Douluo's strongest Mingzun

Chapter 35 Tang San

Douluo calendar 2637 years.

Haotian Sect.

It was just dawn, and a faint white fish belly rose from the east in the distance.

On a small hill that is only more than a hundred meters high, there is already a thin figure.

It was a child who was only five or six years old, with healthy wheat-colored skin, short black hair, and clean and plain clothes.

As the fish-belly whiteness in the east was covered by the rising sun, the boy slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time exhaled a long mouthful of the stale air in his body.

A stream of white air spit out from his mouth like a horse, and then slowly dispersed.

The boy's name is Tang San, and his soul came from another world, and he came to this world with the memory of his previous life and the cheats of Tang Sect.

At this time, what he was practicing was the secret book on the Xuantian Baojian of the Tang Sect, Ziji Demon Eye.

After opening his eyes again, Tang San sighed: "My Xuantian Kungfu still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level, does it really have to be awakened to break through?"

In the martial arts training ground not far away, a group of seven or eight-year-old children were practicing martial arts. A light flashed in a child's hand, and a small black hammer appeared in his hand.

This is a magical world, everyone has their own martial soul, among them, very few people's martial soul can be cultivated, forming a profession called soul master.

And the most noble profession on the mainland is soul master.

At this time, it was halftime.

A child on the training ground couldn't help joking to the child next to him after seeing Tang San passing by.

"Look, it's that idiot again. He climbs up to watch the sunrise every day. I really don't know what to see."

"It's probably out of my mind."

Tang San could naturally hear the conversation between these children, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a mocking sound made Tang San stop his progress.

"Isn't that the son of the great sinner of our sect?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

"So what if you hear it? His father is the sinner of the entire Haotian School. If it wasn't for his father, our sect would have ended like it is now."

Tang San turned his head to look, only to see a child about ten years old mocking Tang San.

Tang San came to that child, raised his face, and said coldly: "Please take back what you just said."

The ten-year-old boy sneered: "I'm not wrong, why should I take it back!"

Tang San's eyes turned cold, his right foot directly kicked the child's left leg, his right hand directly grabbed the child's left hand, twisting upwards at a strange angle.

"what!"

The older child let out a scream and knelt down on one knee, the right hand being grabbed was in extreme pain.

"Let go, let go."

The big kid wanted to break free from Tang San's grasp, but he felt that his right hand was tightly grasped like an iron hoop, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Although the Tang Sect is famous for its hidden weapons, in fact, Tang Sect's grasping hands are also extremely powerful, but it is only covered up because the halo of the hidden weapons is too dazzling.

Controlling the crane and catching the dragon is a very domineering capture technique, in which the method of splitting the tendons and bones is extremely vicious.

What Tang San used at this time was the Separation of Muscles and Staggered Bones.

Others can insult him at will, but never insult his father.

In the previous life, Tang San was an orphan. After being adopted by the Tang Sect, in order to repay the kindness of the Tang Sect's upbringing, he would rather jump off a cliff to show his ambition.

Now let alone his biological father.

A 15-year-old boy drove the other children who were watching and walked over quickly.

"Tang San stop."

Tang San turned his head to look, only to see a strong young man coming.

This person is the strongest Tang Hu among the three generations of Haotianzong, and it is said that he has still cultivated to the third level of soul master.

Facing Tang Hu, Tang San said neither humble nor overbearing: "He insulted my father, he must apologize."

Tang Hu frowned, for Tang Hao, he had always regarded him as an idol in his heart.

"Tang Ze, apologize quickly."

Tang Ze with a distorted expression said resolutely: "I'm not wrong, his father was a major sinner in the sect, and he is also a minor sinner."

Tang San's eyes turned cold, he exerted his right hand, and said coldly: "In this case, your right hand is ready to be abolished."

Feeling the severe pain from his right hand and the scene of his left hand being scrapped in the future, Tang Ze quickly exclaimed: "No, no, I apologize, I apologize. What I said before was just a joke, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Tang San snorted coldly, then let go of his left hand, turned and left.

……

A remote courtyard.

A beautiful blue-haired woman is cooking in the kitchen. She is tall and has a soft face, exuding the tenderness of a mother.

"Mom, I'm back." Tang San quickly walked into the courtyard.

There was a smile on Ah Yin's face, and he said, "Little San, the porridge is ready, you can wash your hands and eat."

After washing his hands, Tang San picked up the lean meat porridge on the table and started to eat it.

After drinking two bowls in a row, Tang San hiccupped, turned and left.

"Mom, I'm going to the casting room for training."

Ah Yin showed a concerned look: "Be careful, don't get too tired."

Tang San's figure quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

……

The casting room in the outer courtyard.

"Dangdang-"

The heavy hammer struck on the forging platform, making violent collisions, sparks radiated, and the temperature was extremely high.

A variety of forged ironware, weapons and armor hang in the foundry room.

A burly man was holding a black sledgehammer, constantly beating a piece of black iron, his dark skin had muscles bulging, and he looked extremely strong, his forehead was covered with sweat.

After seeing Tang San coming, he said: "Little San, here we come."

Tang San nodded: "Yes, Uncle Dong."

After saying hello, Tang San quickly came to a casting station, easily holding a hammer that was one meter high and weighed a hundred catties in his hand.

Ever since he was born, Tang San discovered that he was different, born with divine power.Even at only six years old, his strength is greater than that of an adult.

Tang San's leg strength and Xuantian Kungfu exerted strength at the same time, the strength erupted from the calf, spread instantly, the waist turned, driving the back, to the shoulders, and then to the arms.

He clearly felt that his strength seemed to be stronger than ever before. From the moment when his calf erupted to when his arm swung the hammer, his body seemed to be lifted into the air by this force.

"when--"

The hammer hit the iron block accurately, making a loud noise.

Tang San's movements became faster and faster, the forging hammer hit the iron block like a boulder, and the iron block was continuously deformed under the forging hammer's strike.

Near sunset, this piece of iron finally turned into an iron essence the size of a fist.

Seeing this, Tang San was secretly happy.

The reason why he came to the casting room to learn blacksmithing was because the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect needed fine iron essence to make hidden weapons.

And the hammering technique Tang San used before was the casting technique inherited from the Clear Sky School, the Chaotic Cloaking Wind Hammer Technique.

The random cloaking wind hammer method is a casting technique of continuous knocking and casting. It can fully exert its strength by using force. It is the casting technique with the strongest ability to remove metal impurities.

Tang San couldn't help sighing in his heart, this chaotic cloak wind hammer method was just too suitable for him.

With the cooperation of this random wind hammer method, he will definitely be able to carry forward the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect in this world.

(End of this chapter)