Douluo starts as a holy child

School is about to start at Notting College!

Three months have passed since Tang San's martial spirit awakened. During this time, he was very busy, and Tang Hao assigned him a very heavy task.

Tang Hao didn't know much about Tang San's secret, but he knew part of it.

Under Qian Yun's malicious training, Tang San had already developed a terrifying physical body at a young age.

powerful!

Tang Hao had to admit that he was far inferior to Tang San at this age.

Tang Hao taught Tang San a set of techniques called the "Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique", and Tang San learned it very quickly.

One hundred and eight hammers!

The first time you cast it, you can swing the hammer one hundred and eight times in a row!

The control of body muscles reached a terrifying level. Tang Hao had to admit that Tang San was really excellent!

"My son has the talent to become a god! Titled Douluo, Ultimate Douluo, what do they matter? Third sister, have you seen it? This is our outstanding son, and I, Tang Hao, am proud of him!"

Tang Hao stopped drinking. He stopped drinking after the fight with Qian Yun.

That was a magical young man who could actually fight a titled Douluo to such an extent!Tang Hao was confused. He had clearly sensed that Qianyun was a Muggle without soul power. Why was he so strong?

He has been living in seclusion for six years, and the outside world has changed so much?

After that, Tang Hao went to Notting City to inquire about the situation. A lot of major events did happen in Wuhun Palace, but there was no information about Qianyun at all.

"when!"

The forging hammer struck the final blow, and an ordinary piece of pig iron was beaten into fine iron by Tang San.In the past, he had never thought that an ordinary piece of iron could be turned into a high-quality product like iron essence.His father Tang Hao told him that steel can be made into steel by a hundred refinings, but what about a thousand refinings or ten thousand refinings?It can become magical iron!

Tang San was very talented in martial arts. After training under Qian Yun for half a year, he had discovered many problems himself.He is stronger.

Although Tang San's Xuantian Kung didn't go any further, breaking through to the second level.But the power of the physical body has opened another path for him. He can now defeat the three previous selves with pure physical power!

Tang San's entire body was like a furnace.The stronger the fire, the stricter the requirements for the stove itself.Only higher-end stoves can withstand stronger flames.

The iron block in his hand is just like himself, tempered, constantly tempered!

"Dad, look, it's done."

Tang San showed Tie Jing to Tang Hao.

"Not bad! It took one-third less time than last time. The trajectory of the swing is also more concise. But there are still traces of deliberateness. To be natural is the highest state. No matter how you swing the hammer, it will be the best The trajectory should be like that!"

Tang Hao didn't teach Tang San how to practice, he just taught Tang San a state, and then let Tang San figure out how to reach that state.

"I understand, Dad. In three days, Notting College will start school. Dad, should I go?"

Tang San was a little unsure, he couldn't bear to leave his father.Although Tang Hao has stopped drinking in the past three months and is more energetic, Tang San is still worried about him.Tang San was afraid that Tang Hao wouldn't be able to take care of him alone. What if he returned to his previous sloppy appearance?He still likes Tang Hao's current appearance.

"I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that I won't be able to live alone. Don't forget, before you learned to take care of me, who was taking care of you? I was just too decadent before and too lazy to move. Not anymore , it won’t happen again in the future. You can go to school without worries! If you want to grow up, you must go out and face the wind and waves outside alone.”

Ever since Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit and the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit, Tang Hao was determined to make Tang San a strong man.The excellent talent of his twin martial arts must not be buried!

"Dad, I have never left you, I..."

Tang San naturally longed for the wonderful world outside.The strength that Qianyun showed in those six months made Tang San see a different world.Grandpa Jack's story about soul masters has also made Tang San yearn for it for a long time.

But as he said, he had never left Tang Hao, and he was still a little reluctant to leave.

Tang Hao didn't say anything else to Tang San. It was already decided, and no matter how pretentious Tang San was, he couldn't change the outcome.

Three days later, Old Jack took Tang San to report to the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City.

"Grandpa Jack, am I the only one going to report?"

Tang San was a little puzzled. None of his friends who had awakened martial spirits with him saw him, and he was a little disappointed.Although Tang San and them didn't play together, they were at least acquaintances.

"They were taken to the college yesterday by their parents. They paid tuition, which is different from your situation. You are a work-study student, and you will be on your own in the college from now on. Grandpa Jack has some change here. You can use it as food expenses!"

Old Jack handed a small money bag to Tang San.

"No, Grandpa Jack, my father has already given me living expenses. You can keep this money!"

Tang San refused to accept it. He didn't know that Qianyun left a large amount of money to Old Jack, and even if he knew, he wouldn't use it.

Tang San was a man of backbone. He could make money by relying on his own abilities and disdained charity from others.

"Good boy, take it. Grandpa doesn't have any more. Just use it as pocket money. In the future, when you become a true soul master, you must bring glory to the village!"

After chattering, Old Jack took Tang San into Notting City.

Old Jack already knew the location of Notting Academy and took Tang San there directly.

When I got to the gate, I encountered a problem. The young man guarding the concierge turned out to be a snob.

"Where did this poor beggar come from? What's a rag-and-bag guy doing here at Notting College?"

The concierge said disgustedly.

Because of the long journey, it was already afternoon when Old Jack and Tang San arrived at Notting City.At this time, there were almost no people at the gate of Notting College, and no one was watching even though it was noisy.

Naturally, the concierge became bolder. Hey, if you want to enter his door, you can't even think about it without leaving something behind!

"Little brother, we are not beggars." Old Jack was not angry at being thought of as beggars. He stepped forward to explain to the concierge with a playful smile.He also handed the certificate of the Wuhun Palace opened by Su Yuntao to the concierge.

"We are reporting from Holy Soul Village. This is the proof of Master Su Yuntao of Wuhun Palace."

When the concierge heard about the Holy Soul Village, he immediately became energetic. Yesterday, seven or eight children came to the Holy Soul Village at once, and all of them contributed a good "admission fee".He could only take a day off yesterday, and all the benefits went to Gou Shengzi. It seemed that it was his turn to make a fortune today!

"From Holy Soul Village? You should have told me earlier!"

The concierge changed his expression and showed a smile. At the same time, he stretched out a hand and rubbed his index and middle fingers with his thumb.

"Little brother, do you know our Holy Soul Village? Haha, that's great. Our Holy Soul Village is a village where Soul Saints came from, so it's called Holy Soul Village. By the way..."

It was rare for Old Jack to meet a stranger who had heard of Holy Soul Village.As soon as the conversation started, the story of the glorious village history of Holy Soul Village immediately came up.

"God, you are a holy soul? I am talking to you about this? Why don't you call me a little brother? Who do you call a little brother?"

The concierge's face turned dark. He was arguing with Old Jack just to get benefits, but listen to what the old man said to him?What kind of soul saint has something to do with a little concierge like him?It doesn’t even have anything to do with Mao!

After giving hints for a long time, my fingers hurt from rubbing them together. The old man just didn't understand. He deserved to be as poor as a beggar!