Douluo's opening Chihiro disease

[Please collect. 】

by the fire.

Tang Hao put his usual hammer on the ground, and the ground trembled slightly at this moment.

Tang Hao: "Pick it up and try it out first."

"it is good."

Tang Ji nodded.

Looking at the hammer in front of him, which was half taller than it, he didn't flinch in the slightest.He has now awakened his martial spirit, and there is inexhaustible power in his body.

It's just a hammer, it's easy.

"call!"

Tang Ji took a deep breath, put his hand on the handle of the hammer, exerted strength with his arm, and picked it up easily.

Tang Ji looked at the hammer in his hand and said, "It doesn't seem to be as heavy as I imagined!"

For a level 95 Title Douluo, it's just a hammer, how heavy can it be?

Seeing that Tang Ji picked up the hammer easily, Tang Hao nodded slightly, then saw a piece of refined iron placed in front of Tang Ji and said: "Hammer it, hammer it into the size of a palm."

"Oh!"

Tang Ji looked at the [-] centimeters of fine iron in front of him without any hesitation, and started to hammer it with the hammer. Now he has inexhaustible strength.

boom!

boom!

boom!

……

Hammer after hammer, Tang Hao pointed Tang Ji from time to time, but he also listened carefully to Tang Hao's advice.

Under Tang Hao's guidance, Tang Ji can be regarded as looking good, which makes Tang Hao very satisfied.

Tang Hao: "You continue hammering, I'm going to sleep."

talking.

Stretching, as if he was really sleepy, he walked towards the back room.

Tang Hao left.

Tang Ji didn't get lazy because of this, he knew that this was a test given to him by his adoptive father, and he couldn't let him down.

time flies.

Tang Ji stopped swinging the hammer, he didn't know how many times he swung it, and the fine iron in front of him became only the size of a palm.

At this time, Tang Ji also lived up to the "bravery" just now, panting heavily, with sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Finally it's all right."

Tang Ji put the hammer aside, he could already sense the collapse of his body and the weakness of his arms.Holding the fruits of his labor, he murmured, "I never thought, it's not as simple as I imagined!"

……

"Tang Hao."

Old Jack brought Tang San back at this time.

Hearing this voice, Tang Ji ran out quickly: "Grandpa Jack, Xiao San, you are back."

Tang Ji knew it.

Tang San and Old Jack went to the Spirit Hall for a test today.

Tang Ji came to Tang San's side and said: "How about Xiao San, what is your martial soul? How much is your soul power?"

in fact.

Tang Ji knew Tang San's martial spirit and spirit power well, but he still couldn't help but want to ask.

Tang San said: "Brother Ji, my martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and my soul power is innate full soul power."

"Innately full of soul power, wouldn't that be great."

Tang San was a little disappointed and said: "But my martial spirit is a waste spirit, or the kind of martial spirit that is so useless that it cannot be abandoned."

Tang Ji patted Tang San's shoulder and said: "Little San, this is your fault, useless martial soul? There is no waste martial soul in this world, there are only useless people."

"My martial soul is quite useless, it's just a mere winged martial soul, and I'm not too disappointed! We are already very lucky compared to many other people."

Old Jack heard the conversation between Tang Ji and Tang San, and nodded slightly: "That's right, Xiao Ji is right."

"Little San, don't be disappointed."

"Blue silver grass can also be cultivated."

"Ah."

Tang San nodded slightly.

That's right.

He Tang San was a man, how could he be defeated just like that?Abandoned martial soul?It doesn't exist, moreover, he also faintly sensed that there seemed to be a martial soul in his left hand.

Old Jack looked at Tang Ji at this time and said, "Xiao Ji, do you want to study at a formal Wuhun Academy?"

He had learned from Su Yuntao that although Tang Ji's martial soul was a bit crippled, he was still born with full soul power.

Good cultivation, maybe in the future, there will be another soul saint in this holy soul village, that is the pride of their village!

Tang Ji said: "Grandpa Jack, you know the situation of our family. You have to ask your adoptive father about this."

"Ah."

Old Jack nodded slightly.

What's the situation at Tang Hao's house?

He knows.

Tang Hao is a blacksmith who forges iron, so it is obviously unrealistic to send two little guys to study at Wuhun Academy.

but.

Their village has places for work-study students, which can be arranged for Tang Ji and Tang San. Although there is only one, but in these years, no one in their village has been there. It is not unreasonable to arrange two places for work-study students at once. Can.

The round-trip travel expenses have been arranged in the village, and the only thing to consider now is whether this guy Tang Hao will let him go?

Thinking of Tang Hao.

Old Jack was so angry that he didn't fight anywhere, to see how good his two sons were, and to see Tang Hao like this.The anger in my heart.

Shouted towards the back room: "Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao!"

……

"What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf yet." Tang Hao came out of the back room cursing at this moment, and even picked his ears, looking impatient.

That's the time to put it aside.

If this had been put in the past, Tang Hao would have used the Clear Sky Hammer to easily make Old Jack a man.

When Old Jack saw Tang Hao coming out, he didn't beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Tang Hao, I'm going to let Tang Ji and Tang San go to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study. They will go as part-time students in the village. Got it. What do you think?"

Tang Hao didn't seem to hear what Old Jack said, he looked at Tang San, and asked: "Little San, have you awakened a martial spirit? What kind of martial spirit is it?"

Tang San: "Father, it's Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass..."

"Blue Silver Grass..."

Tang Hao murmured the three words "Blue Silver Grass", and his sleepy eyes became agitated.

"Little San, come here."

"dad."

Tang San approached Tang Hao.

In Tang San's view, his father was not a simple blacksmith, he was a blacksmith with a story.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San, and said seriously: "Little San, Dad asks you, do you want to become a soul master?"

"I think."

Tang San nodded, without hesitation and unusually firm.

Tang Hao: "But Xiaosan, your martial spirit is blue silver grass. This is a waste martial spirit, a waste of waste. Even if you are lucky enough to become a soul master, your future achievements will be limited."

Before Tang San could reply, Tang Ji said bluntly: "Father, what you said is wrong. There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters."

"My martial soul is just a winged martial soul. I still haven't given up on becoming a soul master."

Tang Hao looked at Tang Ji, and it was hard to imagine that this was said by a six-year-old child.

How much he wanted to tell Tang Ji at this moment, are you the Winged Wuhun of waste?You are a god-level martial soul.

Simultaneously.

Tang Hao also knew that his son's martial soul was blue silver grass, but it was the blue silver emperor, and among the blue silver grass was the emperor.

It is simply not comparable to ordinary blue silver grass.