Douluo's Summoning God

When Tang San saw this scene, he was surprised. He was exhausted after carrying a hundred kilograms of iron for so far. As his father said, almost no one among his peers could achieve this step. After all, he practiced Xuantian Kung and had innate soul power. Even if his peers also had innate soul power, they could not compare with his own physique. But now, he was very surprised.

Tang San marveled in his heart: "He looks only about six years old, but he is so brisk."

Tang Hao was also extremely surprised. As a titled Douluo, he could naturally feel that Shui Han's soul power was far inferior to Tang San's, but his physique was superior to Tang San's.

"Let's go."

Briefly surprised, the two continued on their way.

When the two of them went up the slope, Shui Han had already reached the bottom of the slope and did not leave, but went up the slope again.

Tang San and Tang Hao could see that Shui Han was exercising with weights.

Tang San's eyes were filled with admiration. To reach this point at such a young age must have put in a lot of effort.

Tang Hao sighed in his heart: "Becoming a soul master requires hard work. His soul power is only Level strength, and his qualifications are too low. Because of his low qualifications, he chose to train his body. Will his physique be better than that of Xiao San?"

Tang Hao also felt that Shui Han had put in a lot of effort and had been training for at least a year.

Tang San also felt that he had to hone his body. He used to practice the Purple Demon Eye early in the morning and neglected body training.

For the next month, Shui Han continued to exercise day after day, carrying weights, and became stressed again. Every time he went back, he was exhausted, sweating profusely, and hungry.

After a month of training, Shui Han's soul power increased to level three, his physique strengthened again, and his cultivation speed also increased.

This month, Shui Han was not training alone, but with Tang San.

Half a month ago, the two met by chance while exercising. They didn't say anything at the time and continued to exercise, but they began to compete with each other to see who was faster and farther. Gradually, the two started exercising at the same time every day, comparing and chasing each other, which made them more motivated.

The two competed every day and got to know each other.

Shui Han called Tang San Xiao San, but Tang San would not call Shui Han Brother Han. Although Shui Han was a few days older than him, he was born in two lifetimes, so how could he call a six-year-old child brother.

Therefore, he called Shui Han by his name, but Tang San would not know that Shui Han was also a man of two generations.

Tang San wouldn't say that he came from time travel, no one said it, and Shui Han naturally didn't say it to anyone either.

On this day, the two of them were carrying two hundred kilograms of heavy iron on their backs for a long-distance run. For Tang San, it was a bit strenuous. After running ten kilometers, he was already struggling, but Shui Han was still very relaxed.

In Tang San's opinion, although Shui Han's qualifications were lower than his own, with only second-level innate soul power, he felt that Shui Han was abnormal. Tang San also couldn't understand why Shui Han was so physically strong. Was it because he was born with a martial spirit?

In the evening, after training, Shui Han would visit the Holy Soul Village, occasionally staying at Tang San's house and wielding a forging hammer to exercise his arm strength.

"Dangdangdang..."

There was a constant sound of striking iron in the room, it was Tang San who was striking iron with a hammer.

Tang Hao came back after drinking at this time. When he came in and saw this scene, Tang Hao thought to himself: "You can actually swing a hammer."

Tang Hao was not surprised that Tang San could swing. After all, he was born with full soul power, but Shui Han could also swing, which surprised him.

Tang Hao sighed in his heart: "Although Shui Han is not as good as Xiao San in terms of qualifications, his physique is worse than Xiao San."

Tang Hao stepped forward and looked at the iron block that was being continuously beaten, and said, "You can't make it the size of a fist even if you beat it like this for a year."

"Then Father, what should I do?" Tang San chose to forge, partly to practice his arm strength, and partly to help his father.

Shui Han, on the other hand, does not strike iron, but swings the hammer up and down with one hand to practice his arm strength.

Tang Hao had already decided in his heart that he would no longer stop Tang San from becoming a soul master and started teaching.

"Watch carefully how I tap."

Tang Hao took the hammer, turned his body halfway, kept his feet firmly on the ground, and tensed his calves, ready to go.

Tang Hao also said: "You need to start exerting force from the calves, and then the force is transmitted through the waist, back, and arms, so that the strongest strength can be exerted."

Tang Hao used his legs to exert force, using his waist as the axis to drive his whole body. The strength continued to increase and increase.

clang! ! !

The hammer fell and hit the iron block. The sound was deafening, shaking the whole house. The iron block had collapsed by a third, and more of the magazine was removed.

Tang San's eyes lit up and he nodded: "I understand, connecting the body's strength into a whole is full strength."

Tang Hao nodded: "Not bad, you try it now."

Tang San took the hammer, and based on what he saw just now, activated the Xuantian Technique, penetrated deep into the calf, began to exert force, spreading upward, turning the waist, driving the back and shoulders.

clang! ! !

The giant hammer fell accurately, with much greater force, but the counter-shock force was also stronger. Tang San was almost sent flying up by the shock, his body staggered back two steps, his hands were numb, and he almost lost his grip on the handle of the hammer.

Looking at the iron block, he saw that the forging effect was much better, equivalent to his previous ten hammers.

Tang San praised: "Using force like this, the power is indeed much greater."

Tang Hao nodded and glanced at Shui Han. Shui Han was still waving the hammer and didn't look at it.

Tang Hao sighed in his heart: "This kind of power-generating technique was taught to Xiaosan for you to see, but you didn't even look at it. I really didn't know how to take the opportunity to learn it."

Tang Hao originally thought that Tang San would not be so good and the hammer would fly away, but it didn't happen. This made him feel that it was related to Shui Han's daily competition and training, and mutual improvement, so he also wanted to teach Shui Han.

Tang Hao said: "Shui Han, please stop for a moment. Why didn't you study next to me just now? Although you don't need to forge, this technique is also applicable in combat."

Tang Hao reminded: "You work hard, but you have to keep learning and observing. Like just now, you only knew how to exercise, but you didn't watch me teach the mistress. I will do it again now, you watch carefully."

Shui Han could hear that he was criticizing himself, so he shook his head and said, "No need."

Tang Hao was surprised. His impression of Shui Han dropped a bit, and he said seriously: "Although hard work is important, skills are also very important. Are you sure you don't need it?"

However, Shui Han didn't say anything. Instead, he came to the forging table with a hammer, held the handle of the hammer tightly with both hands, raised it high, and then smashed it down! No tricks, no fancy smashing!

Tang Hao sighed in his heart: "Hey, I originally thought that although this guy has poor qualifications, he might become a strong man with hard work, but now it seems..."

clang! ! ! ! !

Suddenly, Tang Hao was slightly startled, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and he looked at the iron block on the forging platform.

The giant hammer hit, but there was an extremely shocking sound! The whole house and even the ground trembled!

Shui Han held the hammer in his right hand and carried it on his shoulder. With his left hand, he pointed at the iron block that was one-third smaller on the forging table and said to Tang Hao: "I told you not to use it. Isn't this too small?"

Tang Hao: "..."