Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Under the setting sun, Notting City was covered with a layer of pale gold.

The scorching sun is like an old man in his twilight at this moment, without the previous violent temper.

The light gradually cooled down.

boom!

boom!boom!

In a certain street, the sound of dull metal impacts rises and falls, rhythmic in chaos.

It was a small workshop, with gray air waves exuding inside, and fiery coals crackling and burning.

Several burly men with bare shoulders and fireproof aprons on their chests held hammers in their hands, constantly forging the metal held by the pliers.

Every time it hits, sparks shoot out.

The tent above the workshop has a hammer flag, representing their identity as a blacksmith.

Noticing someone coming, the boss Shi San rubbed the bean sweat on his neck with a rag, and greeted him enthusiastically.

His body was bulging like a gray-black iron sheet. Standing in front of the boy, his whole body was like a hill.

"Little brother, do you want to build something?"

Shi San glanced at Su Ming's school uniform from the corner of his eyes, his heart was like a lens.

Su Ming said bluntly, "I want to build a suit of armor, how much will it cost?"

armor?

Shi San suddenly showed embarrassment.

"Little brother, you may not be very clear about it. We ordinary blacksmiths cannot make armor at will."

"Only city defense cavalry can wear armor in the city, do you understand what I mean?"

Ordinary people are not allowed to build armor?

Su Ming frowned and asked unexpectedly:

"There are many soul masters in Notting City, and their destructive power is even more terrifying than sergeants. Are you afraid that ordinary people have armor?"

shh~

Shi San squatted down and lowered his voice, "There is no way to do this. After all, there are not many soul masters. If ordinary people have a piece of armor, it will be troublesome..."

"...In addition to armor, bows and crossbows, can't you?"

"We can't make armor and cavalry equipment, but other ordinary weapons will do."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched, "...".

This typical take off your pants and fart, it's superfluous.

Shi San smiled honestly and gave Su Ming a look of mutual understanding.

Su Ming didn't make things difficult for others, besides, he didn't really build armor.

So he changed the request.

"Boss, make me a heavier dress."

"It's not the kind of self-defense, it can be used for daily weight training."

If you have said this earlier, it will be fine!

Shi San smiled and nodded, "That's absolutely fine. Our blacksmith shop is one of the best in Notting City."

"The finished product will definitely satisfy you. I don't know how much weight the little brother plans to build?"

Su Ming stroked his chin and began to think.

Thinking of running to Notting City in the morning.

He finally set the trunk load at 10 catties, and the limbs at 3 catties each.

22 pounds!

Hearing the weight, Shi San looked at Su Ming deeply with his surprised eyes.

After so many years of playing iron, it was the first time he saw a student who was so strict with him.

He looks about six or seven years old.

This weight of more than 20 kilograms, hiss~

It's just crazy!

Shi San had no choice but to ask again. He didn't dare to believe what he heard until Su Ming nodded again.

Shi San settled down, and hurriedly said:

"Little brother, I've accepted this business, you can come over tomorrow afternoon to pick up the load."

"How about this, since you are a student of Soul Master Academy, I don't want to earn you any money, just give me 15 copper soul coins."

Su Ming's face relaxed, and he gave his boss a grateful look.

To be honest, he only has 23 copper soul coins in his trouser pocket now.

As for the gold coins, he put them under Grandpa Brin's mattress for emergency use.

After paying the money to the boss, Su Ming left here.

"Students nowadays are really working too hard."

Staring at Su Ming's back as he disappeared into the corner of the street until he disappeared, Shi San then withdrew his gaze.

His majestic body plunged into the blacksmith shop.

"Cheer up, don't let the molten iron eat the flesh."

"Shanzi, go build a ten-pound torso and three-pound limbs. The customer will ask for it tomorrow."

"Good."

……

After dealing with his own affairs, Su Ming returned to the academy.

Yes.

The soul power has reached level ten, and he is not in a hurry to hunt the soul beast.

Because soul power can be accumulated, it will explode after obtaining a soul ring.

Judging from Qian Renxue's situation, without absorbing the spirit ring, the human body can withstand level 20 spirit power.

The most urgent thing at the moment, Su Ming felt that what he needed to improve was his body, and of course his soul power and actual combat would also be taken into consideration.

……

【drop!Congratulations to the host for practicing the Golden Crow Sword Technique once, proficiency +1. 】

【drop!Congratulations to the host for practicing the Golden Crow Sword Technique once, proficiency +1. 】

The mountain behind the college.

Swords and swords flickered, and broken branches and rotten leaves were scattered in all directions.

