Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

Under the setting sun, Notting City is covered with a pale golden color.

The blazing sun was like a tardy old man at this moment, without his previous violent temper.

The light gradually cooled down.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Somewhere on the street, the dull sound of metal crashing rises and falls, with rhythm in the chaos.

It was a small workshop, and there were gray waves in it, and the fiery charcoal fire crackled and burned.

Several large men with bare shoulders and fireproof aprons on their chests, hammers in their hands, constantly forging metal between their pliers.

Every time it hits, sparks burst out.

The tent above the head of the workshop bears a hammer flag to represent their blacksmith status.

Noticing that someone was coming, the boss Shi San rubbed a handful of bean sweat on his neck with a rag and welcomed him warmly.

His tendons were bulging, like a gray-black iron sheet, standing in front of the boy, the whole person was like a hill.

"Little brother, are you trying to build something?"

Shi San's eyes glanced at Su Ming's school uniform, and his heart was like a lens.

Su Ming said bluntly: "I want to create an armor, I don't know how much it costs? "

Armor?

Shi San's face suddenly turned embarrassed.

"Little brother, you may not know well, armor is something that we ordinary blacksmiths cannot build at will."

"Only the city defense cavalry can wear armor in the city, you know what I mean?"

Ordinary people, not allowed to create armor?

Su Ming raised his eyebrows and asked unexpectedly:

"There are many Notting City soul masters, their destructive power is even more terrifying than that of sergeants, are they afraid that ordinary people have armor?"

Shh~

Shi San squatted down and lowered his voice, "This is also a matter of no way, after all, the number of soul masters is not much, if the common people have an armor, then it is troublesome..."

In addition to armor, crossbows and crossbows are not good?

"As far as armor and cavalry equipment are concerned, we can't build them, and other ordinary weapons can do."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched, "..."

This typical pants off farting, redundant.

Shi Sanhan smiled thickly and gave Su Ming a mutually understanding look.

Su Ming is not difficult for strongmen, and besides, he is not really building armor.

So, he changed the requirements.

"Boss, then make a heavier dress for me."

"It's not the self-defense kind, it can be used for daily weight training."

Say this earlier, no!

Shi San smiled and nodded, "This is completely fine, our blacksmith shop looks at the entire Notting City, that is also one of the best."

"The product created is absolutely satisfactory to you, I don't know how many pounds of weight the little brother intends to build?"

Su Ming touched his chin and thought.

Think of coming to Notting City for a morning run.

He eventually set the weight on the torso at 10 pounds and the limbs at 3 pounds each.

22 pounds!

Hearing this weight, Shi San looked deeply at Su Ming with his surprised eyes.

After so many years of iron, he had seen a student who was so strict with himself.

He looks like he's only six or seven years old.

These more than 20 pounds of weight, hiss~

It's just a little frustrating!

Shi San had to ask again, and until Su Ming nodded again, he dared to believe what he heard.

Shi San fixed his mind and said busily:

"Little brother, I took this business, you can come over tomorrow afternoon to get the weight."

"In this way, if you are a student of the Soul Master Academy, I will not earn any money from you, just give 15 copper soul coins."

Su Ming's face was relieved, and he returned the boss's grateful look.

To be honest, he now has a total of 23 copper soul coins in his trouser pocket.

As for the gold coins, he put them under his grandfather Brin's mattress and gave him emergency use.

After paying the money to the boss, Su Ming left here.

"The current students, I have worked so hard."

Staring at Su Ming's back and disappearing into the street corner, Shi San only withdrew his gaze.

His majestic body plunged into the smithy.

"Cheer me up, don't let molten iron eat the flesh and skin."

"Shanzi, you go and build a ten-pound torso and a three-catty limb weight, and the guests will be tomorrow."

"Howler."

......

After dealing with his own affairs, Su Ming returned to the academy.

Yes.

The soul power had reached the tenth level, and he was not in a hurry to hunt soul beasts.

Because soul power can be accumulated, it will explode again when the soul ring is obtained.

Judging from Qian Chengxue's situation, without absorbing the soul ring, the human body can withstand level 20 soul power.

As a top priority, Su Ming felt that what he needed to improve was his physique, and of course, he would also take into account soul power and actual combat.

......

【Drip! Congratulations to the host for practicing the Golden Crow Knife Method once, proficiency +1. 】

【Drip! Congratulations to the host for practicing the Golden Crow Knife Method once, proficiency +1. 】

College back mountain.

The sword light and shadow flashed, and the debris and leaves scattered in all directions.

