Douluo Dalu

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Tang Yan said coldly: "Do I still need your care? You are going. This is your own choice. The Holy Spirit Village has a place every year, it is not a waste. I will give you the casting method, you can let You can find a blacksmith shop in the city as an apprentice, tuition and meals should be enough."

Although Tang Yan said it was very cold, but Tang San’s eyes were still hot. In the past few months, although Tang’s attitude towards him has not changed, he can be cast with Tang Yan, and this tall and old man is in front of him. It has given him the feeling of father. He certainly wants to learn about the soul teacher, but at this time some reluctant to father.

Tang said: "I let you go to Nodding is conditional. You can only go if you promise me."

"I promised." Tang San said without hesitation.

Tang Yan brows slightly wrinkled. "Do you even agree with my request without asking anything? As a man, you must do what you promise, don't be a negligent person."

Tang San said naturally: "No matter what my father told me to do, I promised. Dad must be for me."

Tang Xiaowei, Tang San said very casual, but it is the kind of natural trust that makes his mood change a little.

"No matter how you cultivate the soul in the future, I want you to promise me, don't give any soul ring to your hammer martial arts, or even let anyone see it. Don't let others know that you are a twin martial. Can you do that?"

Tang San stunned, "What about the blue silver grass martial arts?"

Tang Weidao: "Blue Silver Grass Wuhun you can use and practice casually, and apply any martial arts. No problem. Twin martial arts are not two martial arts. They need to rely on the soul ring to enhance their soul ability to continue their cultivation. As long as there is a martial art. With the soul ring, the bottleneck of the soul improvement will disappear."

Tang Sandao: "That is to say, in the future, I will only use the blue silver grass Wuhun, is it?"

Don Juan nodded. "Unless you are in danger, don't use the hammer."

"Okay, I promise you." Tang San solemnly nodded. For him, cultivation is not a practice of martial arts, what kind of soul ring is used, it is not a problem, as long as you can find a way to break through the bottleneck of Xuantiangong is enough. His Tangmen hidden weapon does not need the help of Wuhun.

In the eyes of others, perhaps the blue silver grass is just a waste of martial arts, but Tang San has never been depressed by the blue silver grass. The Tangmen hidden weapon cultivation to a certain extent, the flying flower picking leaves can hurt people is not empty talk, that is Really exist. The blue silver grass is formed by the soul force, that is, the internal force of Xuan Tiangong. As long as the internal force is enough, it is almost an infinite hidden weapon.

"Okay, eat." Don Juan said.

The family doesn't say that there is not too much poverty. Tang San has nothing to prepare, but it is only finished to clean up his clothes with large and small patches.

However, this day he did not listen to Tang Yan's just to pack things, the forging sound still echoed in his room. In order to be able to create all kinds of hidden weapons in the future, Tang San understands that everything can only rely on himself. The casting technique taught by his father is absolutely necessary to practice hard. When the hidden weapon stunt is not cultivated to the peak, the quality of the hidden weapon itself has a decisive role. In particular, the level of super hidden weapons like the Buddha's anger Tanglian is even more precise to the point where there is no mistake.

This day has been particularly long. It is also the first time that Tang San has come to this world. He is worried about the outside world, and he has some expectations and fears. Whether in Tangmen or in the Holy Spirit Village, he has no experience of practicing outside. At this point, he really has no difference with a child. He has been thinking about what kind of excitement the outside world can bring to himself.

After dinner, Tang Yan went out to drink and went to the next sentence. It seems that it is no different from usual. He told Tang San that he should not disturb him to sleep when he walks tomorrow morning.

In the early morning, Tang San sat on a large rock on the top of the mountain, holding a leaf in his hand, and his eyes were purple. I don’t know if it was because the body was stronger than before. The progress of the purple konjac was very fast. On the leaves in the hands, even the smallest traces of the lines, he can clearly observe. He knows that his own purple konjac has begun to enter the realm of micro.

Different from the nine-fold Xuan Tiangong, the purple pole konjac has only four levels, looking at it, entering the micro, mustard, and vastness. The request of the disciples of Tangmen is to enter the micro, which is enough for the use of hidden weapons. Because Tang San practiced very early, with the innate gas that was not completely dispersed after birth, it was only six years old, and it already had a slight feeling. But he also knows that almost all of the disciples of the Tangmen inner door can reach the micro-realm, including the doorkeeper Mr. Tang Da, but none of them can enter the next realm of the purple pole.

After reaching the micro, the cultivation speed of the purple konjac will become extremely slow, and the daily absorption of the purple scent can not be interrupted every day, nor can it be explained by the simple perseverance. Therefore, after the Tang Dynasty disciples enter the micro-real world, they will rarely continue to practice. Legend has it that Tangmen once had an elder's purple konjac that reached the mustard, but there was no special achievement, but it was more clear than the micro-realm. And the elder has been practicing the purple konjac for more than 30 years.

Xuan Tiangong's internal force surged and suddenly poured into the leaves. The soft leaves suddenly became straight under the action of internal forces. Tang's right index finger and **** trembled, the leaves spun out, and the air cut out.