(Extra) Revealing the Face of Tang San's Time Traveler

But Wukong did not choose to kill Tang Hao right away. He could easily kill Tang Hao as soon as he appeared.

There is still some use for keeping him until now.

"Xiao San..." Yu Xiaogang knelt on the ground helplessly, and was suppressed by the pressure, but he still did not forget Tang San.

Wukong rolled his eyes. This guy is really everywhere. He directly increased the strength to suppress Yu Xiaogang.

To avoid some barking later.

Wukong grinned and said with interest: "You should be very curious about why I came down to earth to kill him?"

All the people who were still conscious at the scene pricked up their ears at the same time. They also wanted to know what Tang San had done.

Tang San trembled all over. It seemed that the man in front of him knew his details.

But how could he deal with it?

The other party is a god!

"I can only wait for a while to find an opportunity to kill him with the Yama's Note!" Tang San was calculating in his mind. Although his hand was disabled now, it would not be difficult to pull out the Twenty-Four Bridges and launch the Yama's Note on the Moonlit Night.

"Why!"

"What did my son do wrong?" Tang Hao was lying on the ground like a dead dog, speaking incoherently.

Wukong pouted and said, "Do you really think that this young man in front of you is your biological son?"

Wukong's unusual words aroused the doubts and curiosity of the people in the audience, and they all cast their eyes on Tang San.

"What does he mean by this?" Bibi Dong murmured in her heart.

God's words will naturally not lie. Is there really something different about Tang San in front of him?

"Uncle Jian, what does he mean by this?"

"Is there anything different about Tang San?" Ning Fengzhi was very depressed, as if there was nothing fatal except for his talent.

"I don't know, but since it can attract the attention of such a hundred-level god!"

"It also aroused the other party's murderous intention, it is definitely not an ordinary thing." Jian Douluo quietly glanced at Tang San and looked at him carefully.

Is there no difference from a normal child?

"Third brother?"

Xiao Wu also unconsciously looked at Tang San beside her at this time. How could there be any problem with the third brother!

Just when Wukong was about to say the next sentence, Tang San, who was supported by Xiao Wu, jumped up!

Once his details were exposed, it would definitely cause countless unnecessary troubles!

And he was very confident in the King of Hell's Post, believing that no one in the world could defeat the god of death, the King of Hell.

"You dare to hurt my father!"

"Go to hell!"

Tang San roared, enduring the severe pain in his hand, and pulled out the King of Hell's Post from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moon Night.

A steel needle as long as a chopstick, with wisps of black smoke on it, shot towards Wukong's eyebrows without hesitation.

Tang San grinned with an unusually confident smile at the corner of his mouth at this moment. He didn't expect that the god's perception was so poor.

Little did he know that this was intentional by Wukong.

"Ant~" Wukong snorted without any emotion.

The moment the Yama Post approached Wukong, it turned into ashes, as if it had never existed.

Tang San opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene, his expression extremely horrified, the top hidden weapons in Xuantian Baolu were actually ineffective against him!

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now, aren't you playing a game of time travel?"

"Aren't you forcibly changing the history of another place!"

"I'll let you taste the consequences of forcibly changing history now!" Wukong teleported to Tang San's side.

He patted his shoulder gently, but this made Tang San extremely painful.

He screamed out in pain: "Ahhh!"

Even for ordinary Saiyans, that power is beyond the reach of all soul masters in Douluo Continent.

Not to mention that Tang San's hand is now half broken.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu felt extremely heartbroken when she saw Tang San in such pain.

His eyes were fierce and glowing red, and he wanted to tear Wukong to pieces.

"Look at you..." Wukong smiled contemptuously.

Anyway, this little rabbit can't run away in a while, so he should finish his own business first and deal with her later.

Then he walked towards Tang Hao with a brisk pace, squatted down and said: "You and Lan Yinhuang's real son died when you were chased by Qianxunji..."

