Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1245 Instructing Tang San (first update)
Although Tang Hao was still very curious about why such a brother-in-law suddenly appeared, through various things, Tang Hao finally confirmed that the young man in front of him was his wife's brother.

"Xiao Hao, I don't need to pursue you about Ah Yin." Yang Cong said lightly, "But even so, you shouldn't have fallen to this point."

Hearing Yang Cong address him, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth trembled, but he still nodded in response: "Brother-in-law taught me a lesson."

"I'll leave in a few days. You should understand what I said."

Yang Cong said.

"Yes, I understand."

Tang Hao nodded.

"Well, I'll go see my nephew."

Yang Cong got up and walked out of the room, leaving behind Tang Hao who didn't know what to do.

Seeing his young master leaving the room, Xiong Batian saluted: "Young master."

"Where is Little Three?"

"The young master is chopping firewood."

Xiong Batian said.

When he came to the yard, Yang Cong saw Tang San who was chopping firewood with an axe.

After watching for a while, he understood Tang San's situation.

There is an internal force in Tang San's body, yes, it is the internal force of martial arts.

According to Yang Cong's understanding, Tang San should have a book about cultivation techniques, that's why he is like this.

It is precisely because of this that he is essentially different from other children.

However, after feeling Tang San's internal energy for a while, Yang Cong still shook his head and sighed.

Tang San's kung fu is too low, so it will take a lot of time to reach the top strength in this world.

Yang Cong didn't want to waste too much time on this.

Tang San, who was chopping firewood, saw his uncle watching him chopping firewood, but he also smiled: "Uncle."

Tang San understood things very well, the world of the previous life was considered a world where the weak and the strong preyed on the strong, but he understood even more after coming to this world.

The strength of the young man in front of him is bottomless, giving people a very terrifying and untouchable feeling.

Moreover, Yang Cong was much stronger than the elders of the sects he had met in his previous life. If he had to compare, then those elders in his previous life were rubbish, and only his uncle was the real strong one.

"Not bad, you have such strength at such a young age." Yang Cong nodded slightly: "But if your strength is still a bit wasted."

"Waste?" Tang San was slightly taken aback.

You must know that the reason why he can have the strength that other children do not have is because of the internal strength he has cultivated.

Otherwise, how could he, a six-year-old child, be able to lift an iron ax weighing several kilograms and chop wood that would require a lot of effort for an adult?

"Reduce the three-point force with your right hand, and try to increase the three-point force with your left hand."

Hearing Yang Cong's words, Tang San had a weird look on his face.

For some reason, he felt that the uncle in front of him was talking nonsense.

But for ordinary people, the right hand is stronger. If the power of the right hand is divided and added to the left hand, it will not be as strong as the former at all.

That's why he felt that his uncle was talking nonsense.

But looking at Yang Cong's appearance, it seemed that he was determined to give him a try, but he had no choice but to give it a try.

At the same time, Tang San began to operate the Xuantian Kungfu of his sect in his heart to do what Yang Cong said.

"what!"

Tang San shouted, and the iron ax in his hand instantly struck out.

A shadow of an ax flashed, and the firewood, which was intact before, was still divided into two halves.

Adults need to waste a lot of effort on this firewood, but now Tang San, a six-year-old child, split it easily.

Not only did Tang Hao who was standing at the door startle, even Tang San looked at the firewood in front of him in disbelief.

He could feel that the moment he struck out the iron ax in his hand, his Xuantian attack was different.

It's completely different from the previous feeling.

"How does it feel."

Yang Cong came to Tang San's side and said with a smile.

"Thank you uncle."

After savoring the scene just now, Tang San suddenly realized, and instantly understood the meaning of his uncle, so he immediately thanked Yang Cong and saluted.

"I'll stay here for a few days, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything." Patting Tang San on the shoulder, Yang Cong injected a stream of fairy energy into Tang San's body under the circumstances that Tang San couldn't feel— — The air of chaos.

It can be said that this immortal energy can help Tang San ascend in the daytime, but it can also kill Tang San.

As for why he did this, probably only Yang Cong, the person involved, knows.

Two days later, today is Notting Junior College to recruit students.

Today, the children of the entire Saint Soul Village were also called together by the old village head Jack, in order to facilitate the recruitment of Notting Junior College.

For a village like theirs, this is the only way to get ahead.

Soul master is the most prominent profession in the entire continent, and this is the only chance to turn a mere chicken into a phoenix.

If you miss it, you will never watch it again.

As one of the children, Tang San was naturally dragged by the old village head Jack to participate in this student recruitment.

Looking at Tang San who was taking small steps towards the center of the village in the distance, Yang Cong smiled slightly, and turned to look at Tang Hao who was beside him: "If I'm not wrong, Xiao San should be born full of soul power."

"Yes." Tang Hao nodded. He knew very well what was going on with his son.

"Then what are your plans?" Yang Cong asked.

"Let him do everything." Tang Hao sighed: "I can't let him follow me like this for the rest of his life, let him do whatever he wants to do."

"Heh, the most dignified Titled Douluo has such low self-esteem. If word spreads, countless people will make fun of him."

The irony in Yang Cong's words was very obvious, but Tang Hao was not angry at all.

Instead, he laughed at himself: "So what, I can't even protect my own woman."

"I'll give you a chance." Yang Cong looked at Tang Hao indifferently: "Should I let your son avenge you or I will go myself."

"I'm afraid you can't either." Tang Hao shook his head: "They are too powerful, and they definitely cannot be destroyed casually."

"My young master's strength is as high as the sky, but he can kill even a titled Douluo." Xiong Batian curled his lips with a displeased expression.

"Can you kill even a titled Douluo?" Tang Hao looked at Yang Cong with a strange expression.

If Yang Cong is older than him, I believe it. After all, his wife A Yin is also 10 years old.

It must be 10 years old to be able to transform into a human form.

But to say that even Titled Douluo can be killed, this is a bit too arrogant.

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Yang Cong couldn't understand what Tang Hao was thinking.

"I hope Tang San can spend this life in peace and stability, and don't get involved in those disputes."

(End of this chapter)