The black wood knife was illuminated by the moonlight, and the cold light was even more intimidating, and the eyes could not be forced.

Every time Su Ming waved, dust drifted on the ground.

The originally solid surface was now stepped on by Su Ming's steps into loose soil.

This time, Su Ming practiced the Golden Crow Sword Method three times, and only then did he stop because

after the Golden Crow Sword Method reached Xiaocheng, he got some tips to save soul power, and the use of soul power was not as disorderly as before.

However, it is still far from 500 times from the Golden Crow Dao Method, let alone the perfect realm.

Su Ming is not in a hurry, and Dacheng is only a matter of 100 days, which is better than training without progress.

Phew, Su Ming stood up and wiped the sweat on his body with a rag.

Click.

Just as he was about to descend the mountain, the sound of broken branches suddenly sounded.

Instantly, Su Ming broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who?"

"What kind of good man is hiding and hiding, he has the ability to come out!"

Su Ming subconsciously stood with a knife, his legs in front of each other, and he posed to meet the enemy.

Stepping on, the sound of thick footsteps sounded.

Su Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes couldn't help but glance to the side.

Listening to the footsteps, he felt his heartbeat being completely pulled.

That eerie illusion even made him feel...

As soon as his footsteps stopped, so did his heart.

Can you affect the heartbeat of an enemy with your footsteps?

Damn it!

This guy's cultivation is probably above the Soul King.

Su Ming was like a big enemy, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Although he knew that he couldn't fight, he still held the firewood knife in his hand and did not dare to slack.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you."

With a magnetic voice, the sound of cloaks scratching leaves, burly figures walking out of the forest.

As the voice appeared, all of Su Ming's sense of danger disappeared.

The man stood quietly in the shadow of the tree, neither advancing nor retreating.

Although the light in the forest was very dark, through the scattered moonlight, Su Ming could vaguely see the outline of the person coming.

The visitor seemed to be wearing a cape, and his hair and beard were somewhat messy.

What Su Ming paid the most attention to was that the eyes, like a wandering soul on the edge of life and death, lonely and desolate, but containing the earth-shattering power of turning the river and the sea.

Tang Hao.

Su Ming was shocked and inexplicable in his heart, he had already smelled a smell of wine from the air.

Su Ming's brows furrowed deeper.

He didn't take Tang San for anything, and besides, this was a normal contest.

Can't it be said that I bully the small like Zao Wou-ki?

Su Ming instantly made a judgment, put away the martial soul and saluted respectfully:

"My predecessor and I should be unmasked, I don't know if my senior suddenly appeared, is there something wrong with me?"

With Tang Hao's cultivation, he didn't want to let himself find out that it was absolutely impossible for him to hear anything.

Since he deliberately let himself hear it, and did not advance or retreat, then Su Ming had reason to think that Tang Hao was not for Tang San.

"I didn't have anything to do with you, just curious about your knife skills."

"I want to ask, who is this sword mage of yours, and why have I never seen it?"

Tang Hao's hoarse voice exuded a coolness.

Intentional, more unintentional.

If it weren't for his words, Su Ming wouldn't even feel that his emotions were curiosity about his sword skills.

Su Ming's heart relaxed slightly, and he said truthfully:

"My knife technique is not a teacher, my predecessors may not know, my grandfather is a smith in the village, so the firewood knife is a good hand."

"And this knife technique, perhaps accumulated over time, came to light."

"I woke up the next day and it was in the back of my mind, lingering."

Self-created~

Tang Hao's eyes under the shadow of the tree changed slightly, and finally believed Su Ming's words.

First, his martial soul wood knife is destined to have no strong force behind it.

Second, Hao Tianzong's hammering method is also separated from the blacksmith, and the two are indeed similar.

Thinking about it, Tang Hao opened his mouth and said:

"Guan Ling practicing sword skills, although it seems to be full of majesty, but when you encounter a strong enemy, how can the other party let you get your wish."

"The real knife technique requires improvisation, and at your current level, it cannot be done."

Su Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, he naturally knew this layer, but listening to Tang Hao's meaning, it seemed that he still had some ideas.

Su Ming said tentatively: "What does that senior mean?" "

Yikes!

A stone shot away and instantly hit Su Ming's shoulder.

But Su Ming did not feel the slightest pain, as if a domineering force merged into his body.

Soul power.

Tang Hao's soul power.

Su Ming raised his head in disbelief, and Tang Hao's domineering voice sounded at the same time.

"Come on, let me see what this sword technique is really powerful."

Swish!

Su Ming's eyes froze, and he did not hesitate to lift the wood knife and attack Tang Hao.

