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Because Old Jack left first, he did not see this earth-shattering scene. An Qing's surroundings actually caused some strange phenomena because of his abilities.

From the perspectives of Tang Hao and Tang San, even though An Qing stood motionless, for some reason, in their eyes, an old man appeared behind him and was performing this obscure boxing technique.

Tang Hao couldn't help being shocked when he saw this boxing technique.

His tiger eyes widened greatly, and his pupils trembled violently.

He actually felt many mysteries from this set of boxing techniques that came from the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!

Anqing's martial arts foundation is so terrifying that no martial arts in the world can stump him.

Tang San took a deep breath when he saw this scene. He felt that even his own Buddha's Fury Tang Lian couldn't possibly compete with a warrior like An Qing.

Return to the mind.

An Qing looked at Tang Hao and his son quite calmly and continued to move. Since he was too short, An Qing pushed Tang Hao's thigh and said.

"Give way."

Tang Hao seemed to be used to An Qing's attitude, and he looked at An Qing's small body with great excitement.

He had heard from his wife that she always said that soul beasts can become gods directly after reaching the million-year level. If this standard is applied to An Qing, I am afraid that An Qing can definitely be crowned as a "god"!

An Qing ignored the two people's different looks, and came to the place where Tang Hao was standing just now with a cool and cute look.

Tang Hao handed the hammer to An Qing, but An Qing did not take it. What he wanted to show was not his hammering skills but his boxing skills.

The epiphany just now turned into An Qing's original skills. As long as An Qing had a slight thought, he could use the boxing technique just now.

only.........

Anqing didn't move at all.

Tang San and Tang Hao were both dumbfounded. They had no idea why An Qing was standing like this, and just standing.

When Tang San saw An Qing standing there stupidly without moving, he suddenly understood something.

‘Is it possible that there are a lot of things that need to be taken into account in this set of moves, senior? If this is the case, the preparation process is very important! ’

Compared to Tang San's self-explanation, Tang Hao seemed quite direct. He folded his arms and yelled at An Qing angrily.

"Boy? What on earth are you going to do? I don't have much time!"

Only then was An Qing willing to speak. He raised his hands high, but even with his raised hands he could barely reach the edge of the blacksmith's bench.

"I'm not tall enough..."

An Qing's extremely childish voice reached Tang San's ears, and Tang San realized that An Qing was a little shorter than him. In Tang San's heart, An Qing's image of a worldly master was also because of his behavior, which directly caused Qing Qing to suffer. Broken!

Imagine that a refined old man with gray hair raised his hands and shouted a soft and waxy sound.

[I'm not tall enough~]

Tang San:? !

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Tang San couldn't help but cough, looking like he was about to choke to death from this scene.

Tang Hao glanced at his son strangely.

"Mistress, are you sick?"

Tang San also waved his hands and coughed for a while before stopping, but the ugly look on his face could not be removed no matter what.

Tang Hao also silently decided to wait until he returned to Anqing to see if Tang San was really sick. If he was sick, he should be treated as soon as possible.

Of course Tang San didn't know Tang Hao's outrageous thoughts. He just felt that his world view had been refreshed today.

Tang Hao is no longer the useless person he used to be, and An Qing...forget it, his idol image has collapsed.

Having no other choice, Tang San moved a small stool for An Qing. An Qing stepped on the small stool and could barely see the pig iron that had been knocked into two halves on the table.

Thanks to the stool Tang San brought over, An Qing was able to use the boxing skills imprinted in his mind.

Tang San stared closely at An Qing's movements, he wanted to see what An Qing would do!

An Qing's originally peaceful and cute eyes slowly changed, almost in an instant, into a look that kept strangers away.

That is, the moment the eyes change.

when!

There was a sound of iron knocking.

Tang San looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. An Qing's speed was so fast that Tang San couldn't even see how he took action!

Tang San couldn't see clearly, but Tang Hao could see clearly, but even if he could see An Qing's movements clearly, it was hard to imagine how he did them!

The first punch hit the iron block like lightning. An Qing was not a fist-puncher, and he was not in actual combat. It would be easy to hurt his own bones with his fists.

So An Qing quickly hit the pig iron with the heel of his palm, and an oval-shaped hole immediately appeared on the pig iron!

This is a blow that is comparable to a hammer blow. If this blow were to hit any villager in the Holy Soul Village, even the hardest bones would be broken by An Qing!

Of course, one palm strike is not the end. With the help of the rebound force of the pig iron, An Qing's hands that were struck at the same time returned to their original positions.

then.

when! !

An even more powerful blow hit the pig iron!

One palm is stronger than the other!

But Tang Hao knew very well that if An Qing continued to increase his power like this, he would never be able to move again after reaching a certain level.

This is indeed the case. The increasing rebound force makes it harder and harder for Anqing to release his force. In just one minute, Anqing has already fired fifty-six palms!

And the piece of pig iron full of impurities was reduced to nothing under this terrifying blow. The iron piece that was originally the size of a book shrank to only the size of a thumb!

Boom!

After An Qing hit the pig iron for the last time, the internal energy in his body instantly returned to zero.

Tang Hao laughed three times. It was interesting. It was so interesting. A child under six years old could achieve such monster-like results.

Tang San was even more stimulated by An Qing, and he couldn't accept this result in his heart.

He couldn't even understand the hammer technique, but An Qing had already converted it into a boxing technique.

Finished, call it a day.

An Qing's eyes gradually returned to their dull look, and his hands were dyed black by the coal on the pig iron.

Hey.

He jumped off the chair and waved to the two father and son in the blacksmith shop, saying a rare goodbye.

"come back next time."

After saying this, An Qing left the blacksmith shop without stopping.

Tang San was left with only an elusive figure.

......

......

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the martial soul to awaken.

A group of extremely noisy children appeared in the Holy Soul Village, and An Qing stood at the front of the group of boys and girls with an expressionless face. Tang San stood at the back with his right eye red and swollen and his mouth bruised.

Don't ask why Tang San was beaten like this.

If you ask, you don't talk about martial ethics.

Old Jack started negotiating with the soul masters of Wuhun Hall.