Douluo mainland black gold ancient knife

"Young master, have you ever heard of the random cloak hammering technique?" the fifth elder asked thoughtfully.

Xiao Yan nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"The Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique is our Haotian Sect's unique skill. If you practice it to the extreme, you can swing several 81 hammers without interruption. The power of each hammer will increase compared with the previous one. According to legend, even if you are a true god, You can't withstand the last blow of the 81 hammers. Our elders discussed and gave you half a year to learn this hammering technique. If you can't learn it, your surname must be changed back. In this case, will the young master still agree?"

Tang Xiao's pupils shrank after hearing this. This was simply an impossible task. Even if they had been training since childhood, it would still take at least a year to achieve success.

The fifth elder's intention must be that Xiao Yan should learn the master within half a year.

Xiao Yan had no choice.

But you must know that Tang San still trained for another nine months despite having a basic foundation.

The ancestral hall is on the other side of the square. The whole hall is not big, and the decoration is always strong and simple.

Tang Xiao led the way, and the moment Xiao Yan walked into the threshold of the ancestral hall, a voice came from the system.

"Ding, the mission of reaching Haotian Ancestral Hall is completed. Reward: a piece of memory fragment."

[Name: Xiao Yan]

[Soul Power: Level 39]

[Martial Spirits: Imperial Flute, Haotian Hammer, Black Gold Ancient Sword]

[Soul skills: Si Wuxie, Thousands of Machines to Kill, Prison.Explosive Ring X3】

[Skills: Heartless Palm, Lingbo Weibu, Six Aohan Techniques, Candle Dragon Gaze, Amaterasu. 】

[Others: Kirin]

Xiao Yan looked at the [Others] item, and his anger immediately came up. What kind of system, Xiao Lin has transformed now, is he still here?

"Yan'er, kneel down." Tang Xiao stared at the rows in the ancestral hall and said in a serious voice.

……

When I returned to the room where I stayed yesterday, I felt that the moon and stars had already faded.

My door and roof have been repaired.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at the memory fragments in his mind, hesitated for a while and opened it.

Dust filled the sky, and the roar of horses resounded throughout the earth. Bright armors emitted dazzling light in this somewhat dim place, war drums were beating, and dense red long tassels and black long tassels were lined up on both sides of an open space. .

Xiao Yan took a breath of air-conditioning, ancient battlefield?Two armies confronting each other?

I almost had trypophobia.

His golden pupils opened to their brightest, and he kept passing all kinds of people, hoping to see that lonely figure.

After a while the dust dispersed, Xiao Yan finally saw him.

"Hey, idols are so brave!"

A small black dot was walking in the middle of the generals' confrontation. The direction of advancement was different from the direction in which the two armies were facing each other.This little black dot is him.

His direction determined that he would not collide with the two armies, but it seemed impossible for him to get out safely.

There was another drum beating, and a square formation in the black-tasseled army suddenly rose with countless lights.

Xiao Yan was shocked again. Nearly a thousand soul masters activated their martial souls at the same time.

Then the party with the long red tassel also started to activate the martial spirit.

Xiao Yan was a little anxious this time. The man in the middle was still walking slowly. Don't find this way if you want to die. This is the kind of death without a complete body.

Although Xiao Yan knew that he could not die.He won't die.

Before I saw how he left in the end, the scene began to transform and break.

Just when Xiao Yan thought this fragment was about to end, the entire field of vision stabilized again.

In a small alley paved with bluestones, a leaf fell on the head of a man. He sat on a strange rock and leaned against an ancient tree. It was rare that he did not wear the blue hooded hat, revealing his slightly longer hair. He has short black hair, half-closed eyes, and holds an ancient black gold sword.

In front of him was a little boy with big eyes who was looking at him intently. The little boy had snow-white skin and looked innocent.But he was wearing the formal attire of a palace prince.

The feeling given to Xiao Yan was that the bad kid from there broke this scene abruptly and wanted to kill him.

The man under the tree opened his eyes and saw the child in front of him, and suddenly there were some ripples in his eyes like dead water.

Xiao Yan couldn't sit still after seeing it.

"Fuck!"

But with this sound, Xiao Yan had completely woken up.

Could it be that Zhang Qiling mistook this poor kid for Wu Xie?

Xiao Yan shook his head, it was definitely not the case, even if he had apathy, it would not be possible.

Xiao Yan summoned the ancient black gold sword and wiped it with a rag for a while. Looking at the brightened golden dark lines, he couldn't help but sigh. What is the purpose of these lines?

After calming down, he made up his mind that if that little brat was still alive now, he would definitely beat him up.

However, Xiao Yan would never have imagined that when he saw the little broken boy, he would be so helpless and careless.

When the sky was slightly bright, he had already arrived at the place Tang Xiao mentioned yesterday.

Tang Xiao took him into a room.

Ok………

Blacksmith's room.

Xiao Yan: "..." He is just a flute player, and this thing is really not suitable for him.

But he only resisted for a second in his heart.

Under Tang Xiao's words and deeds, Xiao Yan practiced without sleep for ten days.

When Xiao Yan came to this room ten days later, his feelings had changed. There was a sense of... intimacy.Like the feeling he gets when he sees an instrument.

The beauty between fire and water, force and force.

He can perfectly find the focus and forge a piece of iron filled with magazines to perfection.

The 81 hammer is actually a trivial matter, but using force is not that easy to master, especially for a powerful monster like Xiao Yan.Because his limits and endurance are unpredictable.

Xiao Yan swung the last blow and sweat began to fall from his forehead.

"Let's start the next stage." Tang Xiao's voice came from outside the door.

Xiao Yan put down the hammer, wiped his sweat, raised his hand and glanced at his slender white hand, which still had no clear joints, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His bloodline is really a good thing.

The two of them have arrived at the back mountain. The green here has obviously increased exponentially, and the air suddenly makes everyone's lungs open.

But as the two of them moved forward, Xiao Yan had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the sound of flowing water became louder and louder, the waterfall fell vertically from the cliff, and the sound of water hitting the rocks at high speed became more and more obvious.

Ping cliff turns into stone and thousands of valleys are thundered...

When Xiao Yan saw a smooth round stone under the waterfall, he turned his head and glanced at Tang Xiao.

This old guy seems to be a little gloating.

At some point, Tang Xiao had a hammer in his hand. Xiao Yan knew at a glance that it was the forging hammer he had been using every day for the past ten days.

Then, he threw it to Xiao Yan.

Tang Xiao said: "Swim over. Under the waterfall, there is a raised boulder. Stand on it and practice the hammering technique I teach you."

"Dad, why do I feel like you have some evil intentions?" Xiao Yan said casually while shaking the hammer.

"You brat, what are you doing with bad intentions? Go quickly, otherwise, in half a year, you will have my last name." Tang Xiao has completely let go after so many days. Whoever his son's surname is is not his son.

As for watching his son go through hard training, he felt like he was being avenged.