Under the light of the moonlight, the black hatchet is even more icy and unstoppable.

Every time Su Ming waved, dust floated on the ground.

The originally solid ground was now loosened by Su Ming's steps.

This time, Su Ming practiced the Golden Crow Saber Technique three times before stopping.

Because after the Golden Crow Saber Technique achieved a small success, he got some tricks to save soul power, and the use of soul power was not as chaotic as before.

However, 500 times from the golden crow sword technique is still far away, let alone the perfect state.

Su Ming was not in a hurry, and a big achievement was only a matter of a hundred days, it was better than going on without any progress.

Phew, Su Ming stopped his work and stood up, wiping the sweat off his body with a rag.

Click.

Just as he was about to go down the mountain, the sound of branches breaking suddenly sounded.

In an instant, Su Ming broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who?"

"What kind of a hero is hiding, come out if you have the ability!"

Subconsciously, Su Ming stood with the knife in his hand, with his legs one in front of the other, as if facing the enemy.

Tap, tap, the sound of thick footsteps.

Su Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but glance aside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he felt his heart beating completely.

That eerie illusion even made him feel...

Once the footsteps stopped, his heart also stopped.

Can it affect the heartbeat of the enemy with its footsteps?

Damn!

This guy's cultivation base is probably higher than that of the soul king.

Su Ming felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, his back broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he knew he couldn't beat him, he still held the hatchet tightly in his hand and didn't dare to slack off.

"Don't worry, I have no malice towards you."

There was a magnetic sound, the sound of the cloak scratching the leaves, and a burly figure walked out of the forest.

With the sound, all Su Ming's sense of danger disappeared without a trace.

The man stood quietly under the shadow of the tree, neither advancing nor retreating.

Although the light in the forest was very dark, through the scattered moonlight, Su Ming could vaguely see the outline of the person coming.

The person who came seemed to be wearing a cloak, with messy hair and beard.

What Su Ming paid the most attention to were those eyes, like a wandering soul living on the edge of life and death, lonely and desolate, yet containing overwhelming mighty power.

Tang Hao.

Su Ming was inexplicably terrified, he could already smell the smell of alcohol in the air.

Su Ming frowned even deeper.

He didn't do anything to Tang San, besides, this was a normal contest.

You can't say that I bully the small like Zao Wou-ki, can you?

Su Ming made a judgment in an instant, put away his martial soul and said respectfully:

"Senior and I should have never met face to face. I don't know if senior appeared suddenly. What can I do for you?"

With Tang Hao's cultivation base, he didn't want to let himself find out that it was absolutely impossible for him to hear any sound.

Since he deliberately let himself hear it, and he didn't advance or retreat, then Su Ming has reason to think that Tang Hao didn't want to stand out for Tang San.

"I have nothing to do with you, I'm just curious about your sword skills."

"I want to ask, who is your saber mage, why have I never seen it before?"

Tang Hao's hoarse voice was full of coolness.

Intentionally, more like unintentionally.

If it wasn't for his words, Su Ming wouldn't even be able to feel that his emotions were curiosity about his own sword skills.

Su Ming relaxed slightly, and said truthfully:

"My sword skills are not inherited from my master. My predecessors may not know that my grandfather is a bamboo craftsman in the village, and he is very good at handling hatchets."

"As for this saber technique, it may be a sudden inspiration after observing it over time."

"I woke up the next day and it was in my anattached mind, and I couldn't get it out."

Homemade~

Under the shadow of the tree, Tang Hao's eyes changed slightly, and finally he believed Su Ming's words.

First, his Wuhun hatchet is destined to have no powerful background.

Second, Haotianzong's hammering method is also different from that of blacksmiths, the two are indeed similar in purpose.

Thinking about it, Tang Hao said:

"Watching you practice your saber technique, although it may seem majestic, but when you actually meet an enemy, how can the opponent let you do what you want?"

"True swordsmanship needs to be adaptable, which is impossible at your current level."

Su Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, he was naturally aware of this level, but listening to Tang Hao's meaning, it seemed that he had other ideas.

Su Ming asked tentatively, "What does that mean, senior?"

Swish!

A stone shot out and hit Su Ming's shoulder in an instant.

But Su Ming didn't feel the slightest pain, as if a domineering force flowed into his body.

soul power.

Tang Hao's soul power.

Su Ming raised his head in disbelief, and Tang Hao's domineering voice sounded at the same time.

"Come on, let me see how powerful this saber technique is."

Swish!

Su Ming's eyes were fixed, and he raised his hatchet to attack Tang Hao without hesitation.

