My martial spirit in Douluo is Kunpeng

After finishing a thousand push-ups, Tang Shi's exercise has just begun.

After finishing a thousand sit-ups and a thousand squats, Tang Shi reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and started today's 100-kilometer long run.

It's hard to imagine how a boy of about five years old can support his body until now.

Tang San had seen the amount of exercise and the way Tang Shi exercised every day. After reading it, he also tried it. As a result, in three days, his arm was strained, his calf was strained, and his thighs could not move. He had to lie in bed for half a month before he could do anything. recover.

As for Tang Hao, he still drank every day with a decadent look on his face. He was either sleeping or drinking. He ignored Tang Shi's physical abnormalities.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon, a month passed.

The day to test the awakening of the martial soul has come.

In the early morning, a ray of sunshine shot quickly from the sky. The golden sun was beautiful and the Holy Soul Farmhouse woke up.

At the top of the west hill, in front of the blacksmith's meat and poultry shop, old man Jack came over early. His black gown was clean without a patch, his gray hair was neatly trimmed, and the old wooden walking stick was replaced with a black lacquered sandalwood walking stick.

"Xiao Shi, Xiao San, hurry up and leave. Don't keep the Wuhun Palace envoy waiting." Old man Jack shouted.

boom!

The wooden door of the blacksmith's meat and poultry shop suddenly opened, and a boy seemed to have been waiting for a long time. His body suddenly jumped out, three meters away in one step. It was not much different to say that he was running on the air.

"Today is the awakening of the martial spirit. Will my system father come?" Tang Shi asked without giving up, bypassing the old man Jack, exerting force under his feet, speeding up, turning into a breeze, and went down the mountain.

Behind him, dust filled the sky, and old man Jack's dissatisfied voice could be heard faintly.

"Ahem, was that person or something that just passed by?"

Inside the room, Tang San stared blankly at the half-bowl of rice left in a bowl on the table. He slowly turned his head, looking at the open wooden door and the dust in the sky. He subconsciously took a mouthful of rice and squinted at the opposite table to get the rice. Holding chopsticks, adding vegetables, and holding a bowl, he remained motionless, like a petrified Tang Hao.

"Dad, I'm full." Tang San put down the bowl.

"Forget it, I won't eat." Tang Hao put down his chopsticks speechlessly, his eyes hiding the decadence, but more of astonishment, confusion, suspicion, disbelief, and disbelief.

How could a six-year-old have such speed!

"I'll clean it up when I get back. Let's go, I'll go take a look too." Tang Hao stood up slowly.

"Okay, Dad." Although Tang San said, he still put the bowl and chopsticks into the sink.

After Tang San finished washing the dishes, he and Tang Hao walked out of the house one after another. Old Jack, who was impatient with waiting, stamped his cane, with a livid face, and cursed: "Tang Hao, you useless thing, you don't drink." Go to bed, why are you out here? If it weren’t for Xiaosan and Xiaoshi, these two well-behaved and sensible children, I would have expelled you from Shenghun Farmhouse!"

Tang San stood aside obediently, looking at his nose and heart, looking at the tip of his shoe, as if there was a worm.

Tang Hao raised his eyelids and ignored the old man in front of him who was about to die. He stepped around and said, "Let's go, mistress."

"Tang Hao! You useless thing!" Old Jack's body was shaking, not because he was sick, but because he was angry.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San followed quickly, passing by the furious old man Jack, and said apologetically: "Grandpa Jack, my dad didn't mean it."

After saying that, he quickly followed Tang Hao.

The Wuhun Palace awakening ceremony takes place in the northern area of ​​the center of Holy Soul Farmhouse.

In front of a dilapidated wooden house, eight children around the age of five or six were looking around with curiosity on their faces.

At the far end, there was a mountain road that led directly to the blacksmith's meat and poultry shop. Dust fell from above and flew all over the sky. The passing villagers looked at this scene with dull expressions on their faces.

In front of the dust, Tang Shi ran with excitement on his face, greeting his neighbors along the way.

"Good morning Aunt Zhang, good morning Aunt Chen, good morning Uncle Wang..."

A sudden brake came to a sudden stop, and Tang Shi finally reached this place. He looked back, scratched his head, and muttered: "It seems that he ran a little too fast."

This is the result of his continuous training in the past two years. Strength, speed, and physique have improved. Although this is not the fastest speed, it is almost seven minutes faster.

With the unremitting exercise over the past two years, Tang Shi discovered that his physical strength seemed to be endless and he could never use it up. If he continued to exercise, he would feel mentally exhausted.

"Xiao Shi, at your speed, are you still human?" A little boy about seven years old and slightly fat, with a surprised look on his face, came over and stared at Tang Shi with his black and white eyes, looking up and down. Is this person a human or a ghost?

"Wang Hu, I'm not a human, what am I?" Tang Shi pushed away the big face, revealing a black line.

"Okay, you're human." Wang Hu scratched his head, leaned forward and whispered: "Little village chief, my father said that I will be your uncle in the future, why don't you call me twice first? I’ll listen to it first and feel refreshed.”

"It's your sister, Wang Xiaohua." Tang Shi pushed away the big face again and looked at the group of children, a little girl wearing a light green dress, short hair and a little baby fat, with a speechless face.

He is only six years old!

The simple village elder Jack has already arranged for him to discuss marriage later, provided that he has no soul power and is not a soul master.

With the changes in Shenghun Farmhouse in the past two years, adults, children, villagers, and old Jack all saw it and knew that Tang Shi had brains and ideas and could lead everyone in the village to make money.

It's just that considering that Tang Shi is young, otherwise the village head old Jack would have abdicated his position long ago, and Tang Shi would be the head of the village.

Wang Hu's face came closer again, with a mean smile on his face, and said: "Yes, my sister will definitely be a beautiful woman when she grows up."

Tang Shi pushed away the big face again, too lazy to reply. She put a little force on her feet, and the dust on the ground rippled slightly and dispersed. She jumped up suddenly and came to the four-meter-high roof. She lay down and waited for the arrival of the system's father.

If the system does not come, or there is no system, he can only give up, become frustrated and give up hope.

If the activation of the martial soul fails and the soul master cannot take the path, then he can only take the scientific path.

Science is the last resort.

Of course, there is no slacking off when it comes to exercise.

After two years of training, not to mention that he can compare with the bald devil, but his body is already much stronger than that of an adult.

He has not tried the specific strengths one by one.

"I'll find the mistress later in the evening and let's have a discussion." Tang Shi thought to herself.

As a figure moved in the distance, Su Yuntao, dressed in a lavender robe, stood in front of the wooden house with a strange expression. He looked at the houses built around him and muttered: "This village has changed so much."

Six years ago, he came once. At that time, Shenghun Village was dilapidated and small, not like it is now. Most of the houses were two-story huts, and there was a green orchard and vegetable greenhouse in the distance.