Douluo: My martial spirit is an elf

For more than half a month, Tang San practiced the casting method of using force and hammering that Tang Hao taught him every day.

Although he has the ability to control cranes and capture dragons to assist with strength control, and has the purple devil eyes to determine the position of his hammer blow, this forging method is more difficult to master than he imagined.

Since it is a full blow, it is difficult to control the force itself. With the help of rebound force, it is even more difficult to control the balance of the body and hit the desired position.

Without adding one more hammer, the control required will increase a bit. The constant rotation of the body will not only make the brain feel dizzy, but at the same time, the force of each hammer will be more difficult to control.

However, during this training process, Tang San's operation and application of the Xuantian Technique, as well as the cooperation of controlling the crane and capturing the dragon, and the Xuan Jade Hand and the Purple Demon Eye, were making subtle progress.

On the first day, he could only swing two hammers without missing the position. Today, half a month later, he can already swing seven hammers continuously and hit the iron block accurately. The progress is very obvious.

At the same time, the iron block became smaller and smaller under his full strength, with results every day.

Of course, this is also closely related to the method of exerting force with the calves. With this method of exerting force, it greatly saves the consumption of Xuantian Technique, allowing Tang San to have more time to pull the bellows and Forge.

Back then, my father wielded thirty-six hammers, and it seemed like he still had some power left, but he only had seven hammers, and he didn't know when he would be able to reach his father's level.

Whenever Tang San thought of this, he became extra motivated to practice.

These days, he seemed to have forgotten about martial arts and soul rings. Even when he went to the top of the mountain to practice the Purple Demon Eyes in the early morning, he was still thinking about how to swing the hammer.

Three months passed quickly.

When Tang San could swing the hammer to continuously launch thirteen strikes, Tang Hao began to teach him how to forge the tools. Tang Hao's teaching method was very direct, that is, he did it first, and then asked Tang San to do it again. Just watch him He was just getting started, so he was allowed to practice on his own without much verbal guidance. Only in key places will I say one or two sentences.

It was precisely because of this that whenever Tang Hao gave advice, Tang San remembered it particularly clearly.

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"Dad, Mom." Tang San turned around, "Shall I leave first with Xiaoqin and Grandpa Jack?"

"Well, let's go."

Today is the day when Tang San and Tang Qin go to Notting College to report.

Not to mention the dispute the three of them had with the guard at the gate of Notting Academy, the appearance of the master made Tang San suspicious.

The master looked down at Tang San and Tang Qin, forcing a smile on his face. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, and his smile was a bit unflattering. He took Tang San and Tang Qin's hands and said, "Let's go in."

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San said to the master.

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher of the academy." The master looked down at Tang San, and said calmly.

"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say that you represented the college?"

The master shook his head. He who has always been impatient is extremely tolerant today, and once again squeezed out that ugly smile, "Who said that the teachers of the academy must be able to represent the academy?"

Tang San suddenly said: "I understand, then you must be the principal of the academy, or the leader."

The master laughed and said: "You are a six-year-old child, so you are very smart. However, you still guessed wrong."

Tang San asked doubtfully: "Then you are?"

The master said: "I am just a resident who eats and drinks here. You are the same as everyone else, call me master. Everyone calls me that. I have even forgotten my own name. The proof of Wuhundian It says your name is Tang San, right? Tang San, you have to understand that the meanings of master and teacher are very different, so don't make a mistake in the future. Unless..."

Speaking of this, after hearing what he said, there was a scorching light in his eyes, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."

"Do you want to teach me martial arts?" Tang San asked.

The master stopped and stood still facing Tang San, "Then are you willing?"

Tang San naturally stopped and looked up at the master in front of him. Looking closely and looking from bottom to top, he found that the master's mouth was a bit big and his lips were also very thick. He didn't speak, neither said he agreed nor said he didn't agree.

Grandmaster looked at Tang San's eyes staring blankly at himself, and that stiff smile appeared again, "Okay, you really are a smart kid."

Not speaking has two meanings. One is not to refuse in a hurry to avoid offending the master. The second is to use actions to ask the master, why should I worship you as my teacher?

Like old Jack, the master raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head, "Extraordinarily talented and so smart, it seems that I have to be persistent for a while. How to say, you are also the third twin in the past hundred years." Wuhun."

Tang San raised his head in surprise, his eyes flashing with a "you are a fool" light.

The third?

Get a hammer!

My sister is the third one!

The master and the old god looked at him and smiled: "Aren't you very curious about how I knew you were a twin martial spirit?" As he spoke, he shook the certificate that Tang San's old Jack gave him. , "It's because of this certificate. Maybe others can't see the flaw in it, but if I can't see it either, then I don't deserve the title of master."

"I once investigated people whose martial souls are blue silver grass. Among them, have soul power, and the probability is less than %. And even these people have soul power. There is no one whose soul power can exceed level one, but you are at level ten with full innate soul power. According to one of the ten core competitivenesses of martial arts that I have studied, the size of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul. Look. Blue Silver Grass is obviously not satisfied, so I am sure that you should have another martial spirit, and it is a very powerful martial spirit."

"If the Blue Silver Grass Emperor is a useless martial spirit, there won't be any high-level martial spirits on the Douluo Continent," Tang Qin thought.