For half a month, Wu Ming and Tang San went to go to morning classes in the morning. Tang San is at the top of the mountain, and Wu Ming is at the bottom of the mountain.

Tang San's Purple Pole Demon Pupil had made rapid progress in the face of heavenly beauty, and he could actually see the work of mosquitoes flapping their wings within ten meters.

And Wu Ming did not fall behind, he had already raised the weight to two hundred and fifty pounds, and it was still easy to do push-ups.

Of course, he chose one-handed push-ups, and he found that he could only do a hundred with his right hand to reach the limit. And the left hand can make two hundred in one go, and every time it does two hundred, the gourd martial soul will be ready to move.

Wu Ming had a preliminary judgment on the increase in the strength of his gourd martial soul, and the usual state was estimated to be an increase of 100 percent, that is, twice as much! If he used a martial soul, his whole body would be twice as strong, and his left hand would be increased by four times, which would undoubtedly be his killer feature.

After lunch in the afternoon, it was the training of the two brothers. In the corner of the room, there were more than a dozen fist-sized pieces of pig iron, but the weight of those pig iron was several times heavier than ordinary ones. It's the culmination of a lot of hard work. This achievement is six pieces of Wu Ming and nine pieces of Tang San.

It seems that Tang San defeated Wu Ming, but in fact, it is not, because:

First, Tang San had a lot of time forging. Wu Ming had to go back to Old Jack's house at nine o'clock every night. And Tang San will practice for a single bell.

Second, Tang San's forging level was high, he had the Purple Pole Demon Pupil, so he had a more accurate grasp of the timing, and at the same time, he had the Xuantian Technique, which made it faster to recover.

Third, Wu Ming deliberately hid his clumsiness. Although Wu Ming had some advantages with the tempering of the gourd martial soul in his left hand, he did not dare to release the martial soul, so he only had twice the strength, which was not much stronger than Tang San's mixed strength.

So his tempering results are much less. Of course, he knew it in his heart, even so, Tang Hao loved Wu Ming more and more. I think he and Xiao San are very compatible, one is calm as water, the other is enthusiastic as fire, and they are naturally complementary. If he can cultivate...... Then consider ...... Let's talk about it later......

And in terms of the use of the chaotic cloak hammer method between the two, Tang San can already use twenty-four hammers in a row, while Wu Ming is twenty-one hammers, which is naturally the result of his not using the gourd martial soul, in fact, Wu Ming ignored an important thing, that is, his yellow paper martial soul, if he uses his hands, the speed increase effect of the yellow paper martial soul may be able to help him hit more hammers in a row. Really responded to that sentence: the authorities are confused!

At noon that day, Tang San was recuperating in breathing, and Wu Ming was pounding his seventh piece of pig iron with all his might, but when he hammered it to the size of a fist, he felt that the strength of the rebound was amazing, and the forging hammer almost escaped from his hand.

"Little San, look at what this is?" Wu Ming exclaimed, putting down the forging hammer and pointing at the black shiny pig iron.

Tang San opened his eyes, and the Purple Pole Demon Pupil opened, "God, it's actually the Iron Mother, a real Iron Mother!

Wu Ming looked at Tang San's expression, and immediately understood, but he still pretended not to know, because he knew that Tang San would use it to make his first secret weapon, but Wu Ming was already very satisfied, it was cool to strike iron for a while, and it was always cool to strike iron! It was Xiaodao's honor to help the son of the plane......

"Wu Ming, this is the Iron Mother, the Iron Mother that can forge weapons. Is this okay for me?" Tang San said.

"This is originally your family, my lovely little third brother!" Wu Ming said with a smile, holding the piece of iron mother, it was extremely heavy, and the density was so great, it was amazing!

After Wu Ming left in the evening, after Tang Hao fell asleep, Tang San was busy all night, and the next morning he went to the top of the mountain much earlier than usual.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!" was the sound of Ji Huang being pulled, three black lights burst out, and the bowl of iron core wood on the top of the mountain, this extremely hard wood was stuck with three sleeve arrows.

"Ahhh Only then did he pull out the three-point sleeve arrow into the wood, and "Ka Ka Ka" pressed it back again. If Wu Ming was present at this moment, he would definitely recognize that this was the first hidden weapon Tang San made in Douluo, the Sleeve Arrow.

One barrel and three arrows consumed the precious iron mother. The Secret Weapon Grandmaster of the previous life finally started the first display. Exquisitely crafted, the three Sleeve Arrows had three blood slots, if it weren't for the lack of materials, Tang San wanted to add barbs to the tip of the Sleeve Arrow. In this way, as long as the opponent is shot, the opponent will not dare to pull out the sleeve arrow easily, because this will directly enlarge the wound again. The tail section is equipped with a quarter-tail fin, which allows the Hidden Arrow to fly steadily, and the tapered arrow facilitates flight and penetration of targets.

Of course, Tang San was very dissatisfied with this work, the Buddha Anger Tang Lian in his previous life was the work he was satisfied with, but he felt that it was still his limit, what was this sleeve arrow? It's just that with it, Tang San still had no problem dealing with ordinary soul masters......

Tang San looked at the white belly of the fish in the east, his eyes flashed with confidence, he didn't pay attention, Wu Ming under the mountain looked at him for a long time, "It's so fast! It's not a genius of the Tang Sect, a secret weapon master!"

And at this moment, an uninvited guest came to Old Jack's house. Old Jack was obviously surprised that the person was actually Tang Hao, and Tang Hao looked much younger. Oh! It turned out that the beard had been shaved, and Old Jack was still in a daze.

"Village Chief, in a few days, you can take Xiao San and Wu Ming to the Notting City Soul Master Junior Academy to report! This is the travel fee!" Tang Hao's tone was still flat, and he directly handed Old Jack a bag of coins, which was very heavy.

"What? You agreed! Great, that's the best thing you've done in years...... Hey, don't go...... I still have good wine......" Before Old Jack finished speaking, Tang Hao was gone.

"Uhhh......h This kid Wu Ming guessed accurately, but it's rare for Tang Hao, an alcoholic, to have a clear head......" Old Jack muttered to himself.

"Ah Qiu!" Wu Ming ran home by the river with a heavy bag on his back, but suddenly sneezed. He didn't notice that a whirlpool suddenly rose in the river, and a black figure appeared in it.

He hadn't run home yet, but he heard that the house was very lively, and it turned out to be Uncle Kate, Thomson and

Uncle Arthur came.

"Do you know? Tang Hao, a drunkard, finally agreed to Xiao San's going to Notting City Soul Master Junior Academy, and also sent the travel expenses. Old Jack's eyebrows fluttered.

"Wow! I can't see that he still has this awareness, Xiao San, this kid is good! It's a pity, my Jim is not that material. Oh, by the way, Uncle Jack, Wu Ming is said to be able to go too, it's really unseemly!" Uncle Kate sighed.

"That's right! Coincidentally, he and Xiao San had the best play, and both of them were chosen. My Simba, hey!" Thomson sighed.

"I hope that my Bryant can awaken the martial soul next year and become a soul master...... I'm looking forward to it!"

Wu Ming finally understood what the parental heart of Wangzi Jackie Chan was......