My martial spirit in Douluo is Kunpeng

Ever since the eagle crashed into the big stone at the door, the stone in the blacksmith shop has become a spirit.

Every day at around 12 noon, a black hawk would fly over the Holy Soul Village, spread its wings, swoop down, and hit the stone at the door of the blacksmith shop.

The eagle and the stone came into close contact, and sparks of love arose, but the eagle didn't last long enough and died before it could get in.

Over and over again, the cycle continues.

A month later.

Tang Hao looked at the big stone in front of his house, the decadence hidden in his eyes was more suspicious, confused, and numb.

He looked up at the sky. There were white clouds in the sky and the sun was shining brightly. A black hawk circled in the sky, turned several times, and swooped down.

Howl~

An eagle cry spread throughout the Holy Soul Village, and the black eagle ended the bird's life.

Tang Hao walked over, picked up the eagle carcass, skillfully plucked the feathers, removed the internal organs, and hung it on the eaves of the back room.

On the eaves, more than twenty birds with their feathers and internal organs removed were hanging, swaying in the wind.

In front of the window, a little boy with black hair, about one year old, looked surprised and said: "Dad, this stone can't be a monster."

"No." Tang Hao Lazy Yangyang responded, raised his eyelids, looked at a little boy with light blue short hair and a pair of light blue eyes on the bed, and said: "Take care of Tang Shi, I'll go out."

"Okay, Dad." Tang San said.

Tang Hao left, carrying five pieces of dried meat to exchange for wine.

Time flies, spring goes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

Holy Soul Village, at the top of the west hill, the Blacksmith Bird Shop.

A long queue blocked the door, and a group of people took money to buy meat. A group of children around three or four years old were chasing each other in the yard, with happy smiles on their faces.

"It costs five copper soul coins to make farm tools, fresh bird meat, one copper soul coin per pound, don't make any noise, don't make any noise, we have it all!" Tang Hao impatiently knocked on the board, holding a kitchen knife, behind him He took out a plucked eagle, pointed it at the chest, and chopped it off with a knife.

"Five kilograms, give me the money." Tang Hao tried the weight, threw it casually to an old man in front of the board, turned around and took out another feathered bird.

Children were playing and playing. A little boy with light blue hair and light blue eyes, about three years old, was lying on the roof with a piece of blue silver grass in his mouth, basking in the sun. He was out of tune with these children.

"Two years have passed, and my system dad hasn't come yet." Tang Shi sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

During the past two years, he didn't know how many times he called the system grandpa, and even tried various methods to activate the system, such as beating Tang San and being beaten by Tang San, but there was no sound from the system.

No one really thinks that without a system and without opening a plug-in, they can go sideways in Douluo.

That's fiction, and this is reality.

And Tang Shi is not a crab. He just wants an immortal system, even if he keeps trying.

"The system is unreliable, and Tang San is unreliable. He can only rely on himself. Also, is Tang Hao my father?" Tang Shi thought lazily. Since the system hasn't come back for a long time, he can only rely on himself to become stronger. Staying alive.

For a while, the wind and waves are calm; for a lifetime, the sea and sky are bright.

How can one live without being scrupulous?

A head suddenly blocked the sun. Tang Shi raised his eyelids, turned over, continued to bask in the sun, and said: "Mistress, go cook, I'm hungry."

The person who came was none other than Tang San. He came down from the back mountain after practicing the Xuantian Technique.

Tang San lay down, looked at the dusk on the horizon, and said slowly, "I am your brother, don't call me mistress, call me brother."

Since Tang San could cook by himself, Tang Hao never took care of Tang San again.

He would still take care of Tang Shi, but last month Tang Shi asked Tang Hao, are you my father, and did you pick me up, two questions related to Tang Shi's life experience.

After hearing the black line, Tang Hao left home without finishing his meal. He took the wine and left home. He came back three days later and started a business of selling birds.

The next day, around eight o'clock in the morning.

Tang Shi got up early, ate something casually, walked out of the door, and started to become stronger.

It's better to just run and exercise.

Only with a strong body can you survive better.

At first, Tang Shi just wanted to run two laps around the Holy Soul Village to exercise, but after running five and five laps, his speed increased instead of decreasing. He was surprised to find that he had plenty of energy, no asthma, and sore feet. Pain and weakness.

You know, there are more than 300 households in Shenghun Village, which is a full three kilometers in one lap.

For an adult, running a few laps wouldn't be enough. Even a level 20 soul master with stronger physical strength than an adult might not be able to stand ten laps or thirty kilometers.

"Could this be my golden finger?" Tang Shi thought as she trotted all the way, her eyes gradually brightening, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Soon, his smile gradually stiffened.

It is a good thing to exercise and strengthen your body, but this is Douluo Continent. No matter how good your physical strength is, no matter how strong your body is, when others use martial arts, you will be no different from a mortal.

At most, they are just mortals who are a little better than mortals.

How can mortals survive in the Douluo world where the strong are respected and the weak eat the strong?

It’s impossible to survive, I can’t even survive, so what use do I need this physical strength?

"No, my body must be trained. Even if I can't activate my martial soul at the age of six and become a soul master, I can still make money, make guns and cannons, and get an atomic bomb to protect me, so that I can survive better." Tang Shi had clear thoughts and firm eyes. stand up.

Although he didn't know the principles of an atomic bomb or how to make one, it didn't bother him. He could make an empty shell and fill it with a large amount of nitroglycerin.

Nitroglycerin, also known as dynamite, since the soul master's path cannot be taken, then let's take the scientific path.

Chemistry is the most precise science. It takes just a few minutes to explode. I was furious and unsatisfied. I took out a lighter and lit it.

After thirty-four laps, Tang Shi gradually stopped running. His breathing was rapid, his rosy face turned slightly pale, and a layer of sweat broke out on his body. He sucked in the air and said: "Thirty-four laps, 102 kilometers, this is what I am doing now." It’s the limit.”

After wiping the sweat from his forehead and covering his eyes with his light blue hair, Tang Shi looked up at the high sun. It was already noon.

In the blue sky, a black eagle flew from a distance.

The black hawk hovered in the air, turned several times, and swooped down.

Howl~

The cry of the eagle spread throughout the Holy Soul Village, and the farmers working in the fields couldn't help but look up at the sky, with an unconcealable look of envy in their eyes.

Two years ago, a black hawk crashed and died on the big rock at the door of Xishantou Blacksmith Shop. From then on, every day at noon, regardless of wind or rain, a black hawk flew from afar and ended its life on the big rock.

The villagers discussed it and said that the stone was a spiritual stone. As long as they moved it home, they would have meat to eat every day.

Tang Hao accepted a gold soul coin that the village had scraped together, said nothing, and agreed to the villagers moving away.

As a result, the next day, the black hawk flew over and did not hit the big rock. Instead, it hovered over the blacksmith shop for a long time. Finally, it fell upside down, with its head buried in the soil at the door of the blacksmith shop, and kicked off with its hind legs. Bird life.