A titled Douluo as a sparring partner, he couldn't ask for it. Yikes

! The

fierce light of the sword raged through the woods, more violent than ever.

Abandon dexterity and pursue only extreme violence.

This is the Golden Crow Dao Method [Meixue Fengxia], which slashes at a strong and rapid speed to achieve the effect of deterring and repelling the enemy.

But with the eighth sword swinging, Su Ming's heart became more and more terrified.

"Is this Title Douluo?"

Seeing Tang Hao strolling and dodging idly, Su Ming did not believe in evil, gritted his teeth and faced the difficulty again.

But as a result, nothing has changed.

Tang Hao was still so relaxed.

He just relied on his body's dodge to avoid all of Su Ming's moves.

Even the big move Jin Guangyao Kyushu was eliminated by his trampling feet.

That deep sense of powerlessness made Su Ming's mood fall to the bottom.

Swish!

Tang Hao's leg was thrown at Su Ming's lower abdomen, and the latter instantly flew out and landed smoothly not far away.

Without intentionally hurting Su Ming, Tang Hao continued to point:

"This sword technique of yours can surprise a low-level soul master."

"But in the face of truly powerful soul masters, their spiritual power can easily judge the direction of your sword."

"What you need to do now is to find a way to integrate this knife technique, and do whatever you want to be invulnerable and anticipatory to the enemy."

"If you can shred the other party's spiritual perception, maybe the effect will be better."

Su Ming nodded noncommittally, this golden crow sword technique did not reach perfection, and the attack naturally could not be completed in one go.

Cut off the spirit?

I can definitely do it myself in the future.

What I need now is actual combat and judgment that can adapt to changes.

The knife technique will be complete, but the actual combat experience, I am still far behind.

Su Ming immediately said: "I

know that I am not the opponent of my senior, but my predecessor dodges, and my comprehension is too slow."

"So, I want to ask the seniors to really give me some advice."

Su Ming looked at Tang Hao with a firm face, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, as if he had left the defeat just now behind.

Oh, Tang Hao's tone was slightly surprised, but his eyes flashed with a touch of intent.

"Real guidance is not as simple as just now."

"If you hurt your bones, you will become crippled, think clearly." The

banter came, although it was not mixed with any soul power coercion.

But listening to Su Ming's ears, he felt that countless small knives swept through his skin, and the icy cold current poured into his body, making people shudder.

Killing intent.

Is it so terrifying to just spill a trace of killing intent?

Su Ming, who felt that his body was about to freeze, was terrified, if he could integrate the God Killing Realm into the martial soul, how powerful he would be.

The killing capital, I will definitely have to go to it in the future.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, his stiff voice seemed to pass through between his teeth, and he replied with difficulty:

"The strength of the senior, if I will be seriously injured, then the senior should really want to hurt me."

"In that case, whether I practice or not, the results are very similar."

Hearing this, Tang Hao was silent instantly.

After a while, he said something strangely.

"You really... Only six years old?

Yes.

At the age of six, would you really think so much?

Su Ming laughed at himself, feeling his body freezing inches, he resolutely rushed over with killing intent.

How daring!

Tang Hao was moved, his eyes flashed with appreciation, and he quickly withdrew that trace of killing intent.

With Su Ming's spiritual power at this moment, once he fell into this killing intent, Zhihai would absolutely collapse immediately.

Tang Hao stretched out his hand and took out the most ordinary wooden stick in his hand.

He stepped on the ground, and the figure rushed over like Su Ming.

Electric flint.

The two fought in the woods.

There was no soul power stirring, nor any soul technique shining.

It was a clash of pure combat skills.

Table tennis.

The sound of fierce fighting is so clear in the secluded mountains and forests.

Sticks, wood knives.

This pair of natural opponents seem to be interpreting a confrontation regardless of strength or weakness.

Boil the ocean?

Or is it the road to simplicity?

It can't help but be contemplative.

The game between adults and children is ultimately a loss for children.

That small figure was overturned again and again.

Every time he fell to the ground, he would immediately get up and attack again without hesitation.

From late at night, to the crow of chickens.

And then to the early hours of the morning.

The sun is scattered and the trees are shaded.

Enchanting light and shadow shine through the cracks of the trees, quietly shining into the mountains and forests.

Specks of fluorescence reflect off the snowy skin, shining with water.

On the grass, a small figure lay quietly, as if he had fallen asleep, breathing evenly.

The man in the cloak sighed and did not turn his head away.

Only a scarred wooden stick was left lying on the ground, half shaded by the trees and half in the hot sun.