Douluo: No thoughts

Tang Wunian was studying his thousand receivers, while Tang San was making lunch.

Tang San thought about the world of martial arts he came into contact with today. Twin martial arts seemed to seldom exist in this world, otherwise, his father would not be so surprised. It seemed that his hammer spirit seemed to touch him a lot. Moreover, there are patterns on the martial arts of myself, Xiao Nian and Xiao Nian, perhaps because they are brothers.

For them, what is more important is the relationship between martial spirit and internal strength. If that spirit ring is the key to the inability of gong power to break through, then, no matter what, they must find a way to get a spirit ring to test.

During lunch, Tang Hao appeared very silent, even his appetite seemed to be much less than before, his eyes fell on Tang San from time to time, as if hesitating.

After lunch, Tang San habitually prepared to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Tang Hao.

"Wait a while and then clean up. Xiao San, I ask you, do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Hao. He was unwilling to deceive his father. After hesitating for a while, he nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looked a bit older, "You still have to choose this path after all." He just said this one more sentence and went back to his room. Tang San could go out, but Tang Wunian absolutely can't go to any place related to Wuhun Hall, and he can't take this risk.

Tang San found that when Tang Hao sighed, he was disappointed in his emotions, but it was more of a relieved expression. He understood that there seemed to be many things hidden in his father's heart, as if he had never seen his father's martial arts soul.

"Tang San, let me take a look at your hammer." Tang Wunian's eyes flashed with excitement, and the thousand-cassette martial arts seemed more elusive than the organ-cassette, and it made him more excited.

Tang San slowly released the hammer, "What's the matter?"

Tang Wunian looked at the mysterious pattern on the hammer, "The pattern on my thousand receivers has become more unpredictable. I think this pattern should have a function that we don't know, and your hammer should be like this."

"But now I can't swing the hammer." Tang San put the hammer away a little, "I'll know when I have a chance to increase my spirit power in the future."

"Yeah." Tang Wunian nodded happily, "Can you give me that piece of iron mother?"

"What do you want it to do?" Tang San had just made the iron mother, and was about to make a sleeve arrow.

"That big piece of iron mother is not enough for other hidden weapons. You should do it as a sleeve arrow." Tang Wunian said, "I will do it. After all, many of your methods were lost at that time."

"Well, wait."

Tang San quickly packed everything up, and then took the iron mother to Tang Wunian.

Tang Wunian’s method of making hidden weapons is very subtle, and the iron mother is almost no waste. Tang San can see that there is still a gap between himself and Xiao Nian in hidden weapons. If Tang San is allowed to make the sleeve arrows, he can only make one iron mother. The remaining materials were not enough to make one more piece, but Tang Wunian used extremely little materials. His wrist taught Tang San to be too thin, which was just enough for him to make two pieces.

For the manufacture of hidden weapons, Tang Aotian had very strict requirements on him in his previous life, and Tang Wunian was also a person who pursued perfection. He used to practice hands with high-quality materials. The usefulness of a material is refined to the point that there is almost no habit of wasting.

"Okay, let's try the power." Tang Wunian threw the big set to Tang San, took the smaller one skillfully, and walked out of the house.

It was autumn now, and all the leaves on the tree had fallen. Tang Wunian narrowed his eyes to find a leaf. He lifted his right hand, and the shot was fast and ruthless. A faint shadow flashed by, and the leaf was gone.

"Unexpectedly, it can reach 35 meters." Tang San was surprised to pull the Xiujian from the distant tree trunk and give it to Tang Wunian. The Xiujian has a range of 15 meters. Tang San is known as a hidden weapon genius. The Xiujian can only have a range of 30 meters. Is this the Tang Sect hidden weapon at its peak?

Tang Wunian retracted the Xiujian, still a little dissatisfied, as expected, he hadn't done it for a long time, and his technique was unfamiliar. "Tang San prepared some self-defense medicine."

With hidden weapons, he is confident that no one can beat him. He is just so-so. As an inner disciple, he never needs to use poison to win, but now it is different. If there is a little more self-defense, there will be more things.

"What are you doing?" Tang San looked at Tang Wunian with some worry, what did he need to do with the self-defense medicine.

"I want to go to the woods." Tang Wunian was expressionless. There was nothing a few days ago, but the attraction from the woods is getting stronger and stronger these days, there must be something in it.

"No." Tang Wunian said that the forest was the soul hunting forest not far from the holy soul village. The hunting forest was naturally the place where the soul master obtained the spirit ring to hunt the soul beast. After so long, Tang San confronted the soul. The beast is not so strange anymore, "It's too dangerous, I don't agree."

"You don't believe me?" Tang Wunian looked at Tang San, the temperature in his eyes lowered.

"It's not that you don't believe you, there are so many soul beasts in the forest, what if you encounter danger?" Tang San explained, he couldn't just watch Tang Wunian take the risk.

"Follow you." Tang Wunian dropped a word, turned and left. Tang San reluctantly followed behind, Xiao Nian's temper.