"What!" Tang Hao was surprised and he now knew the identity of the person in front of him.

But he didn't want to believe this answer, and everyone around him was the same, waiting for Wukong to tell the new big news.

Now, the people in Shrek Academy were more shocked than each other.

Oscar silently held Ning Rongrong's little hand, ready to accept the final judgment.

This is not understandable, and they are not judging you, what are you afraid of?

Wukong felt the curious eyes cast by the people around him, and the ashen-faced Tang San over there, and thought that his plan was half successful.

"Don't you feel strange?" Wukongchi smiled and spread his hands to the people around him.

"Every one of the hidden weapons he made from childhood to adulthood is extremely precise. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect must have studied the parts of Tang San's hidden weapons in private." Wukong looked at Ning Fengzhi lying on the ground and said in a gloomy tone.

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. It seemed that this was really the case. Jian Douluo moved his body and tried his best to block Ning Fengzhi.

He looked like he was ready to die.

"Tang San has never been taught these things since he was a child, and he has never even touched them."

"Tang Hao may know this best." Wukong kicked Tang Hao below with his foot.

"Here comes the question. He has never touched these things. How can he make such sophisticated things?"

"Even the famous craftsmen of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect can't see it. Do you think that their decades of experience are not as good as a little kid's tinkering for a while?"

"How is it possible?" Wukong shook his head, indicating that such things are not trustworthy at all.

Everyone thought about it carefully. This does make some sense. Tang San grew up in the countryside.

Even a big city like Tiandou Imperial City has not figured out this thing. How can a small village that has never touched these things be possible?

At this time, some people's aristocratic psychology began to play tricks, which undoubtedly also pushed Wukong.

"And he knows so much about poison. Even Dugu Bo, who is known as the Poison Douluo here, can't get rid of a poison in his body."

"But it was easily removed by Tang San, and when he went to your Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire."

"He called out the names of all the immortal herbs there very familiarly. How do you explain this?" Wukong looked at Xiao Wu at this time.

"Tang San has been in the countryside since he was a child. There is no such inheritance in the countryside, otherwise the village would have been famous long ago."

"He went to Notting College. How could a low-level college record such things?"

"If there really is, why doesn't Dugu Bo, who is known as the Titled Douluo for poison, recognize all the herbs there?"

"Then a few years ago, Tang San shared everything with Xiao Wu. If he really got a book about this kind of thing, why didn't he share it with Xiao Wu?"

"Did he tell you? I think you know it best, little rabbit?" Wukong reached out and touched Xiao Wu's head, but his face was still so cold.

"And the weird steps and eyes he usually uses, if the steps are figured out by himself, it's understandable."

"And his hidden weapon skills, it takes decades to practice, I'm curious, why haven't you found any clues yet?"

"And his eyes..."

"I believe you should have asked him where these things you know came from." Wukong said.

"But he must have given a unified reply, that he got some mysterious inheritance." Wukong wanted to laugh when he said this, which god in Douluo would do these things?

"Everyone present, without exception, is a well-known figure in this land, and some are just ordinary geniuses."

"But I want to ask you big guys, you have been in this high position for a long time, and you must have read a lot of books."

"Have you seen which sect and which strong man in the history of Douluo Continent use these things?"

When Wukong said this, everyone suddenly opened their eyes and quickly recalled the books they had read.

"Uncle Jian, you have seen a lot. Is there such a legacy on this continent?" Ning Fengzhi asked in confusion.

Jian Douluo made a bitter face and replied, "I have never heard of it..."

Wukong touched his mouth and seemed to have a dry cough.

"I am a god in heaven, and no god in the God Realm uses such things!"

"And as far as I know, the hidden weapons and skills he used all exist in a low-level martial arts world!"

"And him!" Wukong raised his voice at this time and pointed directly at Tang San.

"It is that low-level martial arts world, a disciple of a second-rate sect Tang Sect, Tang San!"