Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

While walking on the road, Sikong Zheng and Tang San chatted.

"Tang San, will you choose to become a spirit master? Or do you want to follow your father's footsteps and become a blacksmith?"

"Soul master? I think I should pursue a soul master, and the two of us are the only two in the village with soul power. What about you?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Me? Then I must become a soul master. I will become the master of the continent and become a nightmare for all of you."

Sikong Zheng made exaggerated body movements at the right time.

"Oh, really? I wish your dreams come true, hahaha," Tang San laughed.

"Yes, yes, you will be able to see it soon," Sikong Zheng thought in his heart.

Sikong Zheng, who returned home after parting ways with Tang San on the road, quickly returned to the bedroom and checked his body.

Well, the martial soul has returned to its position, the immortal body is slowly recovering, and it is time to hunt the soul beast to obtain the soul ring. If you just survive this period of time, you can start to spend time with the soul skills.

At this time, Tang San had just returned home and opened the door curtain. He had many questions to ask his father.

"Dad, I'm back," Tang San said as he walked towards Tang Hao's bedroom.

Tang Hao opened the bedroom door curtain and walked out. His hair was still messy and he was listless.

Looking at Tang San calmly: "Has the martial spirit awakened? What kind of martial arts..."

Tang Hao was suddenly speechless, his eyes fixed on the martial spirit released in Tang San's right hand.

Tang Hao stared blankly, his body trembling, and vaguely, Tang San saw something crystal clear in his father's eyes.

After being absent-minded for a while, he gradually recovered after a long time. The light in his eyes was uncertain, and he murmured:

"Blue Silver Grass, it is indeed Blue Silver Grass, just like hers."

When Tang Hao was distracted, Tang San summoned the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand.

A silver-white mini hammer with strange patterns all over it. The hammer body is spitting out blue thunder and lightning, showing its extraordinary and power in every aspect.

"Dad, what I want to ask is why I have two martial spirits. What kind of martial spirit is this hammer?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao with eyes filled with deep doubts.

"This, this is..." Tang Hao held Tang San's left hand, his eyes radiating excitement.

"This is a twin martial spirit, you are a twin martial spirit!" Tang Hao's arms trembled slightly with excitement.

After a while, Tang Hao calmed down and regained his composure.

"That's enough, take the martial spirit back first."

Looking at Tang San who had withdrawn his martial spirit, Tang Hao felt a surge of complicated emotions.

He couldn't help but think of his wife A Yin, who was forced by Wuhun Palace to sacrifice herself for their father and son.

Every time he thought of this, Tang Hao's heart throbbed.

Tang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Son, at any time, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Do you remember?"

"And you are only allowed to practice Blue Silver Grass and add soul rings, and you are not allowed to practice the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Well, I see, Dad."

Tang Hao smiled happily after receiving the answer.

"Xiao San, do you want to become a soul master?" Tang Hao stared into Tang San's eyes.

"Well, Dad, I think I want to become a soul master."

"Well, come with me and I will teach you a technique. You should learn it seriously and don't teach it to others."

Tang San's eyes were extremely serious: "I know, I won't tell anyone else, dad."

Of course Tang San wouldn't tell anyone. The Tang Sect's special skills would never be spread easily, and the matter of the twin martial spirits was not revealed during the awakening ceremony.

I only told my closest father, my father.

Even if there were many questions, there was no need to ask them. Su Yuntao, Grandpa Jack and Sikong Zheng didn't tell them.

Because this is not someone he trusts.

.........

Time flies, time flies.Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Village Chief Jack came to pick up Sikong Zheng and Tang San.

During these three months...

Tang San didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and practiced his blacksmithing skills for three months, which was the prototype of the random cloak hammering technique, and forged a pair of sleeve arrows.

And our current protagonist Sikong Zheng has been lying dead at home for three months (of course he also exercised). Hey, what a stinking habit!

After picking up Sikong Zheng and Tang San, Village Chief Jack came to the entrance of the village.

"Originally, our Holy Soul Village only has one quota for work-study students every year. That's because the village once produced a Soul Saint, and the other three or four villages only have one quota. This year, you two little guys happened to be born, so..."

Village Chief Jack borrowed a quota from a village that did not have a soul master seedling this year. After all, most of the time, the quota was vacant, and the Holy Soul Village often lent quotas.

"The places are hard-won. Grandpa hopes you will study hard in the Soul Master Academy and cherish the opportunity to study."

Jack Cunzi smiled and touched the heads of Tang San and Sikong Zheng.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Jack, we will study hard." Tang San responded obediently.

While the three of them were joking, they arrived in front of the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

"Stop, this is not the place for you to come, go back and forth from where you came."

The two doormen squinted arrogantly.

"Oh, they all say that kid is difficult to deal with. It's true. The layout is too small. No wonder I can only look at the gate." Sikong Zheng murmured with a sneer.

"We have the certificate from Wuhun Palace, please take a look," Village Chief Jack said in a very low tone.

After all, this is Notting City, and the old village chief doesn't dare to be too high-profile.

"Oh, you say it is, but we don't believe it." The two doormen picked their ears lazily, but didn't look at it.

In fact, these two guards just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and deliberately made things difficult for them. They were complete scum.

The two guards made it clear that they were going to wear them out. The old village chief's chest heaved and he couldn't help but feel angry. He saw that they were deliberately making things difficult.

"Hey, it should be almost done, right? It's time for Yu Xiaogang to show up," Sikong Zheng looked around.

The two guards stretched out their hands, intending to push Village Chief Jack, but Tang San made a smooth backhand and knocked the two guards away.

The two fools who had been thrown into pieces immediately became furious, rolling up their sleeves and rushing towards Tang San.

"Damn it, kid, are you looking for death?"

Just as the two guards wanted to take action again.

A cold shout came, and the sound had already arrived before anyone arrived.

"Stop, who allowed you to take action?"

A straight-looking middle-aged man walked over.