He wished for a titled Douluo as a training partner.

Swish swish!

The biting knife light raged in the woods, more violent than ever.

Abandon dexterity and only pursue extreme violence.

This is the Golden Crow Saber Technique [Mei Xue Feng Xia], slashing swiftly at a vigorous and swift speed, achieving the effect of shocking and repelling the enemy.

But with the eighth knife being swung, Su Ming's heart became more and more frightened.

"Is this the Title Douluo?"

Seeing Tang Hao strolling and dodging in the courtyard, Su Ming didn't believe in evil, he gritted his teeth and faced the difficulties again.

As a result, nothing changed.

Tang Hao is still so relaxed.

He dodged all of Su Ming's moves just by dodging his body.

Even the ultimate move, Jin Guangyao Kyushu, was trampled under his feet and eliminated.

That deep sense of powerlessness made Su Ming's mood drop to the bottom.

Swish!

Tang Hao lifted his leg and threw Su Ming's lower abdomen, the latter flew out in an instant, and landed not far away smoothly.

He didn't hurt Su Ming on purpose, Tang Hao continued to point out:

"Your saber technique can catch you by surprise in front of low-level soul masters."

"But in the face of really powerful soul masters, their spiritual power can easily judge the direction of your saber."

"What you need to do now is to find a way to master this saber technique, and do whatever you want to be impeccable and predict the enemy's attack."

"If it can cut up the opponent's spiritual perception, maybe the effect will be even better."

Su Ming nodded noncommittally. The Golden Crow Saber technique was not perfect, so the attack could not be done in one go.

Cut off the spirit?

I will definitely be able to do it myself in the future.

What I need now is actual combat, and a judgment that can adapt to the situation.

The sword technique will be perfect, but the actual combat experience, I am still far behind.

Su Ming immediately said:

"I know that I am not the opponent of the senior, but if the senior dodges, my comprehension is too slow."

"So, I would like to ask the seniors to give me some real advice."

Su Ming looked at Tang Hao resolutely, his eyes full of fighting spirit, as if he had forgotten the setback just now.

Oh, Tang Hao's tone was slightly surprised, but there was a flash of emotion in his eyes.

"The real guidance will not be as simple as before."

"If you hurt your muscles and bones, you will become disabled, so think about it."

The joking words came, although there was no coercion of soul power mixed in.

But in Su Ming's ears, he felt countless knives brushing against his skin, and the icy cold flow poured into his body, making people shudder.

Killing intent.

Just overflowing with a trace of killing intent, is it so terrifying?

Su Ming, who felt that his body was about to freeze, was terrified. If he could integrate the killing god domain into his martial soul, how powerful he would be.

In the capital of killing, I must go there in the future.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, and his blunt voice seemed to pass through the gap between his teeth. He replied with difficulty:

"With senior's strength, if I would be seriously injured, then senior should really want to hurt me."

"Since this is the case, no matter whether I practice or not, the result will be the same."

Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he said something strangely.

"Are you really... only six years old?"

Yes.

Six years old, would you really think so much?

Su Ming laughed at himself, feeling his body was freezing, he resolutely rushed over with killing intent.

How dare!

Tang Hao was moved by it, his eyes flashed with admiration, and he quickly withdrew that trace of killing intent.

With Su Ming's mental strength at the moment, once he fell into this killing intent, his sea of ​​consciousness would collapse immediately.

Swish, Tang Hao stretched out his hand, and there was an extra ordinary wooden stick in his hand.

He stepped on the ground, and his figure rushed over like Su Ming.

Electric flint.

The two competed in the woods.

There was no surge of soul power, nor any flash of soul ability.

This is a confrontation of pure fighting skills.

Ping Pong Pong.

The sound of fierce fighting is so clear in the quiet mountain forest.

Wooden stick, hatchet.

This pair of natural opponents seems to be performing a confrontation regardless of strength or weakness.

Hit the stone with an egg?

Or is it simple?

Can't help but make people think.

In the game between adults and children, the children suffer after all.

That small figure was overturned time and time again.

Every time he fell to the ground, he would get up immediately and attack again without hesitation.

From late at night to cock crowing.

Then to the early morning.

The sun is scattered and the trees are full of shade.

The charming light and shadow quietly shine into the mountain forest through the cracks in the trees.

A little bit of fluorescence reflected from the snow-run skin, and the water was shining.

On the grass, a small figure was lying there quietly, seeming to have fallen asleep, breathing evenly.

The man in the cloak sighed and left without looking back.

Only a scarred wooden stick was left lying on the ground, half in the shade of the tree and half in the scorching sun.