The return of the king of Douluo Continent

Zunwu World, Southern Border, Bailong Academy.

With a livid face, Tang San stopped at the gate of Bailong Academy and said in a cold voice: "I'm telling you for the last time, I'm going to see Bai Chengming now. Please tell me!"

The disciples of the White Dragon Academy guarding the mountain gate are a little fat, and their cultivation level is only at the Fusion Spirit Realm, but they have stopped Tang San here three times, and Tang San is not allowed to set foot on Bailong Mountain at all!

The disciple guarding the mountain gate shook his head and said seriously, "Senior Ye, I don't know who you are. You said you are Tang San from Yanyu Pavilion, but you can't provide any evidence. I'm sorry, I can't let you go up!"

Gengjin White Tiger folded his hands in front of his chest with a smile on his face, turned around and said with a smile: "Tang San, don't you seem to be very good at getting around now? How can such an ant block your way?"

"Ah."

Tang San suddenly chuckled and murmured to himself: "I originally promised him not to kill your White Dragon Academy disciples casually, but you don't seem to cherish it very much."

As he finished speaking, a ray of cold light suddenly flashed through Tang San's dark eyes, as deep as the starry sky. He turned to look at the Geng Jin White Tiger and said in a cold voice: "Now, is it your turn to take action?"

"Huh?" Gengjin Baihu was slightly startled, obviously not expecting why the matter would suddenly involve him.

Looking at Gengjin White Tiger's puzzled expression, Tang San raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who said you won't eat and drink here for free and can be driven by me?"

"Okay, it's me, how far should I go?" Geng Jin White Tiger asked back with an ashen look.

He roughly guessed Tang San's character, and understood that what he said would sooner or later have to pay a price, but he didn't expect that the price would come so quickly!

Tang San stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the demon sword that was restlessly resting at his waist, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, I will keep walking towards White Dragon Academy, and anyone who stands in the way will be killed without mercy!"

"Okay~!" Gengjin Baihu responded with a smile on his face, his burly body slightly arched.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, the Gengjin White Tiger revealed its true form - it was a giant white tiger with snow-white hair and no trace of color on its body!

After the white tiger appeared, there was no hesitation at all. Four strong tiger claws scratched the ground, and then turned into a white stream of light and shot forward!

A look of panic flashed across the face of the mountain guarding disciple who had previously blocked Tang San. Before he could react, he was knocked into a puddle of flesh by the Geng Jin White Tiger, which covered the deep stone steps!

"tread!"

Tang San stepped on the mottled blood and growled coldly: "As long as I don't stop myself, everyone who stands in front of me will be killed without mercy!"

At this point, Tang San glanced at Geng Jin White Tiger who was licking his paw, and added: "If you can't even do this little thing well, where did you come from, just go back to where you came from!"

……

On Bailong Mountain, Bailong Academy.

A group of practitioners wearing white dragon-embroidered robes sat together, arguing from time to time, as if they were discussing something important.

At this moment, a disheveled disciple suddenly opened the wooden door that had just been stained with red paint, and roared: "There is a man at the bottom of the mountain who calls himself Tang San, and he is coming up with a tiger demon!"

"what!"

The person sitting on the main seat was an elegant middle-aged man. However, after hearing the disciple's report, this man became angry and had no Confucian style at all!

The name Tang San is familiar to everyone here. Each of them is a practitioner who followed Bai Long to the northern battlefield, so they naturally know whose hands Bai Long died.

They were sitting here just to discuss how to deal with Tang San who suddenly disappeared for some reason. They couldn't really give up the White Dragon Academy, right?

However, they didn't expect that Tang San would come to the door so quickly, and several of the practitioners had expressions of regret on their faces.

Originally, they thought that Tang San was delayed by other important matters and would not be able to come to Bailong Academy in a short time, so they directly controlled Bai Chengming!

In this current situation, looking at the entire White Dragon Academy, who can stop Tang San's move?

"call--"

The middle-aged man who had jumped up from the crime waved his hand and said in a cold voice: "Let's go there together. I want to see how powerful Tang San, who is said to have killed Dean Bailong, really is!"

A group of monks from White Dragon Academy who were undecided agreed in unison, but everyone had a different idea in mind, but they didn't know how to start.

A group of middle-aged monks bustled out of the hall, but no one noticed that a strange-looking monk quietly left the group.

The hair and eyebrows of ordinary people slowly turn white over time, but this cultivator looks like he is only in his early twenties.

A head of long hair like black jade is tied back with a white tassel, but this practitioner's eyebrows are connected together, and the whole body is silvery white!

If there were monks from Southern Xinjiang here, they would definitely be able to recognize this person's identity at a glance - Silver Eyebrow of Black Prison. Like the Forty-Seven that Tang San knew, he was ranked third on the Shura list of Black Prison, but his ranking was slightly lower. Just a few!

Why did the monks from the Black Prison get mixed up with the White Dragon Academy team?

Moreover, no one in Bailong Academy seemed to feel anything was wrong?

As Tang San stopped, Gengjin White Tiger also lay down next to Ye Chen, saying in a deep voice: "This sect's strength is indeed not that great, but this Shimen has a great background!"

Tang San glanced slightly sideways and frowned: "Do you know this stone gate? Could it be that this thing also comes from the prehistoric world?"

Gengjin Baihu frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, but the formation on this stone gate is indeed the work of that guy."

Tang San nodded lightly and stopped talking. Since Gengjin White Tiger was unsure, there was no need to continue this topic, otherwise it would mislead his train of thought.

"Boom--"

The huge stone door slowly opened, and dozens of monks wearing white dragon-embroidered robes appeared in sight. Before Tang San could speak, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat Confucian appeared out of the crowd. .

Raising his brows slightly, Tang San chuckled and said, "Oh? This fellow Taoist from White Dragon Academy seems to have something to say?"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar snorted coldly and said in a cold voice: "Tang San, you have repeatedly provoked me at White Dragon Academy. Do you really think that all the monks at White Dragon Academy are just made of clay?"

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar finished speaking, Tang San's well-jointed right hand had quickly reached out. The power of chaos swayed slightly on the palm of his right hand, and the palm of his right hand surged instantly!