.

"This is an assessment of the abilities that are automatically formed based on your illusion. For example, if you are burned by fire in the illusion, you will gain the ability of fire. If you are blown by the wind, you will gain the ability of wind. I don't know what specific soul skills will appear." Thorn said nonsense in a serious tone.

"Then I don't want this spirit skill, can I change it?" Tang San's expression looked like he had eaten shit, and he was a little green. It seemed that he had worked so hard and endured all kinds of humiliation to complete the sixth test, and the reward was just this thing?

"Sorry, once the reward is given, it cannot be returned or exchanged." Thorn's voice was still extremely mechanical, without a trace of emotional fluctuation, and he looked very official.

"But please rest assured, heir, this is just a special case. This will not happen again with other assessment rewards."

"Okay." Seeing Jingzhi say this, Tang San could only choose to believe it and accepted the reward with a dark face. At worst, he would never use this spirit skill again.

"Do you want to start the seventh test? The reward for the seventh test is to increase your soul power by ten levels and give you a divine soul ring."

Hearing about the seventh test, Tang San, who instinctively wanted to refuse, suddenly froze. The generous reward made it impossible for him to say no. Could it be that the reward this time was so generous in order to compensate for the reward for the sixth test?

Although he wanted to slow down, he thought of the increasingly tense situation on the continent and Xiao Wu who was already lying in someone else's arms, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Start the seventh test."

Time waits for no one. I must become strong as soon as possible so that I can defeat the Spirit Hall and get Xiao Wu back.

"The Seventh Test of the God of Suffering, the Suffering of Waste, and the Three-Year Agreement Begins."

“From now on, the inheritor will not be able to use any skills.

Soul power or hand-to-hand hidden weapons, you must pretend to be an ordinary person, the duration is three years, during which you cannot reveal the divine test information to anyone, nor let others know through any other means. Please strictly complete the divine test, otherwise you will lose the qualification to inherit the throne! "

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Tang San's originally resolute expression suddenly became a little dull. What kind of test was this?

Although he originally thought that the rewards for this divine exam were so generous and must not be simple, he did not expect it to be so bizarre.

Three years of waste?

He was in a hurry to take the exam because he wanted to save time. Was he going to waste three whole years?
If possible, Tang San really didn't want to take this divine test, but the price of not completing the divine test would be losing the qualification to inherit the throne of God.

The throne of God!
He went through untold pain to complete the first six tests, how could he just give up like that!
Moreover, without the inheritance of the divine throne, how could he fight against the Spirit Hall, how could he get Xiao Wu back, and how could he heal his lost roots?
"The seventh test has no restrictions on the venue, but you are not allowed to stay in the secret realm. Successors please be prepared, the secret realm will be closed soon." Thorns' cold words penetrated Tang San's mind.

"Five, four, three"

The mechanical timing sound rang out.

Tang San was suddenly startled, "Wait!"

It's the end of the month, please kill me with your monthly ticket, thank you

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(End of this chapter)