Wu Ming's approach frightened the group of children, because the scene just now, even if they told the adults, the adults would think it was a coincidence, except for the poor baby, no one else could sense that Wu Ming did it on purpose.

And the deflated child is their head, and he is also the person who often took the lead in bullying the dead Wu Ming in the past.

However, Nameless abides by the words of the old Taoist priest in the previous life: bullying the weak is not done by the strong.

In fact, with Wu Ming's strength, not to mention these babies, they are ordinary adults, and they don't look at them. So, he just let the kid suffer a little and forget it.

Soon, he came to Tang San's house. In fact, this morning, he found that Tang San was different when he ran in the morning.

Tang San actually didn't go to the morning class, he recalled it seriously, thinking that Tang San should start learning the Cloak Hammer Method from Tang Hao at this moment! And Tang Hao's attitude should have changed! Then I'll go and burn a fire and let him speed up his transformation.

Sure enough, Tang San's family kept coming out of the sound of "dangdangdang...... striking iron.

"Is Xiao San here?" Wu Ming shouted outside the house.

"Come in!" Tang San replied.

Wu Ming opened the door curtain and saw Tang San standing next to the forging table, holding a heavy forging hammer in his hand.

On the table is a piece of pig iron, but it is much smaller than ordinary pig iron.

Tang Hao stood straight like a mountain, his hands clasped around his chest, and his eyes looked at Tang San like a torch.

"Uncle Tang Hao!Good afternoon!" Wu Ming saluted respectfully.

"Hmm!"

Tang Hao was still cold, although Wu Ming's child was a little extraordinary, but it was not in his eyes.

"Little San, my dad has a letter. He has already secured a place for me to work at the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, so we can go together then. Wu Ming said happily, and the afterglow fell on Tang Hao.

Wu Ming snickered in his heart: Burn the fire! Hehe, hey, look at your Haotian Douluo's concentration, if it's not enough, wait a minute......

"Huh!" Tang San looked up at Tang Hao, with a bit of expectation and envy in his eyes.

Tang Hao directly ignored it and did not speak.

"Uncle Tang Hao, Xiao San is a rare innate soul power that is rare in a hundred years! It's a pity not to be a soul master!" Wu Ming continued to burn the fire.

Tang Hao's face was gloomy, and he still didn't make a sound.

"Do you want Xiao San to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life? Don't you think it's unfair to him. Isn't this tantamount to destroying the heavens?"

Tang San said: "Wu Ming, it's okay! It's good to be a blacksmith! Thank you and Grandpa Jack for your kindness." ”

"He may not even be able to do a blacksmith, what else can he talk about being a soul master?" Tang Hao finally spoke.

"How is this possible? It's easy to be a blacksmith, you just need to use a hammer!" Wu Ming said innocently.

"Yes? It's just as simple as using a hammer. Tang Hao said.

"Okay, then you tell me when forging, where does the body exert force first?" Tang Hao asked.

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth rose, but he didn't speak.

"Waist!" Tang San's answer.

"What do you think?" said Tang Hao.

"Uncle Tang Hao, I think it's the heart!" Wu Ming's mouth rose and he smiled.

"What heart?" Tang San was puzzled, he didn't understand why it was the heart.

Tang Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and he said in his heart: This kid has some talent, is it a guess.

"Oh, then tell me, how many hearts do people have?" Tang Hao was interested.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Ming said unhurriedly: "Uncle Tang Hao, I think it should be three!"

"What three hearts, aren't there only one people?" Tang San was confused, his heart was strong, there were three hearts, and his head was a little confused......

Tang Hao's eyes widened: Could it be a guess?

Do demons send gods?

Or does that kid have the ability to read minds and be able to spy on what others are thinking......

"Oh, then tell me, what about them?" Tang Hao asked.

Wu Ming didn't answer, he walked directly to Tang San's side and motioned for Xiao San to give him the hammer.

"This is very heavy, do you want to move?" Tang San asked with concern.

Wu Ming looked light-hearted, took the hammer in his left hand, and looked relaxed.

"What? With his left hand, he can easily pick up a forging hammer of more than fifty catties. Isn't it said that he is weak and can't help the wind, and he can walk against the wall?" Tang Hao had two big words of surprise written on his face.

Tang San was no exception, he had to use the Xuantian Gong Method to be so easy.

Wu Ming actually looked more relaxed than himself.

However, they thought that Wu Ming still had some reservations, but in fact, Wu Ming had already done his best.

Although during this time, his physical fitness has been greatly improved with the help of Neijiaquan, Twin Martial Souls, and "A Bowl of True Fragrance".

But after all, the foundation is too thin! If you don't use your left hand, with the help of the increase of the gourd martial spirit, it is estimated that the hammer would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The gourd martial soul increased the strength of Wu Ming's left hand a lot, while the yellow paper martial soul made his right hand flexible and agile.

Wu Ming adjusted his breathing, focused on the piece of pig iron on the stage, and felt the frequency of his heartbeat.

"It's now!"

I saw Wu Ming raise the casting hammer in the air with both hands, his body turned back halfway, his feet were tightly pressed to the ground, the muscles of his two calves tensed instantly, and then he kicked the ground suddenly, his waist quickly turned back, and the casting hammer was also brought back.

The sound !!of the hammer falling on the pig iron was like a thunderclap in the sky.

"Zizi Zi !!" sparks, which is the effect of pig iron being driven away by critical blows and impurities being removed.

"God, it actually collapsed by one-tenth" Tang San's eyesight was extremely good, but he understood that this was the result of the human body's strength.

However, he didn't know that Wu Ming was actually blessed with the breath of the inner fist and the soul power of the gourd martial spirit.

At this moment, his left hand was extremely hot, and the gourd martial soul faintly had a tendency to drill into the palm of his hand. He hurriedly put down the casting hammer, he didn't want to expose his gourd martial spirit.

And just now, almost all of his power was emptied, but the effect still came out.

"Very good! Wu Ming, you are very good! Xiao San has not seen it, there are three hearts in the human body, one in each calf, and one in the chest. With your calves as the foundation, your waist as the axis, and your heart as the starting point, you can connect your strength into one, which is called full strength. Here you are!"

Tang San picked up the forging hammer, recalled Wu Ming's posture just now, and felt Tang Hao's words, all his mind was running Xuantian Gong, his calves tightened, and he suddenly exerted force.

Heartbeat!!

Calf Kick!!

Waist turn!!

Back and shoulder shrug!!

Hand hammer down !!

Coherent!!!

"Bang!"

Hammer iron thunder!!

"Sting!"

Impurities like stars!!

That piece of pig iron was actually dented by nearly a quarter, that is to say, the power of Tang San's hammer just now was even stronger than Wu Ming's.

Wu Ming sighed: The son of the plane is still more powerful! I only hit one-tenth of the depression, but he hit nearly one-eighth.

In fact, Wu Ming's conclusion was wrong: because he was the first to dent the pig iron, the position he chose was actually not very reasonable, so the power was dispersed.

But Tang San used the Purple Pole Demon Pupil, and his gaze locked on the position of the pig iron depression. In this way, his power will not be dispersed, so the two are actually evenly divided.

Tang Hao saw it most clearly, and he actually smiled......