Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

Bashu has been known as the land of abundance since ancient times, and among the many martial arts sects, the Tang sect is the most prestigious.

At this time, in front of the Sutra Pavilion, the most important place in the Tang Sect, a handsome young man was sitting at the door with a speechless expression; his chin was propped up with both hands, looking bored.

His name was Zhao Fan, a purebred Han from Blue Star Daxia who died suddenly in the dormitory inexplicably.

When he became conscious, he had transformed into a baby.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fan couldn't help but sigh.

What kind of evil has this done? Why do you have to let yourself and Tang San's stupid "childhood sweetheart" do it?

"Zhao Fan! Why are you in a daze again?!"

Suddenly, an angry shout sounded in his ears.

Zhao Fan quickly stood up and stood upright.

"I'm sorry, Second Elder, I promise I'll never do it again."

As he said that, he bowed ninety degrees.

In front of the table, a serious man over fifty years old stared at him expressionlessly; after a while, he turned and left.

"Zhao Fan, don't let me catch you again! If there is a next time, even if Mr. Tang Lan speaks, you have to get out of Tang Clan!"

After hearing this, Zhao Fan curled his lips and sat back in his seat.

He supported his chin with his hands again, his eyes gradually becoming dull.

In another quarter of an hour, trouble will probably come again.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later.

"Zhao Fan! Zhao Fan! Come and see, come and see!"

"What's wrong? I'm always shocked every day."

"I made a peacock feather!"

"What?! You really did it?! Come on, let me see it."

Zhao Fan immediately jumped up and turned over the table with one hand.

He grabbed the right hand of the young man in front of him and walked down the mountain.

"Zhao Fan, why don't we wait until you have a rest? You are violating the sect rules by leaving without permission."

Zhao Fan paused and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"You told me about the sect rules? If you want to say who has violated the sect rules the most, it has to be you Tang San, right? Let's go. Anyway, there are still elders guarding the Scripture Pavilion. It doesn't matter whether I am or not."

Tang San hesitated for a moment, but under Zhao Fan's push, he still walked down the mountain.

The mountain where the Tang Sect is located is very high, even in the land of Bashu with mountains and forests, it is considered a high mountain.

The top of the mountain where Tang Sect is located is even called ghost-seeing sorrow by people in the world.

However, the location of Tangmen was halfway up the mountain. With the help of the ghost shadow, it didn't take much time for the two of them to go down the mountain.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Fan pulled Tang San to a place in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

There are no Tangmen disciples patrolling here, and the field of view is narrow enough, which is just right.

"Tang San, quickly take out the peacock feather and have a look. I didn't expect that I actually asked you to make it."

Tang San was also very excited. He glanced around, shook his right hand, and took out a hidden weapon that looked like a peacock feather.

He gently stroked the peacock feathers, his eyes full of affection, as if he was looking at his beloved wife.

Zhao Fan didn't take the initiative. Over the years, Tang San's obsession with hidden weapons often made him sigh.

It's not unreasonable for this kid not to have any luck with women.

Unlike him, he is deeply loved by all the senior and junior sisters in the Tang Sect.

"Zhao Fan, take a look."

"Pay attention, be gentle."

Tang San carefully handed the peacock feather forward, not forgetting to give a warning.

"I know, I know. Although I don't like hidden weapons, I am still a disciple of the Tang Sect, so I won't be without this skill."

Zhao Fan took the peacock feather and gently touched the edge of the feather with his index finger.

In an instant, a cut was made on the index finger.

Peacock Ling is ranked third in the Tang Sect's hidden weapon rankings. Among hidden weapons, it has the highest manufacturing requirements and the most difficult craftsmanship.

"Zhao Fan, are you okay?"

Seeing that Zhao Fan was injured, Tang San quickly asked with concern.

Zhao Fan shook his head slightly, his expression as usual.

"It's okay, by the way Tang San, you didn't poison it, right?"

He suddenly thought of a question and raised his head to look at Tang San.

You know, Tang San, despite his honest appearance, has a dirty heart; poisoning in a hidden weapon is just a matter of trivial matters.

"No, I haven't had time to get off yet."

Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, he froze instantly, his eyes filled with horror.

Come again? ! Oh my God! !

【Daily tasks! ! ! As Tang San's good friend, it's time to leave an unforgettable memory for your friendship. 】

[Licking the peacock feathers while making a look of enjoyment. 】

[Limited to one minute, mission reward, Xuantian Kung is improved by one level; mission fails, death! ! ! 】

Opposite him, Tang San saw Zhao Fan suddenly showing such an expression, and he suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"Zhao Fan, are you okay? Now that you have finished admiring it, can you return the peacock feather to me?"

Zhao Fan came to his senses, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Looking at the "innocent and kind" Tang San in front of him, he tried his best to force out a bright smile.

"Tang San, tell me, are we good brothers who grew up?"

Tang San was a little confused, but still nodded.

"Correct."

Zhao Fan's smile became brighter and his mouth opened wider.

"Then if your good brother does something that hurts you because of an unspeakable reason, can you choose to forgive me tolerantly?"

Tang San was even more confused.

"Zhao Fan, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Tang San, answer my question first."

"Well, if it's really out of necessity, I will forgive you."

Zhao Fan lowered his head and exhaled.

"I can rest assured that."

next moment.

"Hiss Liu~ Hiss Liu~..."

Tang San's world had never been as quiet and dead as it was now. He watched his best friend of more than ten years sticking out his wet tongue and ravaging his beloved peacock feathers; there was actually an expression of enjoyment on his face.

At this moment, he was ready to kill Zhao Fan.

"Zhao Fan!!!"

"Tang San, I'll give you back your peacock feather; you promised to forgive me."

"Zhao Fan! Stop! Let me kill you! I will forgive you if I kill you!"

"Why are you lying? If you don't want me, I won't. Wait until you catch up with me."

At the foot of the mountain, a dozen shadows flashed among the trees. At the front, Zhao Fan ran as fast as lightning.

At the same time, he also dodged all the hidden weapons behind Tang San.

Although he was not very good with hidden weapons, he was better than Tang San in practicing the other five secret arts of Tang Sect.

Soon, the two of them ran to the area patrolled by Tang Sect disciples.

On a rock, two outer disciples glanced at Zhao Fan and Tang San, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised.

"It started again. I thought it would never happen again."

"Indeed, if I don't see the two of them like this for a day, I always feel that life is incomplete."

The two stared closely at the foot of the mountain until Tang San's figure completely disappeared.

"Let's go, we still have to patrol."

"I know, I know, it's true. Day by day, you know that we, the outer disciples, are being asked to work. We also need to practice well, okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you still want to be punished by the second elder?"