Douluo's dragon fist

Chapter 36

Notting Spirit Hall, inside the testing hall.

The hall was once again filled with golden light.

"This is impossible!"

Su Yuntao's eyes stared like copper bells, full of suspicion.

A six-year-old child whose soul power has surpassed his own? !

After all, Machino is over eighty years old, and he has seen a lot, so he is still calm.

Although his face was calm, his heart was extremely shocked.

Five years ago, something shocked the entire Douluo Continent.

The same six-year-old child was tested to have an innate soul power of level [-]!
The child is still a girl.

The martial soul she possesses is a legendary super martial soul, the top martial soul in the whole Douluo Continent whose quality is closest to that of a god.

Seraphim.

This girl is Qian Renxue, the child of former Wuhundian Pope Chihiro Ji and current Pope Bibidong.

Such a unique talent can really be called a genius among geniuses, and a monster among monsters.

Now, here is a soul power that has reached level [-].

He Qi actually didn't want to either.

Because in the battle with Xiao Chenyu, he did have a faint feeling of breaking through the bottleneck, so he wanted to come to the Hall of Spirits to test his own soul power.

Unexpectedly, this test frightened the two of them.

In fact, it wasn't just the two of them. What they didn't know was that there was a girl standing outside the hall.

It is also to test the soul power.

Because she is a student in the sixth grade, she is already familiar with the rules here, and found the testing hall with ease.

When testing He Qi just now, she saw it all.

In the hall, He Qi said: "Teachers, we still have urgent matters in the academy, so we should go back first."

"Ok?"

Hearing what he said, Machino and Su Yuntao seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Not wanting to cause more trouble, He Qi turned around and left.

When he got to the door, the girl looked at him with a mysterious smile.

He Qi paused, and suddenly turned his head.

This is a familiar face.

It was the daughter of the Qian family, Qian Yulu.

Seeing her, He Qi frowned.

She stepped forward on jade steps.

With a charming smile on his face, he said: "I saw it just now, the soul power of level [-] is really amazing, and he is indeed the person our Qian family likes."

He Qi took the initiative to distance himself from her: "What exactly do you want?"

Qian Yulu's face remained unchanged: "What? Have you seen my temper? People who are valued by our Qian family shouldn't be like this."

He Qi: "I understand, within three months, I will go to your Qian family."

Hearing this, Qian Yulu smiled even more, then walked to He Qi's side, and whispered in his ear: "I will be very happy if you come, I will wait for you."

After Zhu Zhuqing saw it clearly, jealousy arose in his chest.

And He Qi didn't seem to want to say another word, so he turned and left.

Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San followed out.

The three returned to Notting College.

When they were approaching the academy, the three of them heard the sound of gold and iron colliding.

This was a voice Tang San couldn't be more familiar with.

On the top wall of a house more than ten feet high, there is a hammer symbol.

This is a smithy.

Tang San could not help but stop.

This blacksmith's shop is much bigger than Tang San's in Holy Soul Village.

Tang San couldn't help but think of what he said to his father.

He wants to find a job in a blacksmith shop to earn some living expenses.

It may be because Tang San's other martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, so he had an indissoluble bond with the profession of blacksmith since he was a child.

Tang San seemed to step forward somewhat involuntarily.

"Third brother, you." Zhu Zhuqing didn't know what he wanted to do.

He Qi didn't say anything, just followed.

Entering the blacksmith shop, there is a rush of heat.

Forging steel requires high temperature melting.

In the blacksmith shop, all kinds of iron weapons are displayed on both sides.

A long-lost sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.

Because He Qi and the others didn't travel to this world, they still don't know some of Tang San's secrets.

Tang San was not originally from this world.

In another world, he was from a clan that used hidden weapons called Tang Sect.

Therefore, making ironware is an essential skill for him.

"Children, this is not the place for you to come, go out and play!"

A thick bearded man spoke in a heavy voice.

This rough guy is not the only one, here are all blacksmiths who are big and three rough, sweating profusely in front of the furnace.

"Hello, uncles, I want to work here, can I?"

Tang San said to everyone very politely.

Some blacksmiths couldn't help laughing.

Such a young child can't even pick up a hammer, so he still wants to forge iron?
Another burly blacksmith smiled and said, "Son, that uncle was right. It's really not something to play with. It's noon soon. Hurry up and go home for dinner!"

"Uncle, we are students of Nuoding students. My father is a blacksmith in the village. I want to help here, can I?" Tang San looked sincere, and he didn't mean to play at all.

Hearing that he was a student, the thick and thick man pondered for a moment: "Okay, my name is Biaotou, and I'm the boss here. If you really want to come, come here and keep the books for me. How about helping me?"

Tang San: "No, Uncle Biao, I want to forge iron with you."

When Tang San said this, the blacksmiths all laughed.

"Son, don't make a fuss. Blacksmithing looks like fun, but it's physical work. It's not something you, a child, can handle."

Although Biaotou looks big and thick and powerful, he has a gentle personality and a kind heart.

Tang San still insisted: "Uncle Biao, if you don't believe me, just let me try."

A blacksmith next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Biao, I don't know which kid came here to play a prank. Hey, kid, we don't have so much time to play with you, go home quickly!"

"Mu Duner, what are you doing, let the child try it. Come on, child, if you can hold this hammer, I will let you strike iron with us."

The hammer was as black as a crow, about two feet long, and weighed at least forty catties.

Tang San stepped forward, grasping the hammer handle with both hands.

He picked it up with both arms.

"Good boy, something!"

As soon as the hammer was picked up, Biaotou couldn't help but praise it.

"drink!"

Then, Tang San gave a soft drink, exerted force with his limbs, turned his body 360 degrees, and the heavy hammer precisely hit that piece of pig iron.

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the uncles in the blacksmith shop were stunned.

Iron collided with iron, the hammer bounced back, Tang San followed inertia, and hit it with another hammer.

Just like that, going back and forth continuously, Tang San smashed dozens of hammers on that piece of pig iron continuously.

The sound of "jingle" echoed continuously in the blacksmith shop like a symphony.

Very rhythmic.

This action is smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness.

This is exactly Tang San's ultimate move, the Random Cloaking Wind Hammer Technique.

After reading this, the blacksmiths were stunned.

Biaotou was very satisfied with his performance: "Not bad, not bad, you have been hired, ten copper soul coins every day."

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

"Well, can I try it?"

At this moment, He Qi stood up and said.
　Thanks to [Feng Tianxuan] for the reward of 999 book coins, thank you Xiaofeng!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)