Douluo's dragon fist

Notting Spirit Hall, inside the testing hall.

The hall was once again filled with golden light.

"This...this is impossible!"

Su Yuntao's eyes stared like copper bells, full of suspicion.

A six-year-old child whose soul power has surpassed his own? !

After all, Machino is over eighty years old, and he has seen a lot, so he is still calm.

Although his face was calm, his heart was extremely shocked.

Five years ago, something happened that shocked the entire Douluo Continent.

The same six-year-old child was tested to have an innate soul power of level !

The child is still a girl.

The martial soul she possesses is a legendary super martial soul, the top martial soul in the whole Douluo Continent whose quality is closest to that of a god.

Seraphim.

This girl is Qian Renxue, the child of former Wuhundian Pope Chihiro Ji and current Pope Bibidong.

With such a unique talent, he can truly be called a genius among geniuses and a monster among monsters.

Now, here is a soul power that has reached level .

He Qi actually didn't want to either.

Because in the battle with Xiao Chenyu, he did have a faint feeling of breaking through the bottleneck, so he wanted to come to the Hall of Spirits to test his own soul power.

Unexpectedly, this test frightened the two of them.

In fact, it wasn't just the two of them. What they didn't know was that there was a girl standing outside the hall.

It is also to test the soul power.

Because she is a student in the sixth grade, she is already familiar with the rules here, and found the testing hall with ease.

When testing He Qi just now, she saw it all.

In the hall, He Qi said: "Teachers, we still have urgent matters in the academy, so we should go back first."

"Ok?"

Hearing what he said, Machino and Su Yuntao seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Not wanting to cause more trouble, He Qi turned around and left.

When he arrived at the door, the girl looked at him with a mysterious smile.

He Qi paused, and suddenly turned his head.

This is a familiar face.

It was the daughter of the Qian family, Qian Yulu.

Seeing her, He Qi frowned.

She stepped forward on jade steps.

With a charming smile on his face, he said: "I saw it just now. The soul power of level is really amazing. He is indeed the person our Qian family likes."

He Qi took the initiative to distance himself from her: "What exactly do you want?"

Qian Yulu's face remained unchanged: "What? Have you seen my temper? People who are valued by our Qian family shouldn't be like this."

He Qi: "I understand. I will go to your Qian family within three months."

Hearing this, Qian Yulu smiled even more, then walked to He Qi's side, and whispered in his ear: "I will be very happy if you come, I will wait for you."

After Zhu Zhuqing saw it clearly, jealousy arose in his chest.

And He Qi didn't seem to want to say another word, so he turned and left.

Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San followed.

The three returned to Notting College.

When they were approaching the academy, the three of them heard the sound of gold and iron colliding.

This was a sound that Tang San was very familiar with.

On the top wall of a house more than ten feet high, there is a hammer symbol.

This is a blacksmith shop.

Tang San could not help but stop.

This blacksmith's shop is much bigger than Tang San's in Holy Soul Village.

Tang San couldn't help but think of what he said to his father.

He wants to find a job in a blacksmith shop to earn some living expenses.

It may be because Tang San's other martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, so he had an indissoluble bond with the profession of blacksmith since he was a child.

Tang San seemed to step forward somewhat involuntarily.

"Third brother, you..." Zhu Zhuqing didn't know what he wanted to do.

He Qi didn't say anything and followed him.

Entering the blacksmith shop, there is a rush of heat.

Forging steel requires high temperature melting.

In the blacksmith shop, a variety of iron weapons are displayed on both sides.

A long-lost sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.

Because He Qi and the others didn't travel to this world, they still don't know some of Tang San's secrets.

Tang San was not originally from this world.

In another world, he was born into a clan that used hidden weapons, named Tang Clan.

Therefore, making iron tools is his essential craft.

"Children, this is not the place for you. You need to go out and play!"

A rough man with a beard spoke in a heavy voice.

This rough guy is not the only one, here are all blacksmiths who are big and three rough, sweating profusely in front of the furnace.

"Hello, uncles, I want to work here, can I?"

Tang San said to everyone very politely.

Some of the blacksmiths couldn't help but laugh.

Such a young child can't even pick up a hammer, so he still wants to forge iron?

Another burly blacksmith smiled and said, "Son, that uncle was right. It's really not something to play with. It's noon soon. Hurry up and go home for dinner!"

"Uncle, we are students of Nuoding students. My father is a blacksmith in the village. I want to help here, can I?" Tang San looked sincere, and he didn't mean to play at all.

When he heard that he was a student, the strong man pondered for a moment: "Okay, my name is Biao Tou, and I am the boss here. If you really want to come, how about you come here to keep accounts for me and help me?"

Tang San: "No, Uncle Biao, I want to forge iron with you."

When Tang San said this, the blacksmiths all laughed.

"Son, don't make a fuss. Blacksmithing looks like fun, but it's physical work. It's not something you, a child, can handle."

Although Biao Tou looks tall and powerful, he has a gentle personality and a kind heart.

Tang San still insisted: "Uncle Biao, if you don't believe me, just let me try."

A blacksmith next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Biao, I don't know which kid came here to play a prank. Hey, kid, we don't have so much time to play with you, go home quickly!"

"Mu Duner, what are you doing, let the child try it. Come on, child, if you can hold this hammer, I will let you strike iron with us."

The hammer was as black as a crow, about two feet long, and weighed at least forty catties.

Tang San stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the hammer with both hands.

He picked it up with both arms.

"Good boy, something!"

As soon as the hammer was picked up, Biaotou couldn't help but praise it.

"drink!"

Then, Tang San let out a soft drink, exerted force on his limbs, rotated his body degrees, and accurately hit the piece of pig iron with the heavy hammer.

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the uncles in the blacksmith shop were stunned.

Iron collided with iron, the hammer bounced back, Tang San followed inertia, and hit it with another hammer.

In this way, back and forth, Tang San continuously hit the piece of pig iron dozens of times.

The sound of "jingle" echoed continuously in the blacksmith shop like a symphony.

Very rhythmic.

This action is smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness.

This is exactly Tang San's ultimate move, the Random Cloaking Wind Hammer Technique.

After seeing this, the blacksmiths were shocked.

Biaotou was very satisfied with his performance: "Not bad, not bad, you have been hired, ten copper soul coins every day."

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

"Well, can I try?"

At this time He Qi stood up and said...

"Dragon Fist Douluo"