Douluo Dalu Chapter 2: Abandoned Spirit and congenital spirit power (1)

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Old Jack is obviously very patient with Tang San. In his heart, the most sensible child in the village is Tang San. It is hard to imagine how such a father would have such a well-behaved son.

"Spirit Grandmaster is the title of Spirit Master level. Spirit Master is the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent. They can be powerful fighters and have excellent auxiliary capabilities. But no matter which Spirit Master, the level is the same Sorted by title. "

"Spirit Master has its own Spirit force. According to the strength of Spirit force, it is divided into ten titles. Each title is divided into ten levels. The one that was just introduced at the beginning is called Spirit Scholar. As long as spirit awakening, everyone has It is Spirit Scholar. If Spirit can practice, when spirit power reaches level 11, it will enter the next title, which is Spirit Master. And Spirit Grandmaster, which is the third in the entire title sequence. When it reaches the Spirit Grandmaster realm, it is already A pretty powerful Spirit Master. The ten titles in this overall look like this. "

"Spirit Scholar, Spirit Master, Spirit Grandmaster, Spirit Elder, Spirit Ancestor, Spirit King, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Saint, Spirit Douluo and Titled Douluo. This is the name of our Douluo Continent. According to legend, Titled Douluo who has reached level 90 or above can give himself Take a title, they are invincible! "

Pride shines in the eyes, "We had an eighth-class Spirit Saint a hundred years ago in Saint Spirit Village. It is extremely rare throughout Nuoding City and even the entire Fasinuo Province."

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

As if being touched by the inverse 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 the position of Spirit Saint in our minds. . Let me hear you insulting Spirit Saint, I will expel you from the village. If it was not for the sake of Little San, do you think I would come to your doghouse? "

Tang Hao is not angry, still pounding the farm tools in his hand, as if he did not hear Jack.

Jack glanced at him fiercely, and then said to Tang San: "In the future, don't be as decadent as your father. Well, I'll go first. Three days later, I will pick you up."

After speaking, Old Jack left the smithy angrily.

"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. Heading down to his own room, he continued to struggle for the 10,000 hits.

Night came and had dinner. Tang Hao wiped his mouth and habitually walked outside. For him, it was a routine business and went out to drink. Drink the worst ale.

"Dad. Wait a minute." Tang San had no time to clean up the chopsticks and called Tang Hao first.

"Why?" Tang Hao gave him an impatient glance. Although Tang Hao never played Tang San, I don't know why, Tang San was born with a little fear of this father. For him as a man, he couldn't change this feeling.

"At that ten thousand, I've finished forging." Tang San said.

"Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed a bit brighter, "Show me."

"Okay." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon he ran out with an iron block.

The iron block is black, although the shape is irregular, each section looks extremely glorious, and the black light is hidden. The whole iron block was about one of the four people who originally had iron cymbals. Tang San transported Mysterious Heaven Skill and held it without feeling strenuous.

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

Tang San nodded, "Badly made into steel, the poorest quality metal will continue to be refined after continuous forging and purification. Dad, are you telling me this?"

Tang Hao found that these days his son seems to have brought himself a lot of surprises, and returned him the iron block. "Then you go on. When you forge it into the size of a fist, show it to me." After speaking, he turned and walked out of the house.

According to what he originally said, he can teach Tang San forging by forging the iron block 10,000 times, but now he seems to be a promise. But Tang San didn't care about this, he just thought about what Tang Hao said.

"Fist size?" Can such a large iron block really be forged to the size of a fist? Although it is only a quarter of the original volume, Tang San knows that with the continuous forging, the density of the iron blocks is getting larger and larger, and it is more difficult to shrink the volume. If you want to forge it to the size of a fist, you can't do it with another 10,000 strokes.

A hundred smelts become steel, so what is Wan smelt? There was a flash of light in Tang San's eyes, a slight mistake under his feet, and his body had deliberately penetrated into his room. Soon, the tinkling sound of the clanging sounded again in the smithy.

Three days passed quickly. Tang San still goes to the top of the mountain every morning to do his routine homework. After returning home, he is forging besides cooking. It was a comparison with that pig iron. Beating speed is increasing every day. Mysterious Heaven Skill helped him to quickly recover his strength and maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little San, Grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the smithy on time, perhaps because of the boredom of Tang Hao, this time he didn't even walk in, just called Tang San outside.

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