Warriors of Douluo World

early morning.

It was just dawn.

Near Holy Soul Village, a thin figure appeared at the foot of a hill only a hundred meters high.

The little boy was about five or six years old. He had neat short black hair. The gray cloth clothes he wore had rough edges and several patches on them, but they were washed very clean.

It is very difficult for a child of this age to climb a hundred-meter-high hill.

However, his steps were light and he quickly reached the top of the mountain.

The little boy faced the east and sat on a big rock. His eyes were fixed on the increasingly bright white fish belly on the horizon, and his breathing through his mouth and nose formed a cycle.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he took in a wisp of purple energy that suddenly appeared.

Then he concentrated and started refining.

What he didn't know was that two or three meters next to him, Li An was observing him with interest.

"Absorbing the ray of purple energy produced when the sun is born and alternating between black and white, the Purple Demon Eye is somewhat subtle, while the Xuantian Technique is relatively ordinary."

"Without the step of refining the essence to strengthen the body, we directly practice qi, so that the inner qi that is developed is extremely weak, like a premature baby. Naturally, it cannot break the shackles of the rules of this world. No wonder every level of perfection will create bottlenecks and needs. Only by absorbing the soul ring can you make a breakthrough."

"This can be regarded as a compromise between the martial arts system and this world. Since being forceful won't work, we can only try our best to adapt. To put it bluntly, the martial arts system in his previous life was too low-level."

"In his previous life, the Tang Sect was among the top sects, and a large part of it was due to various powerful hidden weapons."

"Calculating it this way, that world should belong to a medium martial world, which is relatively strong. However, it is still some distance away from the real high martial arts world, or it is formed by the gradual degradation of the high martial arts world."

"If it were a low-martial world, martial arts skills should be more severely suppressed by the rules of this world. It is estimated that they can only play a supporting role..."

Li An looked at Tang San thoroughly.

He exudes faint mental fluctuations, and those with insufficient cultivation will subconsciously ignore him.

After a while, Tang San finished his attack.

An excited expression appeared on his face: "I started practicing when I was one year old, and it has been more than four years now. I have finally mastered the first level of Xuantian Kung to perfection!"

"Perhaps we should take some time to create some hidden weapons so that the Tang Sect's hidden weapons can shine in this world!"

"I can even build my own Tang Sect in this world!"

Hey!

Look at this anger!

No wonder he will grow into a big boss in the future!

This makes it even more impossible to let him go.

Li An thought, since Tang San had perfected the first level of Xuantian Gong, the next step would be to hit a bottleneck and die.

That's the best time to abduct him.

Tang San didn't know that he had been targeted a long time ago, so he took up the ghost shadow and quickly descended the hill.

He also wants to ask his father to get up and eat.

What an unlucky child.

Back home, Tang San stepped on a small stool and scooped out two bowls of porridge from the pot. He said it was porridge, but in fact he could even count the rice grains at the bottom of the bowl. It would be more appropriate to call it rice soup.

"Dad, it's time to eat!"

Tang San shouted.

After a while, the inner door curtain opened, and a decadent middle-aged man smelling of alcohol walked out.

He picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it all in one go, without fear of burning it, and then put the bowl on the stove without saying a word, with his eyelids drooping, signaling Tang San to serve him another bowl.

When he picked up the fourth bowl of gruel.

Suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he raised his head to look out the door, full of temperament.

Tang San felt this change particularly clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

It seems like someone is peeping, is it an illusion... Tang Hao's eyes flashed with doubts, he put down the porridge bowl and said: "I'm going out for a while, please stay at home and don't run around outside."

After saying that, he strode out of the room.

"Got it, Dad..."

Before Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao had already walked far away. He was holding the bowl, his face a little lonely, but he soon became excited again.

"I already have a family and a father!"

Finished another bowl of porridge.

Tang San poured out the remaining porridge and left it for Tang Hao, washed the pots and bowls, and then continued to practice the Xuantian Technique.

The first level of Xuantian Kung is easy to break through.

Those with good qualifications can reach the second level in three or two days, while those with average or worse qualifications can overcome this bottleneck in less than half a month as long as they work hard.

the other side.

Tang Hao has arrived near the hill.

With eyes like a hawk, he searched around but found nothing and left immediately.

After the uninvited guests left, the area returned to a quiet state. The chirping of birds, the chirping of insects, and the rustle of the leaves in the breeze formed a harmonious symphony.

About 10 minutes passed.

Tang Hao's figure appeared again.

"I have been living in seclusion here for five years. If I were discovered, I would not be able to wait until today. It seems that I am too worried."

Then he raised his head again, looked at the sky, his eyes became slightly moist, and murmured: "Third sister, are you looking at me in the sky?"

After wiping away a handful of bitter tears, Tang Hao slowly walked down the hill, leaving behind a decadent figure.

Another half hour passed.

Under a big tree, the air was slightly distorted, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

Ang Lee put away the seven triangular flags.

"Except for a few soul masters with spiritual attributes, some other soul masters are really rough in the use of mental power, and the same is true for Titled Douluo."

"This soul master system, tsk tsk..."

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

It was another early morning, and Tang San was sitting on the hill, frowning with a disappointed expression on his face.

"Why not?"

"Even if my qualifications are extremely poor, there should be signs of breakthrough after such a long time."

"My qualifications in my previous life were also not very good, and I also missed the best training stage. Even so, it took me half a month to break through the first level of Xuantian Gong..."

"It's not your problem!"

"not me……"

Tang San trembled all over, jumped up suddenly, picked up a stone from the ground and clasped it in the palm of his hand, then used the skill of flicking an arrow to hit the place where the sound came from.

This is a completely instinctive reaction.

He regretted it after Shitou took action.

It's not about hurting innocent people.

Tang Sect disciples act based on their preferences, and the so-called good and evil are actually relatively vague in their eyes.

What he was afraid of was that he would be killed if he made the other party angry!

Since the other party can appear next to him quietly, it means that the other party's cultivation level is far better than his own.

It doesn't matter if he dies, the key is that he still has his father.

He is just an ordinary blacksmith!

Although he is not very kind to himself, he drinks all day long and needs to take care of himself...

But he is his father after all, his only relative in the world.

At this moment, Tang San, who was short of love, thought a lot.

When he raised his head, his purple pupils shrank slightly, and he was shocked.

I saw a stone as big as an egg stagnant in mid-air, spinning constantly, as if blocked by some invisible force. The stone's rotational speed became lower and lower, and finally lost power and fell to the ground with a thud.

The stone was three feet away from the man!

The inner energy is three feet away from the body, and it can block stones that are no less powerful than ordinary arrows. With this kind of cultivation, the elders in the sect can only do this, right?

At this moment, Tang San's whole body was cold...