Douluo's full-time God of War

Chapter 12 Tang Hao Swears Out
Old Jack was extremely disappointed, it is impossible for a book to become a weapon!
After leaving the Wuhun Temple, Su Yuntao burst into tears, tears of jealousy, until after he walked out of the Holy Soul Village, he laughed wantonly.

"I'm drunk too. The two talents are full of soul power. Why didn't such a talent appear in someone like me! The tears are all suffocating for me, and I can't help laughing arrogantly. Fortunately, it's just two people. A useless martial spirit."

"Hahaha……"

Ling Feng patted Tang San on the shoulder, "Don't worry, our brothers are not waste spirits, come smoke a cigarette to calm the shock."

"The master is talking about you two?" Old Jack asked.

Tang San said: "Yes, it's me and Brother Feng."

Old Jack walked out of the Wuhun Temple silently.

"What's the matter, old man?"

"There are two innate soul powers in our village, but it's a pity that the martial soul is not satisfactory."

"As long as you have soul power, you can also become a soul master. My child doesn't have a martial soul yet. Let's go, let's go back to sleep."

Old Jack: "."

Seeing that old Jack was hesitant, Aunt Wang directly lifted his shoulder with one hand, and he was dragged away alive.

Ling Feng and Tang San were in the Wuhun Hall, smoking one cigarette after another. The main reason was that Tang San was a little frustrated, and it was not easy for Ling Feng to tell him directly that his Wuhun was a top-level existence, and finally achieved a positive result. But the Blue Silver Emperor.

I can only smoke a few more cigarettes with Tang San.

The two of them stayed inside for more than two hours before going home with their shoulders linked.

Ling Feng used to go directly to Tang San's house for dinner, because old Jack always left early and returned late, and most of them didn't go home in between.

crunch.

As soon as the door was opened, Tang Hao was already sitting at the table.

Seeing Tang San and Ling Feng coming back together, he quickly vacated his seat.

"Xiaofeng, hurry up and give me two cigarettes."

"Give."

Ling Feng simply took out a pack from his pocket and handed it to him, there were still seven sticks in it.

Tang Hao opened the box and took a look. He couldn't wait to take out one, light it up and take a puff. He has fallen in love with the taste now, and he always feels empty without the worry-free smoke.

After smoking enough, Tang Hao glanced at his son, "Little San, what is your martial spirit?"

Tang San said: "Father, it's Blue Silver Grass, the master said it's a waste spirit."

"Blue Silver Grass?" For some unknown reason, Tang Hao, who had always been indifferent, trembled when he heard these three words, and a special light shone in his eyes.

Perhaps to cover up his desolate mood, he directly lit two cigarettes, stuffed them into his mouth, and inhaled heavily.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, I smoked too hard and was suffocated by a large amount of smoke.

I saw a little bit of smoke coming out of my ears.

"Fuck!"

Ling Feng suddenly panicked.

After calming down, Tang Hao put his hands on Tang San's shoulders, "It's okay, just abolish the martial soul, just stay at home and cook for me."

Ling Feng's face was full of black lines. Grandpa Jack should have been in charge of this matter, but now it can only fall on him.

"Uncle, I think no matter what kind of martial spirit you are willing to cultivate, you can have a place in the Douluo Continent. If you can't win a place in the Douluo Continent, the reason is very simple, that is, you are not strong enough."

"If you are not strong enough, then you are not qualified to protect the one you love, and you can only regret it in the end."

"An ordinary life is only suitable for those who don't pursue waste materials. After all, Xiaosan is born with full soul power. If you ask him to cook for you, isn't it a waste?"

Tang Hao's eyes widened suddenly, indeed, if he was strong enough back then, he wouldn't be unable to protect his beloved woman.

This is all caused by not being strong enough.

"Little San, release your martial spirit to me."

Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, and a small blue grass appeared in his palm.

Tang Hao stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, lost his mind for a while, and after a long time, he murmured: "It's really the same as her."

At this moment, Tang Hao's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, he stood up and wanted to walk into the room.

"Little San still has a hammer."

In desperation, Ling Feng couldn't help roaring.

Tang San's face was full of surprise, how did Brother Feng know that I still have a martial spirit?

But even Ling Feng had already said it out, Tang San didn't hide anything anymore, raised his left hand to condense his soul power, and a hammer appeared in the heart of his left hand.

It was a black hammer, which looked like a shrunken casting hammer. On the surface of the hammer, there seemed to be streamers of light, coiled with faint patterns.

The hammer was a bit heavy, Tang San persisted for a few seconds, and his arms involuntarily drooped down.

"This, this is." Tang Hao hugged Tang San excitedly, tears bursting out of his eyes, "Twin Wuhun. It turned out to be twin Wuhun. Son, he is really my good son."

The father and son hugged each other for a long time before they slowly let go.

"I said, you two stop showing off, can you cook first?" Ling Feng hated such a nasty scene the most.

Tang Hao let go of Tang San in embarrassment, his old face flushed slightly and he sat back at the table with an incomparably calm expression.

"Xiaofeng, what is your martial spirit?"

Ling Feng said: "My martial soul is a book, full of soul power innately."

Tang Hao frowned: "Show me."

Ling Feng nodded and raised his right hand, a book appeared out of thin air, and the four words "Full-time God of War" on the book cover radiated golden light.

"This, this is." Tang Hao was so excited that he couldn't speak, and he calmed down his excitement after a few seconds, and said, "It turned out to be a full-time martial soul?"

I have seen in the classics that there is no one in the entire Douluo Continent who is a full-time soul master.

When Tang Hao said the other part of the Wuhun department, Ling Feng was even more surprised. Titled Douluo deserved to be a Titled Douluo, and his knowledge was too extensive.

Unexpectedly, all the full-time Wuhuns given by the system would know.

"Father, what is a full-time martial spirit?" Tang San asked.

Tang Hao said lightly: "Full-time martial souls can learn the soul skills of other soul masters. For example, if you have ten soul skills, and among these ten soul skills, they can be auxiliary-type soul skills, or you can learn the soul skills of other soul masters. It can be a strong attack type soul skill."

"The full-time martial soul is a martial soul that cannot exist in the entire Douluo Continent, but now it has appeared. From its rarity, we can know the power of this martial soul."

"Xiaofeng, I suggest that you focus on supporting the first three soul skills, and you can deploy the latter ones yourself, depending on your own situation."

"But it's a pity, it would be better if you have twin martial souls, especially if you have a weapon martial soul, the future is absolutely limitless." Tang Hao sighed.

Ling Feng showed an evil smile, raised his left hand, and opened it slightly.

"Uncle, look."

Tang Hao stared, opened his mouth and said:
"Fuck!"

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