Douluo Dalu: I am the protagonist

Chapter 23: One Year Later

"Huh~" Qian Qian blew a breath and said to Tang San beside her, "Third Brother, after you finish your meal, have Yu Xiaogang bring us lunch. I'm going to the playground to practice."

Tang San felt like he'd been screwed. He regretted his decision. If he'd known Qian Qian's theoretical knowledge was so strong, why would he have even considered Master as his disciple? Wouldn't he have simply let Qian Qian teach him? Now this has become...

Without waiting for Tang San's reply, Qian Qian shouldered the Amethyst Coffin and headed to the playground to practice.

Tang Hao was putting too much pressure on him...

He didn't know how the Demon Sword had forced Tang Hao away, but if Tang Hao did it again, he'd be completely helpless.

Furthermore, his enemies were no less formidable than Tang San's. The Clear Sky Sect, the Hall of Worship, the Slaughter City, and even the two great imperial families of the Heaven Dou Xing Luo…

The road ahead was long and arduous!

After Qian Qian practiced for a while, Master hurried over, lunch box in hand.

"Teacher, I…"

Qianqian saw that Yu Xiaogang seemed to have practiced well last night. It seemed that he guessed right. The Douluo Dalu Trilogy was not in vain!

Before Yu Xiaogang could tell him what he had learned, Qianqian interrupted him, "Is your business more important or is my meal more important?"

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say that his business was more important, but Qianqian, this little master, had helped him so much! He could only smile bitterly and say, "Master, meal is more important."

Well, that's more like it. Just wait and see how I'll teach you a lesson later!

He opened the lunch box, which contained both meat and vegetables. It looked like Yu Xiaogang had put in a lot of effort. I, Qianqian, accepted the flattery!

While eating, Qian Qian said to Yu Xiaogang, "First, from now on, you have to personally deliver my three meals a day! Second, I need quiet self-cultivation. If there is nothing important, don't let the teachers at school disturb me.

They don't have much to teach me. Third, from now on, you have to set aside four hours every day, and I will guide you in combat!"

"Huh?!" Upon hearing that he had to fight, Yu Xiaogang suddenly revealed a smile that was uglier than crying. "Teacher, it's not that I don't want to fight. My martial spirit can only attack three times. It's not suitable for combat at all."

Qian Qian's cute little face turned cold, and she faced Yu Xiaogang directly. "Are you kidding! Will the enemy let you go in a fight just because you are not suitable for combat?!"

"If your martial spirit is not suitable for combat, then use your body! If you can't learn to fight, then learn to run! After all, you are a twenty-ninth-level great spirit master. At your current level, a nineteenth-level spirit master can also pin you to the ground and beat you!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed with embarrassment. It was true. He could only attack three times, and his attack power was not high. In a real fight, he was actually not even as good as some ordinary people.

Qian Qian laughed inwardly: Are you kidding? How can I vent my anger for my mother if you don't fight me! I will feel uneasy if I don't beat you up!

After finishing the meal, there was still a grain of rice on Qianqian's face, but because of that overly cute little face, the grain of rice actually increased his charm a bit.

"Tell me, how's your cultivation?" Qianqian said in a mature manner.

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand and shouted, "Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

Qianqian almost didn't recognize Luo Sanpao's fat body when he came out. If Luo Sanpao was just a little pig before, he is now a fat pig weighing three to five hundred pounds.

"Cough cough cough!" Qianqian spit out the mouthwash as soon as he drank it, "Xiaogang, although I said to inject soul power into Luo Sanpao's body, soul power is about quality, not quantity. Look, Sanpao was quite cute before, but what about now?"

"Compress the soul power injected into Sanpao's body in the future, and Sanpao must also exercise, and he can't use soul skills when fighting with me in the future!"

Just kidding, Luo Sanpao's fart is so smelly, it's unbearable for humans!

Thus, a scene from Notting College became a legend, recorded in its history. Even after ten thousand years, when it became the world's leading junior college, this part of its history remained in the records.

That legend was the story of the loli, the strange uncle, and the wild boar.   

Spirit Hall...

"That's what happened!" The man in black half-crouched respectfully before the Pope.

Bibi Dong trembled with anger, the entire papal chair shattered under the pressure of the emanating aura!

Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you're truly amazing!

I used to admire your ability to stand up to the Spirit Hall, but haha, you've truly had enough!

At this point, Bibi Dong had even forgotten that Qianqian was actually Tang Hao's son! She only knew that her little one had been bullied, severely bullied!

The little one never lied, so Tang Hao's actions could only be worse than the little one's words!

His muscles were shattered, his lower body shattered! Even if he recovered, how much pain must the little one have felt!

Bibi Dong calmed down, her eyes filled with resentment. A dragon has a reverse scale; anyone who touches it will be enraged! A calm Bibi Dong was even more terrifying than usual!

She began to carefully plan her future. The Worship Hall was a tough nut to crack, and now with the Clear Sky Sect, she felt a bit short on manpower... She should help the little guy cultivate another force. And that matter should also be put on the agenda.

Qian Daoliu, no matter how powerful he was, had no hope of becoming a god. Tang Chen, despite his exceptional talent, was still hanging in the balance. As long as Xiaoxue worked hard, within twenty years, what would the Worship Hall be like! What would Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect be like!

Dividing line...

Time flies, and a year flies by in a flash.

At Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, a semester lasts a year. During this time, students aren't allowed to go home, but family members can visit. Tang San longed for his father's arrival more than once, but by the end of the semester, there was no sign of Tang Hao. Fortunately, his life was full, and he didn't have much time to miss him.

Tang San had grown taller, but he still had that ordinary face that was hard to spot in a crowd. But what could he do with Xiao Wu? They say a woman is a man's best ornament, and it's true!

Qianqian could only hug the magic sword Zi'er tightly, draw a circle, and curse them. There were gains and losses, but Qianqian, who never left the magic sword's side, had indeed begun to grasp the basics of swordsmanship .

She also became more fluent in wielding the magic sword. Another thing that concerned Qianqian was that his height and appearance hadn't changed at all in that year! Qianqian could only smile on the surface, but inwardly she was thinking, "Mm-m-p ...

Yu Xiaogang endured a year of beatings from Qianqian, and Qianqian's anger had finally subsided. Bibi Dong was left in a state of confusion.

Qianqian gestured to Yu Xiaogang, "Let's go to your dormitory!"

After a year of training, Yu Xiaogang was now considered a useful person. After all, the enemy was too powerful, and Yu Xiaogang was a great resource both personally and in the martial arts fusion skills of the Golden Iron Triangle. Yu Xiaogang was also the first talent in Qianqian's faction.

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