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"Mutated martial soul, twin martial soul Ah Yin, did you see that this is our child?"

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms and hugged Tang San and Tang Chen tightly into his arms.

"This old man"

Feeling Tang Hao's broad and warm embrace, Tang Chen couldn't help but fall silent.Since he could remember, this was the first time Tang Hao hugged them like this, and the first time he showed his emotions like this.

Perhaps after his mother's death, the old man's vitality was cut off, and the former Haotian Douluo became a rotten drunkard.However, his once sharp fighting spirit seemed to be awakening after learning about the martial spirits of the two Tang Chen brothers.

When Tang Chen lowered his eyes and was silent, Tang San beside him felt that the small hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, even though Tang San liked the warmth brought by this kind of father's love. , but he didn’t want the hammer to fall off and hit his father.

"Father, I can't hold on anymore." Tang San couldn't help but said.

Tang Hao let go of his arms, "Take it back."

The black light dissipated and the weight disappeared. Tang San was very surprised. It was obviously a hammer formed by a special force mixed with his Xuantian Kung, but why couldn't he lift it? What surprised him even more was that he had summoned the hammer. After the little hammer, my internal strength was exhausted.

The expression on Tang Hao's face was full of emotions. At least the Tang Chen brothers had never seen such a wonderful expression on his face.After a long time, Tang Hao slowly said something: "Xiao San, you have to remember that in the future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever."

Tang San nodded without knowing why.

"Xiaochen, I know you have always looked down on me as a father, but you must remember that no matter what, you must protect yourself and your brother."

This was the first time that Tang Hao spoke to Tang Chen in such a solemn tone. It was also rare. Tang Chen did not refute, but tilted his head and said: "I know, I know, the old man is just long-winded."

Tang Hao's mouth moved slightly, and then he returned to the inner room again.

During lunch, Tang Hao seemed very silent, and even his appetite seemed to be much less than before. His eyes fell on Tang Chen and Tang San from time to time, as if he was hesitating about something.

After lunch, Tang Chen was about to clear away the dishes, and when Tang San was about to continue forging iron, he was stopped by Tang Hao.

"Let's do it later. Xiaochen, Xiaosan, I ask you, do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Hao. He was unwilling to deceive his father. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.Tang Chen's eyes moved. He heard something from Tang Hao's words and nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looking a bit older, "You will still have to choose this path after all." He just said this again and went back to his room.

Tang San discovered that when Tang Hao sighed, there was disappointment in his emotions but more of a gratified expression.He understood that there seemed to be many things hidden in his father's heart.

While Tang Chen was washing the dishes, Tang San walked to the forging table again and continued his work.When he discovered that such a job could also train his Xuantian Kung Fu, his purpose in blacksmithing was not just to make hidden weapons, but training was also included in his plan.

When the beating in the afternoon reached more than 300 times, and it felt like some impurities had been removed from the piece of pig iron, the door curtain was lifted and Tang Hao walked in.He didn't seem to be making farm tools this afternoon, at least Tang San didn't hear the familiar banging sound.

Tang Hao rarely observed Tang San's work, so the hammer in Tang San's hand stopped unconsciously.

Tang Hao made a gesture for him to continue, then walked to the side and stood still without opening his mouth, just looking at him.

With Tang Hao watching by his side, Tang San couldn't help but work harder. Now he was no different from those children who wanted to behave in front of their parents.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, the sound of knocking continued. Tang San's young body was not proportional to the hammer in his hand, but every time he swung the hammer, it was like a tiger's wind.

If you want to become a powerful soul master, it is far from enough to rely solely on qualifications. You must also have strong self-control and the patience to practice continuously for decades.Tang San's work during this period of time all showed that he was a perfect soul master.Tang Hao sighed in his heart, maybe Old Jack was right, and his decadent self was really holding the children back.

Looking at the sweaty Tang San, Tang Hao finally made up his mind.

"Stop." Tang Hao said.

Tang San put down the hammer in his hand, gasped slightly, and quietly urged the Xuantian Kung in his body to adjust his breath, in order to restore his physical strength.

Tang Hao walked up to Tang San, took the hammer in his hand, and looked at the red iron on the stove, "Beating like you, even a year can't make it the size of a fist."

"Then what should I do?" Tang San looked at his tall father and asked.

Tang Hao didn't answer immediately. He shouted to Tang Chen who was busy in the kitchen, "Xiao Chen, come here."

"What's the matter, old man?"

Tang Chen walked over doubtfully, with some flour still stuck to his hands.This was something he exchanged for the extra rabbits from the villagers, and was going to give the hard-working Tang San some staple food to try.

"You all have a hammer-like martial spirit, but do you know which part of your body exerts the force first when you swing a hammer?"

"It should be around a person's waist." Tang San thought for a while and replied.

Sure enough, it's coming.

Tang Chen, who had a deep memory of the plot of the original work, knew what Tang Hao was going to teach him when he heard these words.

As expected, after Tang San answered, Tang Hao continued: "Besides the brain, what is the most important organ in the human body?"

"It's the heart." Tang San answered without hesitation.Among the many hidden weapon analyzes in his mind, apart from the brain, the part that could be killed with one hit was the heart.

Tang Hao paused for a moment and then said: "Then tell me how many hearts a person has."

"One, one"

Tang San replied somewhat confused.

Tang Hao shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong. Remember, there are three hearts in a human being, not one."

Tang Hao reversed the casting hammer in his hand, and touched Tang San's two calves with the hammer handle, "here. The muscles on the two calves of a person are the second and third hearts. If a person wants to When all your strength is exerted, then it must be the result of the simultaneous operation of the three hearts. Therefore, when exerting strength, it does not start from the waist. The three hearts are the starting point."

"When the heart in your chest is beating rapidly, the mana starts from the two calves, and the power is uploaded to the thighs, through the waist, back, and arms, and finally released. This is a full blow. The heart exerts force, and the waist is the axis. .Optimistic”

The next moment, Tang Hao signaled Tang Chen and Tang San to push back a few steps, and the hammer in his hand was already straightened.He shouted low, and the calves exposed outside the ragged trousers tightened instantly. Using the calves as the starting point for exerting force, and the waist as the axis, the forging hammer in his hand was suddenly driven up, and with terrifying power, it crashed onto the forging platform. Red hot pig iron.

In just one stroke, the pig iron sank by more than a third, which was comparable to Tang San's nearly [-] days of hard work.

Can't be wrong

Tang Chen's eyes lit up slightly. This was the man who helped Tang San through danger many times in the original work. He was known as the strongest hammering method for forging metal, and was also an extremely powerful fighting skill.