Douluo: Lucky Star lost 700 games in a row at the beginning, and the harvest

He calculated the distance in his mind and prepared to give Shi Nian a fatal blow.

Finally he retreated again!

When Zhurong and Qianjun Jiangmo, the two elders, saw this, they were all stunned.

Almost laughed out loud.

"I don't know why His Royal Highness the Saint Son followed me..."

"Your Highness the Saint must have his reasons for doing this..."

"Brother is right!"

While the two elders, Qianjun Jiangmo, were communicating through telepathy, Shi Nian made new moves.

"Tang San, at this time, you can still make me smile, not bad!"

"In that case, I will let you leave in even greater pain!"

"Shi Nian, you are so arrogant!"

Tang San's left hand flashed with golden light, and two hair-sized dragon whisker needles flew towards Shi Nian's eyes.

Although Shi Nian did not take Tang San seriously, he never let down his guard.

In an instant, Shi Nian was unable to react, and two golden lights flashed by...

"what……"

At such a close distance, Shi Nian is neither a strong attack type Soul Saint nor a quick attack type Soul Saint.

His strength is almost entirely within the realm of illusion, and his physique is not much different from that of an auxiliary Soul Saint of the same level.

The golden dragon beard needles that shone in the sunlight instantly made Shi Nian lose his sight, and the pain in his eyes...

Before Shi Nian could react, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer spirit appeared. Without any hesitation, Tang San directly used the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique and smashed towards Shi Nian.

For a time, "the earth shook and the mountains trembled"...

After an unknown amount of time, Tang San stopped, sweating profusely, and retracted the Clear Sky Hammer into his body.

"call……"

After taking a breath, Tang San grinned and muttered to himself.

"Shi Nian, you were careless in the end!"

Although Tang San said it lightly, he was still scared!

If the one who came wasn't a Soul Sage who only knew illusion, if the other party's mental power was a little stronger, if my own mental power hadn't broken through...

"Anyway, I killed a Soul Saint-level warrior!"

"The gap between me and Zhu Rong should be smaller..."

"Eh...is this?"

Tang San was just about to say something else when he glanced at Shi Nian out of the corner of his eye and found that Shi Nian was flashing with colorful light and was also accompanied by fluctuations in soul power.

"???"

Such light and such fluctuations of soul power stunned Tang San.

"Soul bone, head soul bone!"

"Shi Nian actually possesses a head soul bone?"

Tang San exclaimed subconsciously, his eyes like copper bells.

He is no longer the Tang San who knew nothing.

Over the years, Tang San has deeply experienced how precious spirit bones are.

"Dad gave me two soul bones. They must be very rare, right? Unfortunately, one of them was taken away by Zhu Rong..."

"Looking at the fluctuations of the soul power of this soul bone, it should be a head soul bone of the ten thousand year level..."

Speaking of this, Tang San's left hand was shaking slightly.

A ten thousand year level head soul bone, Tang San couldn't even imagine it!

In addition to the torso soul bone, the head soul bone is the most important!

Tang San tried to pick up the head soul bone tremblingly, but a voice made him subconsciously take two steps back.

"Tang San, what do you want to do with my spirit bone?"

Just by listening to the voice, Tang San knew who the owner of the voice was!

"Why is he here?"

"Wait, something seems wrong!"

"Forehead……"

Tang San was a little confused. Why did Zhu Rong say that this soul bone was his?

Isn't this the spoils of war that Tang San got after killing Shi Nian? Why is it his Zhu Rong's soul bone?

After just a brief thought, Tang San came back to his senses!

With a dark face and a dazed look, he murmured.

"Zhu Rong is planning to rob!"

While Tang San was stunned, Zhu Rong had already picked up the head soul bone from the ground.

After hearing Tang San's murmurs, Zhu Rong said with a righteous look on his face.

"Tang San, don't talk nonsense, this is the soul bone I picked up from the ground!"

"I didn't expect to be so lucky. I can pick up a ten thousand year level soul bone just by walking around!"

"The goddess of luck is smiling! Hahaha..."

When he said this, Zhu Rong had a smug look on his face.

"Zhu Rong! Can you please have some shame! This is my Tang San's soul bone!"

Tang San couldn't help but roared at Zhu Rong.

This is no ordinary soul bone!

This is a ten thousand year level head soul bone!

"You said this is yours?"

Zhu Rong's expression remained unchanged as he spoke in a "doubtful" tone.

"Yes! This is the trophy I got when I killed a powerful enemy."

Tang San answered without even thinking about it.

He also thought that Zhu Rong would have a change of heart and return this soul bone to him, Tang San.

"You said this soul bone is yours, so if you call it, will it respond?"

"???"

After hearing this.

Tang San was confused, Qianjun in the dark and the two demon-slaying elders were also confused.

If I call it, will it answer?

Now that it has become a soul bone, can it still speak?

Robbing... No, borrowing other people's spoils, no one can do it so refreshingly and elegantly.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, he, he... he really..."

"Ahem...Your Highness the Saint Son must have done this...Hey, this old man..."

Qianjun Douluo covered his face, not knowing how to make up a story.

"Brother is right!"

Qianjun: "..."

Tang San looked at Zhu Rong with a serious expression, and his whole body was shaking slightly!

He really didn't expect Zhu Rong to suddenly come at this time, and he didn't expect Zhu Rong to be so shameless!

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He found that the dragon beard needle he used was inside this soul bone.

Without the support of soul power, the dragon beard needle turned into two golden particles, rolling inside the head soul bone.

It only needs a slight shake and it will fall out of the soul bone and onto the ground.

"Zhu Rong, this soul bone belongs to me, Tang San!"

"Look at the golden particles in this soul bone. This is the Dragon Beard Needle that belongs to me, Tang San!"

After Tang San finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Rong with confidence.

Although spirit bones cannot speak, he, Tang San, can prove that this spirit bone is indeed his!

Zhu Rong didn't even look at it. He certainly knew that Tang San was telling the truth, but, so what?

"Tang San, why did you take the dragon whisker needle and put it in my soul bone?"

Tang San:"……"

He got it!

There's no point in reasoning with Zhu Rong!

As for fighting, he was no match for Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong clearly wanted to snatch the head soul bone, what could he do?

I can't talk it out, and I can't beat him...

Two tear marks appeared on Tang San's face, but he didn't feel anything.

"This, this Tang San actually cried???"