【Please collect.】

Beside the stove.

Tang Hao put his usual hammer on the ground, and the ground trembled slightly at this moment.

Tang Hao: "Pick it up first and give it a try."

"good."

Tang Ji nodded.

Looking at the hammer in front of him, which was half taller than it, he showed no intention of flinching. Now that he had awakened his martial soul, he had inexhaustible power in his body.

It's just a hammer, easy.

"call!"

Tang Ji took a deep breath, put his hand on the handle of the hammer, and picked it up easily with his arms.

Tang Ji looked at the hammer in his hand and said, "It doesn't seem to be as heavy as I thought!"

For a ninety-five-level titled Douluo, it's just a hammer, how heavy can it be?

Tang Hao saw Tang Ji pick up the hammer easily, nodded slightly, then saw a piece of fine iron placed in front of Tang Ji and said: "Hammer it, hammer it into the size of a palm."

"oh!"

Tang Ji looked at the 50 centimeters of fine iron in front of him without hesitation. He picked up the hammer and started hammering it. Now he had inexhaustible strength.

boom!

boom!

boom!

…

Hammer after hammer, Tang Hao pointed at Tang Ji from time to time, but he also listened carefully to Tang Hao's instructions.

Under Tang Hao's guidance, Tang Ji has become a master, which makes Tang Hao very satisfied.

Tang Hao: "You continue hammering, I'm going to sleep."

Said.

He stretched his legs, as if he was really sleepy, and walked towards the back room.

Tang Hao left.

Tang Ji did not slack off because of this. He knew that this was a test given to him by his adoptive father, and he could not let him down.

time flies.

Tang Ji stopped swinging the hammer. He didn't know how many times he had swung it. The fine iron in front of him now became only the size of a palm.

At this time, Tang Ji did not live up to his "brave" just now. He was breathing heavily and there was sweat on his forehead.

"It's finally okay."

Tang Ji put the hammer aside. He could already feel the collapse of his body and the weakness of his arms. Holding the fruits of his labor, he murmured: "Unexpectedly, this is not what I imagined."

So simple!”

…

"Tang Hao."

Old Jack came back with Tang San at this time.

Hearing this voice, Tang Ji ran out quickly: "Grandpa Jack, mistress, you are back."

Tang Ji knew it.

Tang San and Old Jack went to the Spirit Hall for a test today.

Tang Ji came to Tang San and said, "How is Xiaosan? What is your martial spirit? How much soul power is it?"

actually.

Tang Ji knew Tang San's martial soul and soul power, but he still couldn't help but want to ask.

Tang San said: "Brother Ji, my martial spirit is blue silver grass, and my soul power is innate full soul power."

"Isn't it great to be born with full soul power?"

Tang San said with some disappointment: "But my martial spirit is a useless martial spirit, or the kind of martial spirit that is so useless that it cannot be discarded."

Tang Ji patted Tang San on the shoulder and said: "Xiao San, this is your fault, useless martial soul? There are no useless martial souls in this world, there are just useless people."

"My martial spirit is pretty useless, it's just a wing martial spirit. I'm not too disappointed! Compared to many other people, we are already very lucky."

Old Jack heard the conversation between Tang Ji and Tang San from the side, and couldn't help but nodded slightly: "Yes, Xiao Ji is right."

"Mistress, don't be disappointed."

"Blue Silver Grass can also be cultivated."

"Um."

Tang San nodded slightly.

That's right.

How could he, Tang San, be defeated just like this? A useless martial spirit? It didn't exist. Moreover, he could vaguely sense that there seemed to be a martial spirit in his left hand.

Old Jack looked at Tang Ji at this time and said: "Xiao Ji, do you want to go to a regular martial arts academy to study?"

He learned from Su Yuntao that although the Tang Ji martial soul in front of him was a little weak, he was still full of innate soul power.

With good training, there is no doubt that there will be another soul saint in this holy soul village in the future. That is the pride of their village!

Tang Ji said: "Grandpa Jack, you know the situation of our family. You have to ask your adoptive father about this."

"Um."

Old Jack nodded slightly.

What's going on with Tang Hao's family?

He knows it.

Tang Hao is a blacksmith, so it is obviously unrealistic to send two little guys to study at Wuhun Academy.

but.

There is a quota of working-study students in their village. Although there is only one quota for Tang Ji and Tang San, in these years, no one has gone to their village. It is not unreasonable to arrange two quotas for working-study students at once.

Can.

The village has already arranged the round trip expenses. The only thing that needs to be considered now is whether Tang Hao will let him go.

Thinking of Tang Hao.

Old Jack was so angry that he couldn't stop thinking about it. Look at how outstanding his two sons are, and look at Tang Hao like this. He was so angry in his heart.

He shouted towards the back room: "Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao!"

…

"What are you shouting for? I'm not deaf yet." At this time, Tang Hao cursed and walked out of the back room, even picking his ears, looking impatient.

That's it for now.

If this had happened before, Tang Hao would have easily turned Old Jack into a man with a Clear Sky Hammer.

When Old Jack saw Tang Hao coming out, he didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Tang Hao, I'm going to let Tang Ji and Tang San go to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study. They will go with the quota of work-study students in the village. Travel expenses will be paid to the village.

Got it. What do you think?"

Tang Hao seemed not to have heard Old Jack's words. He looked at Tang San and asked: "Xiao San, have you awakened the martial spirit? What martial spirit is it?"

Tang San: "Dad, it's Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass..."

"Blue Silver Grass..."

Tang Hao heard the words "Blue Silver Grass" murmured in his mouth, and his originally sleepy eyes became excited.

"Mistress, come here."

"dad."

Tang San approached Tang Hao.

In Tang San's opinion, his father was not a simple blacksmith, he was a blacksmith with a story.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San and said seriously: "Xiao San, daddy wants to ask you, do you want to become a soul master?"

"I think."

Tang San nodded, without hesitation and unusually firm.

Tang Hao: "But Xiaosan, your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass. This is a waste martial spirit, a waste among wastes. Even if you are lucky enough to become a soul master, your future achievements will eventually be limited."

Before Tang San could reply, Tang Ji immediately said: "Father, what you said is wrong. There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters."

"My martial spirit is just a wing martial spirit. I still haven't given up on becoming a spirit master."

Tang Hao looked at Tang Ji. It was hard to imagine that these words were said by a six-year-old child.

He wanted to tell Tang Ji so much at this moment, are those useless martial arts of yours? Are those of yours a god-level martial spirit?

at the same time.

Tang Hao also knew that his son's martial spirit was the Blue Silver Grass. It was the Blue Silver Emperor, and he was the emperor among the Blue Silver Grass.
Chapter completed!