Douluo Dalu

The third chapter of today is coming, so I have trouble collecting and recommending.

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Tang San sent away the old Jack, and his heart was somewhat lost. After all, the soul ring that Su Yuntao said may be related to his Xuan Tiangong breakthrough. But he did not show it. He believes that there are still opportunities.

Slowly walking back to the blacksmith shop, Tang Yan was surprisingly not going back to the room to continue to sleep, but sitting in a chair and closing his eyes.

"Dad, go back to the room and sleep for a while, I am going to prepare lunch."

Tang Hao still closed his eyes and said faintly: "Do you feel disappointed too? Do you want to be a soul teacher?"

Tang San stunned. "It's okay, Dad, it's good to be a blacksmith. It can feed us. You didn't promise me, would you teach me to build a farm implement?"

Tang Yan slowly opened his eyes. From his eyes, Tang San saw the excitement. Unconsciously, Tang Yu’s right fist was already tight, and there was already an extremely cold breath on the old face. What is the use of the teacher? The soul teacher is not only a waste martial arts soul, even the most powerful martial arts, what is the use of the most powerful soul teacher? But it is waste."

Tang Yan’s emotions were very excited, his body was shaking, and between the vague, Tang San saw a little crystal in his father’s eyes.

Running over, Tang San took Tang Yan’s fist. “Dad, don’t be angry. I don’t want to be a soul teacher. I have been with you and cooking for you.”

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yan’s excitement came quickly, and he went quickly. He said: “Let me release your martial arts.”

"Good." Tang nodded three times and raised his right hand. Xuantian Gong was quietly motivated in his body. He felt that the special heat flow and Xuantiangong merged into one. The faint blue light appeared in his palm, in an instant. In between, a blue grass has appeared.

Looking at the blue silver grass in the hands of Tang San, Tang Yan lost his life for a while, and gradually recovered. The light in his eyes was vomiting and whispered: "Blue silver grass, it is blue silver grass. It is the same as her. ”

Suddenly, Tang Yan fiercely stood up and turned and walked in the middle. The sudden movement almost caused Tang San in front of him to fall, and the blue silver grass martial arts in his hand also disappeared on his own.

"father."

Tang Yan waved his hand impatiently. "Don't quarrel me." Then he opened the curtain and entered the room.

"But, I still have a martial art." Tang San still said that today's Wushen awakened after his own uniqueness. This is a question he did not ask Su Yuntao and Jack. After all, those are just outsiders.

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[Tangmen Xuantianbao Record Master, Article 1: Never let people who cannot fully trust know how much your true strength is. 】

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Xuantianbao recorded Tang San has long been familiar with the heart, and absolutely insisted on the implementation of the general outline.

The curtain slammed open, and Tang Yan appeared again outside. At this time, his face was full of shocked expression. He could see that his eyes were red, and it seemed to be tears.

Tang San did not open his mouth, but raised his left hand like he had raised his right hand. This time, it was no longer a blue light. The faint black light sprang from his palm, and the brilliance instantly condensed, a strange Something appeared in his palm.

It is a black hammer with a handle. The hammer handle is about half a foot long. The hammer is a cylinder. It looks like a miniature version of the cast hammer. However, on the black surface of the hammer, there is a special Light, cylindrical hammer, coiled around a faint pattern.

I don't know why, when the hammer appeared in the hands of Tang San, the air in the whole room seemed to be somewhat suppressed, and Tang San could not bear the weight of the hammer. He could only hold him and his arm slowly drooped. His face has become a little pale.

Unlike the blue silver grass that almost does not need to consume Xuan Tiangong, this black small hammer appeared to absorb almost all the internal forces of Tang San. He can only barely control himself to grip the hammer handle. Although it seems that the hammer is small, in fact, it weighs far more than the casting hammer.

"This, this is..." Tang Yan came to Tang San almost a step, grabbed his hand holding the hammer and brought it to himself. Tang Yan’s hand was very powerful, at least now Tang San no longer feels The hammer has such a heavy load on his arm.

When Tang Yan’s hand held his hand, a warm blood connection made Tang’s heart feel comfortable. “Dad, what's wrong?”

Looking at the black little hammer, the excitement that disappeared before appeared again in Tang Yan’s eyes. "The twin martial arts. It turned out to be a twin martial arts. Son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Yan opened his powerful arms and held Tang San tightly into his arms.

Tang Yan's chest is very wide, perhaps because of the long-time blacksmith's reasons, although he seems to be lazy on the surface, but his muscles are not reduced because of the years, his arms are very warm. The sense of security brought by the fatherly love is irreplaceable by anything else.

"Dad." Tang San was a bit stunned. In his memory, this seems to be the first time Tang Yin embraced him like this.

The small hammer on his hand seems to be getting more and more heavy. Although Tang San likes the warmth brought by this kind of fatherly love, he does not want the hammer to get rid of his father.

"Dad, I have to hold on." Tang San could not help but say.

Tang Yan loosened his arms and "retracted."

Wuguang disperses and the weight disappears. Tang San’s heart is very strange. It is obviously a hammer formed by a special force in his own Xuan Tiangong mixture, but why can’t he take it? What surprised him even more was the seven-seventh that his internal force actually consumed after summoning the small hammer.