Chapter 290 Tang San returns his soul bones, Tang Xiao’s grief (please recommend)
Before entering the main building of Haotian Sect, Tang Long said to Tang Yu beside him:
"Tang Yu, go and tell your fourth uncle about today's iron rope bridge. We can't delay it any longer!"
"Okay!" Tang Yu turned and left.
Tang San observed the Haotian Sect's buildings, not even the slightest bit luxurious.
The biggest feature of the whole thing is its thickness.
Enter the main building of the sect, which is a castle-like existence.
On the way, Tang San saw many Haotian Sect disciples, all of whom were dressed in gray.
Qian Pengju, Tang Long, and Tang Tian stopped in front of the sect's meeting hall.
Tang San carefully looked at the door plaque in front of him, which had the words "Meeting Hall" written on it.
This time Qian Pengju came out to invite them in person, so naturally he would report the situation.
This voice is at least eighty similar to his father Tang Hao.
I asked: "Tang Long, his father left Tang San as a young boy. Is there anything important for him to return to Tang San today?"
That was the Ghost Vine Realm and the Killing God Realm secretly launching themselves to share the pressure for Tang Long.
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly became quiet.
But in that case, it was acceptable and it could be called a job.
Qian Pengju turned around, looked at them, and said softly: "Go in."
An elder looked at each other and was silent for a short time. That was a bad choice.
"Why am I so decisive and ruining my hope of taking a step back?!"
Except for Tang Yuehua, the other elders all looked at Tang Long secretly.
Tang Long knelt down on one knee in front of the people sitting carelessly and said in a respectful tone: "Shi Cheng meets the sect master and elders!"
His eyes were bright and bright, with a somewhat majestic and domineering aura.
Tang Yonghua's expression also changed slightly, and he naturally understood what the sect had done.
I looked at the people sitting and showed respect.
Entering the meeting hall, a long table made of fine iron came into view.
When treating elders, it is natural to show respect.
While talking, I showed off my martial soul and soul ring.
Tang Lie and Tang Tian in front looked at Tang Long in surprise as if they had seen a ghost.
Qian Pengju looked very excited. Does that kind of plant-type martial spirit pose any threat to me?
The deep and rich voice sounded very kind to Tang San's ears.
Tang Hao's expression changed instantly, and he immediately stood up and came to Tang Long's side.
A trace of happiness and helplessness flashed across Tang Long's face, and he held back tears in his eyes as he explained:
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Tang Long stood up and stood up immediately.
Holding it firmly with both hands, he handed it back.
Yellow, yellow, purple, white, white, white!
Because of Tang Yuehua's delay in revealing it, we know that Tang Long is a twin martial spirit.
Tang Hao nodded, and then closed the white box.
Those two pieces of inherited soul bones exclusive to the Haotian Sect have returned to Tang San today.
The young elder stood up immediately, with a slight anger on his face: "What does my sect want to do?"
Tang Long concluded the introduction with a wonderful tone: "Junior Shi Cheng, 20 years old, martial soul ghost vine, level 88 control soul emperor!"
Tang Long said again: "Sect Master, the injury on my father's body will be cured when you fulfill my instructions that time."
"Tang Long, please introduce yourself in a complicated way."
That's what the elders were curious about, what should Shi Cheng do when he returns to Haotian Sect.
But in the last moment, Tang Long felt a tangible pressure coming towards him.
He walked into the meeting hall first, followed by Tang Long, Tang Tian, and Tang San who entered last.
Like the other eight elders, they also recognized Shi Cheng's strength and nodded in agreement.
"My father was seriously injured before this battle, and the old wounds are still being dealt with. Maybe he will be far away from this life for a long time."
Whether he is a disciple of the Haotian Sect or not, I met a junior when I came there.
My figure is still upright, and my expression has not changed at all. I sit here quietly, giving people a very strong sense of danger.
"I had to do that, firstly so that I could spend less time with my mother, and seventhly because I felt guilty for Shi Cheng."
(Again, Tang Pengju is a pseudonym. For convenience of writing, Qian Pengju is used.)
It is no exaggeration to say that the seven father and son look like two people.
"Get up." The middle-aged woman's words sounded, and the huge pressure dissipated.
Although Tang Xiao had no grudge against the sect in his heart, he still recognized Tang Long's talent.
A ghost vine appeared on his left hand, and eight soul rings lit up one by one around his body.
That kind of unconventional configuration greatly surprised an elder.
Tang Xiao looked at Tang Long, Yu De's appearance was completely different from that of the sect.
"Bad, you are my child!" Tang Hao showed a look of praise.
……
This overbearing pressure has not dissipated. If my body had not been tempered by ice and fire, I would still be able to really hold on.
Regarding the cultivation of twin martial souls, there is not even a single word recorded in our Tang San.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Tang Hao didn't make up his mind and just ended it and got back to the topic.
Tang Hao placed the white box under the table, and before opening it, two soul bones lay quietly outside.
Shi Cheng really wanted to tell Tang Long: call you uncle.
The middle-aged woman's aura was even more majestic than her father's sect, like a very thick wall.
Sitting in the middle is a middle-aged woman with a strong back and a strong back, sharp swords and axe, and short gray hair.
Fortunately, my upper plate was stable, so I stabilized my body the moment the pressure dissipated.
The first person was naturally Qian Pengju.
After listening to Tang Long's explanation, Tang Hao immediately turned around and asked: "Seventh brother, I am now..."
I looked at an elder and said, "Elders, I have nothing to say."
"Sect Master, elders, Tang San has been brought here."
His voice came in, and Tang Xiao's voice came immediately.
On the surface of my skin, seven colors of light, one gray and one white, floated underneath.
"I'm not your brother-in-law?"
A trace of sadness flashed in my eyes, and I took the white box without trembling.
My performance was actually qualified.
Right leg bone, left arm bone!
That kind of martial soul configuration simply subverted cognition.
We were all vague in our minds. Even if our sect left Haotian Sect, it would still be loyal to Tang San.
Tang Hao looked at the elders and said anxiously:
Therefore, he didn't seem to care at all whether Shi Cheng showed his Clear Sky Hammer.
There was a gray tablecloth on it, and ten chairs on the left and right sides were already full of people.
Among the seven generations of disciples of that generation, I was the seventh to be able to endure my pressure for so long.
Tang Long observed this person's figure and found that he should be less than two meters tall.
My nephew is indeed as talented as my sister said.
Shi Cheng looked at Tang Long, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
The source of that pressure was the middle-aged woman sitting in the center.
Several elders also marveled: It is true that he is a child of the sect, he is not as elegant as I was when I was young.
"I got this through my own efforts, and you never blamed me for that!"
Tang Long's expression also became serious, and he said: "The first thing, father tells you, I am ashamed to have been trained by Shi Cheng and have the face to face Tang San, so I ask you to return the gifts from Tang San."
There was nothing wrong with that salute, and he did his best to act like a junior.
"Come in, everyone."
"Is that...a test for you?"
After saying that, I took out a white box from my storage soul guide.
The other eight elders, including Tang Xiao, also showed a hint of tolerance towards the sect.
Tang Long's heart moved slightly, but his face remained calm.
(End of chapter)