In the year 2638 of the Douluo calendar, in early January, wind and snow covered nearly half of the Douluo Continent.
The year 2637 that just passed was a peaceful year.
There was no tournament that attracted the attention of the whole continent, and no titled Douluo fell. Although there were occasional minor frictions at the border between the two empires, everything was generally peaceful.
As for some up-and-coming genius soul masters, or their winning streak in the great soul fighting arena, or challenging the veteran soul masters of the same level to win, they are basically the same as the personnel transfer of the nobles and official system of the [Tian Dou Empire], and become the talk of everyone after dinner.
That's all.
Therefore, after the Douluo Calendar of 2635, which was cooked by fire, and after the transition of 2636, 2637 can really be called: ordinary.
If you don't count the last month of December.
In the last few days of Douluo Calendar 2637, a piece of news that shocked the entire continent, like the strong wind above the nine heavens, swept through every town and even most of the villages in the world in the shortest possible time.
This includes the Holy Soul Village outside "Notting City".
Tang Hao was in a good mood while drinking the fine wine brought by his elder brother Tang Xiao and his sister Tang Yuehua a few months ago.
Although, deep down in my heart, I often think of A Yin's sacrifice, the sect, and my father's calculations, and I feel a heart-breaking feeling.
But fortunately, with this "Dukang" wine from the [Business Alliance], which is said to be worth eighteen silver soul coins per jar, Tang Hao can get himself drunk and forget all his worries.
What's more, when he went to visit Ah Yin two days ago, Tang Hao discovered that Ah Yin's true body had returned to its thousand-year cultivation level!
Although Ah Yin has not yet regained consciousness and is indifferent to his company, Tang Hao sees hope, the hope of Ah Yin's complete recovery!
As long as Ah Yin is resurrected, can the calculation between his father and the sect be alleviated to the greatest extent?
The worst thing is that he and Ah Yin will live alone outside and not interact with the sect, Tang Hao thought.
Well, as for son Tang San?
That kid is still in school. After a few years, his strength is almost improved, and he can go out to practice without affecting the lives of himself and Ah Yin at all...
In the snowy courtyard, Tang Hao was lying on an old bench, basking in the rare winter sun, drinking wine and thinking about the future.
The powerful strength allowed Tang Hao, who was drunk, to still hear clearly the conversations of other people in the village.
Originally, Tang Hao felt noisy and bored by the feuding between the villagers who were cleaning the snow on the roofs of their houses and in their courtyards.
But at this moment, the conversation between several young villagers who were led by Old Jack to clear the snow on the roads in the village caught Tang Hao's attention.
"Huh... have you heard? The Haotian Sect, known as the number one sect in the world, has come out..." A louder voice seemed to be a little tired, and after exhaling, he spoke.
Listening to the voice, Tang Hao vaguely remembered that it seemed to be the strong black villager named Tom in the south of the village.
"Out of the mountains? What do you mean? In the mountains before?" Tom's neighbor, the lame carpenter Ferry, asked in a naive voice.
"Uh, it seems... right, anyway, I just didn't come out before, and now I come out again..." Tom, who wanted to take a breath by talking before, replied hesitantly.
"Then why didn't they come out before, and now they come out again?" A hoarse voice with at least twenty years of smoking rang out. If Tang Hao was not drunk and confused, it should be Old Sean who lived in the west end of the village.
"I know that. Let me tell you...ahem! That's it, that...that..." Jerry, the son of the village elder Jack's family, quickly showed his presence.
Tom: "Haotian Sect."
After being reminded by Tom, Jerry nodded repeatedly: "Yes! It's the [Haotian Sect]! This [Haotian Sect] is said to be the top three sects, the number one sect among the lower four sects, or what the world is like
The first sect..."
"Huh - No. 1 in the world? Can it be better than [Martial Soul Palace]? Or better than [Business Alliance]?" Old Sean blew out a smoke ring and muttered with a crooked mouth.
In the eyes of villagers like them, the most powerful force is the [Martial Spirit Hall] located in every city and village.
In recent years, the [Business Alliance], which has suddenly emerged and has also developed its power in all aspects, is also a mainland giant!
As for the [Haotian Sect] that I have never heard of, as well as other upper three sects and lower four sects, what are they?
Compared with [Tian Dou Empire] and the opposite [Xing Luo Empire], which one is stronger?
"Uh~" Little Jerry's voice faltered, and then he said with some reluctance: "Then [Martial Soul Hall] and [Business Alliance] must be stronger!"
"Then [Haotian Sect] previously sealed... sealed... sealed the mountain, right! The reason why the mountain was blocked was because of a conflict with [Martial Spirit Hall]. I don't know why it's not as strong as [Martial Spirit Hall]..."
"As for the [Business Alliance], they are [Ziyun Academy], [Tiance Mansion], [Blacksmith Association], [Mingxuan]... With so many forces united, they are definitely stronger than the [Haotian Sect]!"
"Then [Haotian Sect] is not as strong as [Martial Soul Hall] and can't just stay here, so why did it come out again?" Fury, the lame carpenter, listened to Little Jerry's introduction and suddenly asked in confusion.
road.
"Hehe~"
"I heard that [Haotian Sect] has created a Titled Douluo... Darling! That's a Titled Douluo, two levels stronger than the Soul Saint that Old Jack talks about every day!"
Tom chuckled and said somewhat proudly, but he didn't know where he was proud of himself.
"That titled Douluo ran outside the "Martial Spirit City" and smashed a hammer, and then His Majesty the Pope and others didn't even try to stop him and let him run away..."
"After that, the [Haotian Sect] will announce to the outside world that it will come out again and summon its former subordinates to return..."
"I heard that among them there is the [Force Clan] who are working under the [Business Alliance] and working with the [Blacksmith Association] to build tools..."
"What's the name of the Titled Douluo you mentioned?" A low and somewhat hoarse voice suddenly appeared in the ears of Tom and others.
"?!"*n
Tom, Jerry and others were startled, and their red faces instantly turned pale from the cold. When they saw the owner of the voice, they immediately glared at each other angrily.
I saw a tall figure stepping on the thick snow on the gravel road crossing the Holy Soul Village. He was wearing a simple gray robe, with messy and knotted black hair hanging on his shoulders, and a sallow face.
He had an unkempt beard and a pair of cloudy, yellow eyes that seemed to be awake but not awake, which matched perfectly with the stinky smell of alcohol he wore.
"Tang Hao?"
"It's Tang Hao~"
"Hey! Scared me!"
"Why is this drunkard here?"
"Who knows, I haven't seen him come out to sweep the snow once in these years, and it doesn't look like this now..."
As the most disliked person in Holy Soul Village, Tang Hao's appearance aroused whispers from the snow clearing staff.
Tang Hao, who turned a deaf ear to this, still squinted his eyes, with an abnormal blush on his face, burped from wine, and asked Tom again: "What's the name of the Titled Douluo you mentioned?"
"What? Are they your relatives?" Tom, who had a dark complexion, rolled his eyes and said angrily.
He said that, but considering that the drunkard blacksmith in front of him was not only stronger than the farmer himself, but also poorer, Tom immediately replied: "I went shopping with Old Jack in the city before, and I heard what the merchants said
It's not very clear, it seems to be called Tang Chen or Tang Zhen..."
After hearing Tom's words, Tang Hao's body trembled visibly in the biting cold wind, and then he seemed to be freezing. He turned around and strode away without looking back.
"Hey - I... hum!" Seeing this, Tom was stunned and snorted coldly.
Then, as if he still felt unhappy, he spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm at Tang Hao's disappearing back: "Bah! Not polite!"