"You sure Tang San created these skills himself?" Ma Hongjun asked strangely "Lin Fan seems stronger?"
Taking a closer look.
The same cultivation method. The same Hidden Weapons.
Lin Fan's Hidden Weapons were more powerful. They couldn't be knocked down in one go?!
Tang San could only choose to deflect them to protect himself.
Once the Hidden Weapons were used up. The dust settled.
The ground was covered in metal. Shimmering with colorful light under the sun.
They were poisonous.
Tang San stared blankly at Lin Fan.
To be precise. It was a metal fan he was playing with.
This was just rewarded by the God of Emotions.
"Peacock Plume?!" Tang San shrieked "The Peacock Plume. Ranked Third on the Hidden Weapons list? You actually made this?!"
Lin Fan smiled. Aiming the Peacock Plume at Tang San.
Now. Who is fake? Who is real?
Tang San instantly froze!
The Third-Ranked Hidden weapon. The Peacock Plume could at least break through a Soul Saint's defense. Even a Titled Douluo caught off guard would be severely wounded.
He. a mere Two-Ring Soul Grand Master had no other choice but death.
Under the threat of death, Tang San's brain worked rapidly.
Finally he recognized a fact. No matter how Lin Fan mastered the Xuantian Record. His skill far surpassed his own.
He had lived Two lives!
Could it be that Lin Fan was also from another World?
"I want to ask. Are you a disciple of Bashu Tang Sect?" Tang San probed "Do you know Old Master Tang Lan?"
Lin Fan's gaze became strange.
Then he took back the Peacock Plume.
Tang San thought he had matched the code, and his face became pale due to fear.
Is he not the only one from Bashu Tang Sect that transmigrated?
Would they come looking for him to enforce the rules?
Even though his debts were settled by his death.
His current behavior was a form of betrayal?
Tang San held his breath in terror. He was Waiting for judgment.
[God of Emotion: Good! This is good!]
[God of Emotion: Tang San. You also have a day when you are afraid?]
[God of Emotion: Lin Fan. How did you think of scaring him like this?]
[God of Emotion: What's this Bashu Tang Sect?]
[God of Emotion: Make this little guy reveal the truth!]
[User "God of Emotion" Sent Gift: "God Bestowed Martial Soul · Spirit Eye" × 1]
Sensible.
Lin Fan didn't reply. Pretending to be in thought.
"The Bashu Tang Sect. Huh..."
"Back Then. There was also a person. He was known as the number one assassin. He boasted that he would assassinate my Grandfather."
"He was captured and cried. Kneeling on the ground. He willingly offered the Xuantian Records in exchange for his life."
Tang San let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Lin Fan is not from the Bashu Tang Sect. He didn't need to be judged.
But then he clenched his heart!
That assassin actually handed over the Xuantian Records?
He really deserved death!
"Oh. That's right."
Lin Fan remembered something and tapped the Peacock Plume.
This made Tang San's heart pound!
Be careful! That thing can kill everyone present.
Lin Fan recalled.
"That guy said something like: I wouldn't Teach it to anyone else. From then on. He lived anonymously."
"Your Xuantian Record. It is not taught by him. Is it?"
"Then I'd have to enforce the rules and cripple your cultivation."
Tang San's pounding heart leaped into his throat!
Damn it!
That guy betrayed the Tang Sect, and even blocked the path for future generations?
You have courted death!!!
But seeing Lin Fan's dangerous gaze and his posture.
Tang San's brain raced.
How could he shake off this blame?
He has no proof that his Xuantian Records didn't originate from that traitor.
What to do?
Fabricate a master?
Thinking it over and over.
Tang San couldn't find any reasonable explanation.
Seeing Lin Fan's hand already touching the activation switch of the Peacock Plume.
Tang San hardened his heart and shouted loudly.
"I'm not from this World!"
Everyone present blinked in confusion.
Huh?
What does that mean?
Lin Fan tilted his head. signaling Tang San to continue.
Tang San gave a bitter laugh.
He recounted his previous life. Bit by bit.
To enhance credibility. He even described life details. The construction of the Tang Sect. Jianghu legends and so on in detail.
Flander's expression was strange. looking like he had stumbled upon a huge piece of gossip.
This was a completely new concept from the Eastern Martial Arts World. Possessing complete logic and rules.
It was not something a Twelve-Year-Old child could imagine out of thin air.
So it was likely true?
But...
Tang San's Father is Haotian Douluo!
If he knew that his son has been 'Possessed'...
Tsk Tsk Tsk!
That scene would definitely be very exciting.
"Xiao San. Your soul is a 40-Year-Old Uncle?" Xiao Wu widened her eyes and said "For these past Six Years, You've been sleeping with me on the same bed? You took advantage of me?"
Tang San didn't answer.
For coaxing girls. He has to survive first.
This actually made Lin Fan laugh.
You. A Hundred Thousand Year Old Rogue Rabbit have the nerve to talk?
[Nine-Colored Goddess: So Tang San lived Two lives? Isn't this bullying!]
[Destruction God King No. 2: The Previous Shura God King randomly pulled people to find a successor. It seems only Tang San managed to endure it.]
[God of Speed: So Tang San cultivated from a young age? Innate Full Soul Power? Heh!]
[God of Speed: The Inner Disciples over there could at least learn the Xuantian Records! The cultivation methods this guy left behind in the Douluo Tang Sect aren't even complete!]
[God of Emotion: Lin Fan. cripple this guy's Martial Arts! I want him to experience the Taste of being a cripple!]
'Double standard God King. That's How it is.'
Lin Fan replied.
'Emotion God. Don't get excited yet. Watch me continue to manipulate him.'
Lin Fan looked at Tang San with a smile.
"Your story is told with rich details and a bizarre plot. It barely counts as you passing."
"Don't you want this Lovesick Heartbroken Red? I'll give you a chance."
"If it recognises you as its master. You can take this Immortal Herb."
"If you fail..."
Lin Fan chuckled.
"I'll keep you in suspense."
Tang San heard this and had a premonition that the price of failure would probably be very heavy.
But. For this. He even exposed his 'Transmigrator' identity.
Now that it had come to this. How can he give up?
He simply gritted his teeth!
"I'll risk it!"
"Come on!"
"My love will definitely move this Lovesick Heartbroken Red!"
Lin Fan smiled and handed him the Lovesick Heartbroken Red.
Tang San took a deep breath.
He used a flying dagger to cut his finger. Then dropped a drop of his blood onto the flower.
In The End. His gaze landed on Xiao Wu. He recalled the bits and pieces of the past.
From Fighting in Dorm 7.
The Time They Slept on The Same Bed.
The Bond of Returning Home after Holidays.
The Lovesick Heartbroken Red felt sincere love and began to bloom.
The stem also swayed. Pulling out of the Black Absolute Stone.
Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh.
The love between Tang San and Xiao Wu was the kind where they could die for each other.
There was really nothing to criticize about.
But…