After Wang Yanfeng guided Tang San and the others in the wind wolf transformation training, he asked them to return to their respective rooms to practice.
When it was time for dinner, Wang Yanfeng said to Wang Da, Wang Er, and Wang San: "I thought about it and decided to give you names so that you can have your own names. Are you willing?
" .." Wang Da nodded.
Wang Er blinked. "Okay."
Wang San was the tallest among the others, slightly taller than Tang San, but very thin, like a bamboo pole.
"Is this good?"
"Okay!" Wang Da glared at Wang San.
"Oh." Wang San seemed to be a little afraid of Wang Da, so he could only nod.
Wang Yanfeng said: "That's it, I've thought of names for all of you. Wang Da, from now on you will be called Wang Chao. For Wang Er, call him Wang Zhong, and for Wang San, call him Wang Xiaolei."
Wang Chao said happily: "
Good, thank you teacher, I finally have my own name."
Wang Zhong blinked and said nothing. He was also very thin, but compared to Wang Chao and Wang Xiaolei,
he seemed more restrained and not timid. Tang San only caught the hatred in Wang Zhong's eyes, not pure fear.
Wang Xiaolei frowned and said, "Who am I? Isn't it difficult to write it."
"Why do you talk so much? That's it, thank you teacher." Wang Chao glared at Wang Xiaolei, acting like a big brother. He was also the oldest.
"Tang San, let teacher give you a name too." Wang Chao said kindly.
Tang San shook his head and said, "No need, I'll just be called Tang San. It's fine."
"Alright, eat.
After dinner, everyone will go back to their respective homes to practice." The three Wang brothers still needed Wang Yanfeng's personal guidance to enter the cultivation state. Of course Tang San didn't need it.
What surprised Wang Yanfeng was that after his guidance, Ling Muxue was able to activate her bloodline and practice on her own. This was beyond his expectations.
The night was getting darker. Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.
Across the bed, Wang Zhong was still practicing very seriously, and his aura was very stable. Tang San could feel the blood in his body beating, and there was a slight fluctuation of wind elements around his body.
Tang San quietly got out of bed, his eyes became sharp. Among the five brothers, he was actually the youngest.
Wang Chao was already seventeen years old, Wang Zhong was also fourteen years old, Wang Xiaolei was twelve years old, and Ling Muxue was ten years old.
His life had finally changed, at least it was stable, and I no longer had to worry about becoming food.
What was needed was to improve strength.
In three years, he only gave himself three years. Three years later, it was time to leave here, and at the same time, it was also time to take revenge.
He looked out the window, towards Fenglang City Square, and subconsciously stiffened his head. The mother who had only been with him for a month had died at the hands of the Wind Wolf Clan. This was already doomed. There would be no room for reconciliation between him and the Monster Clan.
Tang San quietly opened the window, ducked out, then carefully closed the window. Although Wang Yanfeng's cultivation level was higher than his, he definitely wouldn't be discovered based on the secret knowledge of the Tang Sect he had brought from his previous life.
Tang San moved forward quietly, moving away from his residence step by step. He didn't go towards the square because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his emotions when he saw the skeleton under the altar. He walked along the dark corner of the wall, carefully hiding his figure.
He had visited Wind Wolf City many times before. Although he wasn't familiar with all the places, most of the terrain was still very clear.
Soon, he arrived at a larger stone house. He could see the bright lights in the stone house from a distance, and he could hear the noisy sounds inside.
From the perspective of his previous life, this was a tavern. Tang San didn't know what wine in this world looked like. This was the favorite place of the wind wolves in Wind Wolf Town.
It was already very late, but it was still very lively here. This also meant that Tang San had found the right place.
He knelt in a dark corner, silently staring at the tavern door, and waited quietly.
Perhaps because it was already very late, he didn't wait too long. Several tall figures walked out of the tavern, shoulder to shoulder.
Their voices were loud but unclear, and it was obvious that they were drunk.
The wind wolves laughed and cursed as they walked. Tang San watched them walk towards the city. At a fork in the road, the wind wolves parted ways and went home.
Tang San saw a medium-sized wind wolf and quickly followed it. He moved slowly, but the other party had drunk too much and didn't notice him at all.
The wind wolf tribe can basically tell the cultivation level based on its body shape. Generally, the smaller ones are second-rank wind wolves, and the taller ones are third-rank wind wolves. Only those who are very strong may have a higher level, but in Fenglang City, there are very few very strong Fenglangs. The only one who is taller than three meters is the Lord of Fenglang City.
The target Tang San chose was a third-rank wind wolf, a powerful wind wolf commonly found in Wind Wolf City.
Tang San followed quickly and quietly came behind the Wind Wolf, making a pulling motion with his right hand towards the leg and making the staggering Wind Wolf's leg. Xuantian's soft power was released using the Tang Sect's unique technique of controlling cranes and capturing dragons. At the feet of the wind wolf.
He staggered and almost fell forward.
But the third-rank wind wolf was very agile even when drunk, he subconsciously put his hands on the ground to get up.
What Tang San seized was this moment of opportunity. He flew up and tapped his toes lightly on the third-rank wind wolf's waist.
For animals like dogs and wolves, the waist was the most vulnerable point. The Wind Wolf was a wolf with a similar principle.
The wind wolf monster was kicked in the waist by Tang San's kick. His body suddenly went limp and he fell to the side. Just as he was about to curse, the back of his neck was pinched by Tang San's mysterious jade hand and he fell unconscious.
This series of movements was extremely fast. In just two or three seconds, the third-level wind wolf fell to the ground.
Tang San looked around and saw no movement. He immediately dragged the third-level wind wolf to a dark place and pressed his right hand on the wind wolf's chest.
After several years of training, Tang San was still very familiar with the wind element in the Wind Wolf clan's bloodline. Xuan Tiangong was injected into the opponent's body, and he immediately felt the presence of the bloodline punch element.
What surprised Tang San was that the bloodline power of the living wind wolf was much stronger than the bloodline power of the two wolves that died two years ago. After the energy of Xuan Tiangong entered his body, he swallowed this bloodline power just like that, and was imprinted with part of the wind blade energy that he had originally absorbed. The two forces immediately tended to merge. Although there was some dispersion during the fusion process, Tang San clearly felt the fluctuation of his wind blade aura became stronger. The Wind Blade brand became stronger.
This also meant that if he used Xuan Tiangong to transform the power of the Wind Wolf bloodline, he could transform it into a stronger wind blade.
What surprised Tang San the most was that with the integration of this energy, the bottleneck of the third level of the Xuantian Technique finally showed signs of loosening, and it seemed like he was about to break through to the fourth level.
Tang San observed the wind wolf carefully and memorized the appearance and characteristics of the wind wolf. Tang San did not kill the wind wolf. After he succeeded, he immediately left and returned to his residence. It was not that Tang San did not want to kill the wind wolf, no one would care if a drunkard fell asleep on the side of the road, but if a third-rank wind wolf died in the city, it would definitely cause a commotion, and now was far from the time to do that.