Wang Yanfeng guided Feng Langbian's cultivation for Tang San and five others, so he asked them to go back to their rooms to practice.

When it was dinner, Wang Yanfeng said to Wang Da, Wang Er and Wang San: "I thought about it for a while and I still want to give you a name so that you can have your own name. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing." Wang Dahan nodded silly.

Wang Er blinked, "Yes."

Wang San has the highest figure among the few people, 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 a little afraid of Wang Da, so he could only nod.

Wang Yanfeng said: "That's it, I've thought of a name for you all. Wang Da, you can call him Wang Chao from now on. Wang Er will call him Wang Zhong. If Wang San, call him Wang Xiaolei."

Wang Chao said happily: "That's great, thank you teacher, I finally have my own name."

Wang Zhong blinked and said nothing. He was also very thin, but compared with Wang Da and Wang San, he seemed a little more restrained. He was not the kind of timid. Among the three of them, when facing the sacrifice, only in Wang Zhong's eyes, Tang San had captured hatred rather than simple fear.

Wang Xiaolei frowned and said, "I have three words, isn't it difficult to write?"

"Why are you talking so much? That's it, thank you teacher." Wang Chao glared at him, looking like a big brother. He was the oldest.

"Tang San, let the teacher give you a name too." Wang Chao said kindly.

Tang San shook his head and said, "No, I'm pretty good at calling Tang San."

"Well, let's just eat."

After dinner, they went back to their house to practice. The three brothers of the Wang family still needed Wang Yanfeng to personally guide them to enter the state of stimulating bloodline cultivation. Tang San naturally didn't need it. What surprised Wang Yanfeng was that after his guidance, Ling Muxue could actually stimulate bloodlines to practice by himself. This was beyond his expectations.

The night gradually became deeper. Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

On the bed opposite, Wang Zhong was still practicing seriously, and his entire aura was very stable. Tang San could feel the blood in his body was rhythmic. There were fluctuations of wind elements around his body in a vague way.

After getting out of bed quietly, Tang San's eyes became sharper. Among the five children, he was actually the youngest.

Wang Chao is already seventeen years old, Wang Zhong is also fourteen years old, Wang Xiaolei is twelve years old, Ling Muxue is ten years old, and only he is eight years old.

Life has finally changed, at least it is stable, so there is no need to worry about becoming food again. The most important thing now is to improve your strength. In three years, he only gives himself three years. Three years later, it is the time to leave here, and at the same time, it is also the time to take revenge. Looking out the window, in the direction of Fenglang Town Square, Tang San subconsciously clenched his fists. The mother he had only met once died at the hands of the Fenglang clan, which was also destined that there was no turn between him and the monster clan.

He quietly opened the window, and Tang San flashed and walked out of the window. He then turned his hand and carefully closed the window.

Although Wang Yanfeng's cultivation is higher than him, he is confident that he will not be discovered by relying on the unique skills of the Tang sect he brought from his previous life.

Walking quietly, Tang San walked away from his residence step by step. He did not go to the direction of the square because he was afraid that if he arrived at the square, he would not be able to control his emotions when he saw the bones under the altar.

He walked forward in the dark corner beside the wall, carefully covering his figure.

He has been to Fenglang Town many times before. Although he is not familiar with all places, most of the terrain is still very clear.

Soon, he came to a larger stone house. From a distance, he could see the brightly lit stone house and the noisy sounds inside.

If we look at it from the perspective of our previous life, this is a tavern. Tang San is not sure what the wine in this world looks like. But this is the favorite place for the wind wolf in Fenglang Town.

It was already very late at this time, but it was still very lively. This also means that Tang San found the right place.

He squatted in the dark corner, silently staring at the direction of the tavern door, and quietly waiting.

Perhaps it was because it was too late and he didn't wait too long. In the tavern, several tall figures had already walked out with their arms around their backs.

Their voice was loud, but they were unclear, and they were obviously drunk.

These wolf demons were laughing and scolding while walking. Tang San watched them walk towards the town. At the fork in the road, the wolf demons separated and went home.

Tang San identified a medium-sized wolf demon and quickly followed. He was light and the other party drank too much, so he didn't notice it at all.

The Wind Wolf tribe can basically distinguish the strength of cultivation from its size. Generally, those with smaller figures are second-level wind wolfs, and those with tall figures are third-level. Only those with particularly majestic may be at a higher level, but in Fenglang Town, there are very few particularly majestic wind wolfs. Like the Wind Wolf Lord, he is the only one who is three meters tall.

The target chosen by Tang San is a third-level wind wolf, and it is also a strong wind wolf that is common in Fenglang Town.

Following quickly, Tang San came quietly behind him. His right hand made a traction move towards Feng Lang's slightly staggering footsteps. The soft Xuantian skill was released by the Tang Sect's unique skill of controlling cranes and capturing dragons. The Feng Lang staggered under his feet and was about to pounce forward.

But the third-level Fenglang is agile. Even when he is drunk, he subconsciously supports the ground with both hands and wants to jump up.

What Tang San captured was the opportunity for this moment. He ravaged his body and pointed his toes on the waist and eyes of the third-level wind wolf.

For animals like dogs and wolves, their waists are their most vulnerable places. Wind wolf is a wolf demon, but it is also similar.

The wolf demon was kicked by him and his body suddenly became soft and fell to the side. He was about to scold him, but the back of his neck was already pinched by Tang San's Xuan Yu hand, blocked his bloodline, and he fell into a coma.

This series of movements was extremely fast. In just two or three seconds, the third-level wind wolf had already fallen to the ground.

Tang San observed it four times, and there was no movement. He immediately dragged the third-level wind wolf to the dark place and pressed his right hand on his chest.

After several years of cultivation, he is still very familiar with the wind element in the bloodline of the Wind Wolf clan. As soon as the Xuantian Technique was injected into the other party's body, he immediately felt the existence of the bloodline stroke element.

What surprised Tang San was that the living Fenglang was much more powerful than the two dead Fenglangs two years ago. After the Xuantian Gong entered, he swallowed these bloodlines without hesitation and pulled them into Xuantian Gong. It was combined with the part of the wind blade energy imprint he had originally absorbed.

The two forces of the same origin immediately showed a tendency to merge. Although they dissipated during the fusion process, Tang San clearly felt that the fluctuations of his wind blade had become stronger. It was not that the wind blade itself was stronger, but that the brand belonging to the wind blade was enhanced.

This means that when he uses Xuantian Technique to transform the wind blade, he can transform into a stronger wind blade.

What surprised Tang San the most was that the Xuantian Technique, which had reached the third level bottleneck for a long time, was finally showing signs of loosening as the energy was swallowed and merged into, and it seemed that he was about to break through to the fourth level.

After carefully observing the wind wolf, remembering his appearance characteristics. Without killing him, Tang San quickly left and returned to his residence.

It’s not that I don’t want to kill this wolf demon, but no one cares if a drunken ghost falls asleep by the road, but if a third-level wolf demon dies in the town, it will undoubtedly cause a commotion. It’s far from the time.
Chapter completed!