Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 3 3. Little old man

Archmage…Anthony.

The chief mage of the Kirin Tor was once one of the mage leaders in Dalaran. He was knowledgeable and powerful.

"I didn't expect that when I opened the card pack... there were so many little old men that I didn't want, that they would actually travel through time with me."

"Moreover, he is still on the seventh level, which means that his strength is equivalent to that of a soul saint in his seventies!"

"This is consistent with his seven-cost figure."

Zhou Ting's mind scanned Anthony's body, but the little old man... showed no reaction.

After all, it's just a card, and the Archmage's knowledge and skills...are very little left!

Even the wisdom is almost gone, only the fighting instinct is still there!

As for the card's own effects, they are not invalidated and can still take effect: Whenever you cast a spell, put a [Fireball] spell card into your hand.

After learning this information, Zhou Ting felt a little disappointed at first, but then felt happy again.

"That's good. If you put a real person in the sea of ​​consciousness, whether you can adapt to it or not is not good. It's not good to be worried all day long. It's good to be like this now!"

Zhou Ting's eyes swept over the bookshelf. As expected, the books on the bookshelf were just superficial, with no content on them.

Only on the desk in front of old man Anthony was a piece of parchment filled with writing.

With a thought, the words on the parchment immediately appeared one by one.

After seeing the content clearly, Zhou Ting was so surprised that he almost lost his composure and said loudly.

"I really feel like giving you a pillow when I feel sleepy!"

"I was worried about how to practice, and the meditation method was actually brought to me."

"Natural Meditation Method", one of the fundamental methods practiced by Master Dalaran, a general meditation method improved by Archmage Anthony.

The so-called universal means that it is suitable for almost everyone to practice.

Of course, there are also disadvantages. The cultivation speed is slow, the technique itself has no characteristics, and there is not even a matching spell.

Of course, compared to the superficial cultivation methods on Douluo Continent, this meditation method must be a magical secret.

Speaking of which, I have to complain about the soul masters of Douluo Continent. The soul master system has experienced millions of years of development, and there are even many gods who have become gods, but... they haven't even created a decent training method. come out.

It’s really just relying on talent that makes you tough to the end!

...

On the outskirts of the village, a tall wooden house stood alone on a hillside. There were no other houses around it, making it appear extremely remote.

In front of the wooden house, the old village chief's back became even more stooped, and he shouted angrily.

"Tang Hao, you have to think carefully. Xiao San has the talent to become a soul master, you can't delay him!"

There was still no response from the room, as usual, as if there was no one inside at all.

Seeing that the old village chief was getting more and more angry, Tang San quickly took his hand and persuaded him.

"Grandpa, village chief, please go back first. I will have a good talk with dad."

"Ugh."

The old village chief sighed, feeling helpless: Look, what a good child, how come he has such a father?

"Mistress, you don't have to worry about tuition. There is still a place for work-study students in the village..."

"Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."

The old village chief shook his head helplessly and walked slowly away on crutches.

Tang San turned around and entered the house, and saw his father sitting at the table... drinking.

"dad…"

With his sloppy hairstyle and disheveled clothes, Haotian Douluo looked like a sloppy middle-aged drunkard at this time. He could not see the domineering power of the many titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall who fought alone in the past.

Tang Hao looked at his son in front of him seriously, his eyes had never been so serious.

Tang San had never seen his father look like this before, feeling a little flustered and asked worriedly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiaosan, show me your martial spirit!"

"it is good!"

Tang San agreed, and saw a piece of blue grass appear in the palm of his hand. This was Blue Silver Grass, the most common weed on Douluo Continent.

It is also recognized as a waste martial soul in the mainland. It is fragile and has no outstanding attack, defense or control.

This is also the reason why Su Yuntao gave up on a genius with full soul power.

Such a useless martial spirit made Tang Hao excited. He held his son's hand tightly, stared at the grass with gentle eyes, and murmured in a low voice.

"It looks like, it really looks like!"

<divclass="contentadv">Tang San endured the pain and did not struggle, but asked curiously.

"Dad, like what?"

Tang Hao did not answer the question, calmed down a little and said.

"Xiaosan, release your second martial spirit."

Tang San stretched out his left hand, trying hard to control the second martial spirit, and asked.

"Dad, how did you know that I have a second martial spirit?"

"Old Jack said that you are born with full soul power. Only a strong martial soul can have strong qualifications. If you only have... the current Blue Silver Grass, it is impossible to do this unless you have a second one. Martial spirit."

The next moment, a small hammer appeared.

Tang Hao held his son's hand hard. Although he had expected it, when he actually saw his son with Blue Silver Grass in one hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in the other, he still couldn't control his emotions.

Tang San gritted his teeth and persisted, but the internal force of the Xuantian Technique in his body was the first to fail.

"dad…"

Tang Hao saw the problem at a glance, let go of his hand and said.

"Put it away!"

"Xiao San, you have to remember that from now on, you must use a hammer to protect this little grass."

"Yes!"

"Also, don't attach a soul ring to this hammer!"

Tang San nodded solemnly, keeping these words firmly in his heart.

Probably because he was an orphan in his previous life, or maybe he was brainwashed by the idea of ​​foolishness and filial piety.

The greatest possibility is that it is both.

In short, Tang San listened very much to his father and other elders.

However, this goes against Tang San's behavior of secretly learning the inner secrets of the Tang sect.

What a contradictory person!

After a moment of silence, Tang Hao looked into his son's eyes and said seriously.

"Xiao San, you can go to school in two months!"

"I…"

Tang Hao waved his hand, not allowing him to refuse.

Tang San had no choice but to shut up. Besides, he really wanted to know more about spirit masters.

Speaking of this, he felt that his father was very mysterious. Let's not talk about the expression before, let's talk about the twin martial arts.

The old village chief didn't know, and neither did the soul masters of Wuhun Hall.

But it happened that his alcoholic blacksmith father guessed everything just by relying on his innate soul power.

He knew that his father... was anything but simple.

Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly remembered something, and he just happened to ask his well-informed father.

"By the way, Dad, I encountered a strange thing when I awakened my martial spirit today."

"Well, what's weird?"

"Dad, do you remember the old village chief's grandson?"

"Who?"

Tang San didn't find it strange either. His father was either blacksmithing or drinking, and didn't care about the situation in the village at all.

"It's that little grandson named Zhou Ting, who has been stupid since he was a child!"

"Oh, it's him!"

Tang Hao suddenly realized that the old village chief had a silly little grandson who once caused a sensation in the village. Even he had heard of it.

"What's up with him?"