Guardian of Douluo

    Old Jack was very patient with the two brothers. In his heart, the most sensible child in the village was Tang San in front of him, and Tang Nian was the one with the most peace of mind. It's hard to imagine how such a father could have such well-behaved sons.

    "Great Soul Master is the title of Soul Master. Soul Master is the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent. They can be powerful fighters or have excellent auxiliary abilities. Which kind of soul master, the level is sorted according to the same title."

    "Soul masters all have their own martial spirit power. According to the strength of martial spirit power, they are divided into ten titles. Each title is further divided into ten levels. A warrior, as long as the martial soul awakens, everyone is a soul warrior. If the martial soul can be cultivated, when the spirit power reaches the eleventh level, it will enter the next title, which is the soul master. And the great soul master is the The third in the entire title sequence. If you have reached the realm of a great soul master, you are already a quite powerful soul master. The ten titles in general are like this."

    "Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo and Title Douluo. The name of our Douluo Continent is That's where it comes from. Legend has it that Title Douluo who has reached level 90 or above can choose a title for themselves, they are simply invincible existences!" There was a brilliance of pride in his eyes, "Our Holy Spirit Village was a hundred years ago. There has been a Soul Saint with the eighth-class title. It is extremely rare in the entire Notting City, and even the entire Fasnor Province."

     Tang Hao pouted, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."

    As if being touched by the reverse scale, Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend, legends also come from facts. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years, you should understand who The status of Soul Saint in our hearts. Let me hear you insulting Master Soul Saint again, and I will expel you from the village. If it wasn't for the sake of Xiaosan, do you think I would like to come to your doghouse?"

    Tang Hao didn't get angry, he still tapped the farm implement in his hand, as if he didn't hear Jack's words.

    Jack glared at him fiercely, and then said to Tang San: "In the future, don't be as decadent as your father, alright, I'll go first, three days later, I'll pick you up ." After speaking, Old Jack angrily left the blacksmith shop.

    "Dad." Tang San called out. "Huh?" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly, seeing the chill in his father's eyes, Tang San had to swallow what he wanted to say. With his head down, he went back to his own room to continue struggling with the 10,000 hits.

    Tang Nian did not follow quickly this time, but lowered his head and asked, "Dad, is Title Douluo the most powerful Spirit Master?"

    Tang Hao lowered his head, looked at his youngest son, and laughed at himself, "It is indeed the most powerful level among soul masters."

    "Then, is there someone who can't be defeated by Title Douluo?" Tang Nian continued to ask.

    As for Tang Nian's question, Tang Hao replied, "Yes."

    Tang Nian was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked with a smile, "Then, become a god. If there is an artifact, there will be a god."

    "God?" Tang Hao murmured, suddenly, he slammed into Tang Nian's head and shouted, "Stinky boy, what are you dreaming about, go back to the room and sleep on yours. Let's go." After speaking, without giving Tang Nian a chance to refute, he hurried back to his room, but his hands were clenched even tighter, thinking to himself, God, if possible.

    "Hiss." Tang Nian touched the big bag on his head, his eyes were filled with rational tears, "Really, it's too hard to attack." Then quickly ran back to Tang San, giving He strikes.

    "It's nothing." Tang Nian answered quickly, bowed his head, and moved his hands slowly, but thought to himself, "God..."

    "Strange." Tang San touched his face, thinking to himself, and then started his own work.

    As night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and walked outside habitually. For him, it was a routine, going out for a drink. Drink the worst ale.

    "Dad. Wait a minute." Before Tang San could clean up the dishes, he stopped Tang Hao first. Tang Nian didn't care about the two of them. After helping Tang San clean up the dishes, he walked to the stove, ready to wash the dishes.

    "What are you doing?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently. Although Tang Hao had never hit Tang San, for some reason, Tang Sansheng was a little afraid of this father. For him, who has lived in two lives, he can't change this feeling. Instead, Tang Nian frequently challenged Tang Hao. Of course, he would be beaten up in the end.

    "The ten thousand strokes, I have finished forging." Tang San said.

    "Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to be a little brighter, "Show it to me."

    "Okay." Tang San hurried back to his room, and soon, he ran out holding an iron block. The whole body of the iron block is black, and although the shape is irregular, it seems that every section is extremely splendid, and the black light is looming. The whole iron lump was about the size of one of the four original iron lumps, and Tang San didn't find it difficult to carry the Xuan Tiangong while holding it.

    Tang Hao grabbed the black iron block in his hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked carefully, "Do you understand what I said now?"

    Tang San nodded, "Hundreds of refining into steel, no matter how poor the quality of the metal, after continuous forging and purification, will become high-quality. Dad, are you trying to tell me this?"

    Tang Hao found that his son seemed to surprise him a lot these days, and returned the iron to him, "Then go ahead. When you forge it to the size of a fist, Bring it to me."

    After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the house. According to what he originally said, he could teach Tang San to forge by forging that iron block in 10,000 strokes, but now he seemed to have broken his promise. But Tang San didn't care about that, he just thought about what Tang Hao said.

    "Fist size?" Can such a big iron block really be forged to the size of a fist? Although it was only a quarter of the original volume, Tang San knew very well that with the continuous forging, the density of the iron blocks became larger and larger, and it became more difficult to reduce the volume. If you want to forge it to the size of a fist, it is definitely not something that can be done with 10,000 taps. Hundreds of refining become steel, so what is ten thousand refining? A flash of light flashed in Tang San's eyes, his feet made a slight mistake, and his body nimbly burrowed into his room.

    Looking at the excited Tang San, Tang Nian pondered for a while before saying, "Looks like I'm going to find something to do." Although Tang Nian really wanted to find the things of the year, but because he had no tools, he could only calm down first.

    "Hurry up." Tang Nian thought.

    Soon, there was a rattling sound in their house. Tang Nian immediately began to practice Xuan Tian Gong.

    "Little San Xiaonian, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop on time, maybe because he was bored with Tang Hao, this time he didn't even go in, just shouted outside two people.

    Tang San glanced at his father who had just eaten breakfast. Tang Hao said coldly: "Go. Don't delay cooking at noon."

    Tang Nian looked at his hands and clenched them suddenly. Douluo Continent, here we come.