Douluo's Bone Ring Dual Cultivation

A few years later...

In a small village called Holy Soul Village, two little kids were competing with each other.

"Xiao San, your skills are quite good," a handsome child looked at Tang San in front of him and said with envy.

"Brother Wuming, seeing how you usually do nothing, why are you so strong?" Tang San looked curiously at Tang Wuming in front of him.

Tang Wuming, Tang Hao's eldest son, is also A Yin's first child, while Tang San opposite him is the second child.

Both of them are travelers from different worlds, but Tang Wuming is a young man with no money from the big earth world. He has no car, no house and no savings.

A sudden heavy rain caused Tang Wuming to be washed away by the flood and there was no news.

After traveling to Douluo Continent, he discovered that he was actually Tang San's brother.

Tang Wuming naturally stayed up late and read Douluo Continent thoroughly, but after discovering that his little butterfly was Tang San's brother, his ambition suddenly disappeared.

Are you kidding me, Tang San’s brother, I’m just waiting to die, that’s also the brother of a god

However, Tang San had a different view on this.

In Douluo Continent, the law of survival of the strong and elimination of the weak is deeply ingrained. As the supreme genius of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he paid even more attention to this.

His father's indifference and lack of words originally made him focus on cultivation.

But as he grew up, Tang San discovered that there seemed to be something different about the elder brother in front of him.

Although his ideas are different from his own, through years of contact, he discovered that Brother Wuming is different from others.

As for what the different methods were, Tang San himself couldn't tell clearly.

Tang San, who has been practicing for many years, knows that compared with other children, he is definitely inferior in fighting.

However, when he was sparring with Tang Wuming in private, he found that every time he tried his best to attack, Tang Wuming could easily take it, which made Tang San, who was born in the same mother's womb, somewhat confused.

After returning home and waiting for Tang San to cook, Tang Wuming was suddenly noticed by a knock on the door.

"Hey Tang Hao, are you home?" The voice of the village chief, Grandpa Jack, floated outside the door.

After Tang Wuming turned around and glanced at the big man's father sleeping on the bed, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only open the door as the head of the family.

"Grandpa Jack, what are you doing with my dad?" Tang Wuming opened the door and asked.

"Oh, it's Xiao Wuming. The village's awakening ceremony is about to begin this year. You and Xiaosan are both six years old or better. Remember to participate when the time comes," Old Jack responded.

"Awakening Ceremony" Tang Wuming was stunned for a moment before reacting.

I've been resting for a long time and almost forgot about this. Hehe, Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer are finally waiting for you.

Tang Wuming thought happily.

Old Jack first glanced at Tang Wuming, who was confused at first, and suddenly showed a showy look and said seriously: "Everyone has their own martial spirit. Generally speaking, the village will let children over six years old go at the same time. Participate in the awakening ceremony. The martial spirit is a gift from God to us, and its awakening will guide our future path. If you have an outstanding martial spirit and can practice it, you may step into another world. Then This is the world of soul masters. This awakening ceremony only happens once a year. Tell Xiaosan, don’t be late. The person who is coming to perform the awakening ceremony this time is the deacon of the Wuhun branch of Notting City. He is a soul master with the level of a great soul master. .”

Seeing the excitement in Old Jack's eyes, Tang Wuming said calmly: "Oh, great soul master."

Old Jack realized that Tang Wuming didn't seem to have a relative concept of a great soul master and didn't understand how powerful he was, so he quickly added: "Ahem, soul masters are divided into ten titles according to their own soul power. Each title It is divided into ten levels, and those who have just started are called: Soul Master. When your martial spirit reaches the eleventh level, you will enter the next title, which is Soul Master, and the Great Soul Master is the third title. "

"Similarly, after the Great Soul Master, there are Soul Lord, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and Titled Douluo. This is also the origin of the name Douluo Continent. Those above level ninety Titled Douluo can title themselves on their own, but you must know that not many people have arrived here."

Looking at Tang Wuming who nodded perfunctorily, Old Jack knew very well that this boy must have been confused. After all, the soul master was a relatively special existence in the eyes of ordinary people.

"I see." Tang San's excited voice came from behind Tang Wuming.

Looking back at Tang San holding the dish in his hand, Tang Wuming was a little surprised.

Is this silent pace like a ghost?

Old Jack left after giving a warning, and the house returned to normal again.

"Brother Wuming, we have to discuss the awakening ceremony with dad and see how he views it." Tang San's traditional thoughts were still deeply rooted.

"What's the point of asking? Don't wake him up, or you'll get scolded again." Tang Wuming immediately recalled the swelling and pain in his butt when he first tried to get close to the boss' father.

Tang Wuming and Tang Hao had been at odds since they were little, and Tang San had become the mediator between them.

The flattery was not done properly, and it hit the horse's leg. Tang Wuming, who was hit by the horse's hoof, rarely talked to Tang Hao, but the pain was inevitable as a result of every communication.

Compared to Tang San, after comparing Tang Wuming, Tang Hao was quite good to him. He not only taught Tang San how to blacksmith, but also occasionally gave him some pocket money.

In this regard, Tang Wuming pointed at Tang Hao and cursed that he was not his biological child every time, and the results could be imagined.

Tang San once thought that Tang Wuming's strength was due to the severe beatings he received from his father over many years.

For the sake of experiment, Tang San had the chance to follow Tang Wuming's example and provoke him once. No one at home cooked that night and everyone was hungry all night because Tang San was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.

After that, Tang San no longer dared to imitate Tang Wuming and touch Tang Hao's big nerves, and continued to be his obedient son.

In the afternoon, Tang San was blacksmithing at home as usual, while Tang Wuming went to the village to help Xiao San with his work from door to door, which was also his only source of income.

At home, Tang Hao was sitting on a chair, drinking and watching the mistress beating the scrap metal in her hand.

"You are not in a good state today, you are worried." Tang Hao's eyes were very vicious, and he could tell at a glance that Xiaosan's attention was not as focused as usual.

砰

After smashing the hammer, Xiao San breathed out, put down the hammer in his hand, turned around and looked at his slovenly father behind him and said: "Dad, Grandpa Jack came over today to talk to Brother Wuming and me about the awakening ceremony. I want to ask your opinion."

Tang Hao took another sip of wine and said slowly, "Haven't you all made a decision? Why are you still asking me?"

"Because you are our father..." Tang San did not continue, but just looked at Tang Hao quietly.

Tang Hao put down the bowl in his hand and said, "If I told you not to go, would you not go?"

"I...I know. After all, dad will definitely not harm us, right?" Tang San hesitated at first, then confirmed.

"Your brother won't think like this, forget it... you go ahead, maybe you won't become a soul master yet, why do you think so much." Tang Hao didn't know whether he meant this to Tang San or to himself. of.

After receiving his father's affirmation, Tang San felt very relieved, and the hammer in his hand struck harder.