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"Tang Tang is so good, he will definitely surpass grandpa and become a soul master in the future." Old Jack said with a smile on his face.

Tangtang: ""

If I were that good, I could just go back to the drawing board and recreate it, so what else would I need to practice?

Asking them to be prepared and come to pick them up in three days, Old Jack glanced at Tang Hao and saw that he was still banging on his iron block. He felt angry and left with a cold face.

If I ignore you again, I will be nothing more than a carrot.

"Father." Tang San called out.

"What's wrong?" Tang Hao looked impatient.

Seeing the coldness in his father's eyes, Tang San swallowed the words he was about to blurt out, lowered his head and went back to his room to continue practicing blacksmithing.

As night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao left his bowls and chopsticks behind and went to Lao Wang's place next door for a drink as a habit. This was like a routine for him, and it had been like this for almost six years.

Tang San was still practicing blacksmithing after dinner. Ever since he and Tang Hao learned how to blacksmith that day, he had been doing this, blacksmithing, training, recovery, blacksmithing, training, recovery.

Tang Tang went to sleep happily alone. In this wonderful time and such a beautiful night, wouldn't it be a pity not to sleep?

Three days passed quickly, and Tang San would go to the top of the mountain to do his routine homework every morning, even if it was meaningless.

Not only that, he also took Tang Tang along and taught Tang Tang how to practice the Purple Demon Eye. But no matter how much Tang Tang wanted to do it, he never taught Tang Tang the route of the Xuantian Kung Fu.

Tang Tang had no choice but to meet a brother with feudal ideas. He wanted to practice diligently but he didn't have the skills to practice.

I'm having such a hard time.

"Xiaotang Mistress, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith shop on time. Perhaps because he was still angry with Tang Hao, he didn't even enter the door this time.

After hearing this, Tang Tang dropped his job and ran away, while Tang San glanced at his father and cleared away the dishes on the table.

"Go, don't delay cooking for lunch." Tang Hao said coldly.

Tang San agreed, and after putting away the dishes, walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Under the leadership of Old Jack, the three of them came to the Wuhun Hall in the center of the village. Of course, the so-called Wuhun Hall was just a larger wooden house.

Because everyone has a martial soul, and every year there are children awakening the martial soul, so the power of the Wuhun Palace spreads to every corner of the continent, allowing everyone to perform the awakening ceremony.

This also shows the strength of Wuhun Palace.

This year there were nine children in Holy Soul Village undergoing martial soul awakening, and Tang San and Tang Tang were the last to arrive.

Most of the children in the village did not play with Tangtang and Tang San. The mentality of hating the poor and loving the rich existed everywhere.

In fact, Tang San won't play like a child because of his mental condition. As for Tang Tang, a bunch of brats, I don't want to take you to play, you are childish.

In addition to the village chief and the nine children who were present, there was another person in the house.

This is a young man, about 20 years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is very good-looking. He is dressed in white and has a black cloak on his back. In the center of his chest, there is a word "hun" the size of an adult's fist, which symbolizes martial arts. The identity of a direct member of the palace.

He wears a badge on his left chest, with three long swords standing crossed on it. People like Jack who are very familiar with soul masters know that this person is a level 20 soul master and a second-level battle soul master.

"Hello, respected Spirit Master, I have to trouble you again this time." Old Jack saluted the young man respectfully.

The young man was already over 20 levels at such an age. He felt a little arrogant and bowed slightly in return.

"I don't have much time, let's start now."

Old Jack admitted it and said to the children behind him: "Children, this is the fighting spirit master from Notting City. Next, he will guide you to activate the fighting spirit. Don't be naughty and cooperate well. The master is awakening his martial soul, and grandpa hopes that you can become a soul master."

"Okay, you said the same thing last year. Is it really that easy to become a soul master? I have been through six villages and there is not a single person with soul power." The young man said impatiently.

Old Jack sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Yes, only people from large sects are most likely to become soul masters, and ordinary people like us have really poor qualifications."

Seeing Old Jack walking out of the Spirit Hall lonely, the young man's eyes fell on the children in front of him. He had already memorized the process that had been carried out thousands of times.

"The children stood in a row and came one by one."

Nine children stood in a row, with Tang San and Tang Tang at the back. Due to poor nutrition, they were thinner than other children of the same age.

The young man smiled and said: "My name is Su Yuntao, a level 26 great soul master. I am your leader. Now I will awaken your martial souls one by one. Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

As he spoke, Su Yuntao opened the package on the table next to him and took out two things from it, six jet black stones and a bright blue crystal ball.

Su Yuntao arranged six black stones into a hexagonal shape, then his eyes fell on the child in the first position and motioned for him to stand among them.

Everything that happened next was very simple. The first few children all rushed to the street, either with useless martial souls or with zero soul power.

The disappointment in Su Yuntao's eyes grew heavier and heavier. He was far away from the task assigned to him by the Wuhun Palace every year to awaken ten soul masters.

After waiting for almost a cup of tea, it was finally the turn of the two brothers Tang Tang and Tang San. They looked at each other, and as the older brother, Tang San stepped forward.

Without Su Yuntao opening his mouth, Tang San had already stood in the center of the six black stones. As Su Yuntao's soul power was injected into it, a faint golden light began to shine.

Warmth, this was how Tang San felt at this moment, his whole body felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, feeling indescribably comfortable.

With the injection of Su Yuntao's soul power, Tang San's internal force of Xuantian Technique fluctuated slightly, and then something seemed to be broken. The internal force of Xuantian Technique naturally entered the second level, and a cool breath flowed down his arms. He pointed his palm towards Tang San.

Tang San subconsciously raised his right hand, and a light blue light flashed out. It was a blue grass martial spirit.

Blue silver grass, standard useless martial spirit.

Su Yuntao's face was full of helplessness. He was another useless martial soul. It seemed that his trip was going to be in vain again today.

Only Tang Tang noticed that in Tang San's left hand, a dark and glowing small hammer flashed away.

Are these Blue Silver Grass and Haotian Hammer? Tang Tang looked excited.

History has not changed. Even if he traveled through time, Tang San was still the same Tang San, the peerless prodigy with twin martial spirits, the future Poseidon and Shura God.

But what will his martial spirit be? Tang Tang stood in the center of the six black stones with excitement.