The change in Tang Hao's attitude made Tang San feel good, but he had always been calm and liked to hide things in his heart.

He still goes to the top of the mountain every morning for morning classes, and Wu Ming will also appear at the foot of the mountain early, with a heavy bag on his shoulders forever.

But he started a new workout pattern – weighted push-ups. The weight bag, which was wider than Wu Ming's shoulder, pressed against the thin body, blocking Wu Ming's entire body.

Tang San visually measured that the weight of that bag was probably more than one hundred and fifty catties, Wu Ming was really born with divine power, it was really unpredictable! He immediately adjusted his mind and continued to cultivate the Xuantian Gong Method.

This is what Wu Ming learned from the old Taoist priest in the previous life, push-ups, finger push-ups, pull-ups, and horse steps, in fact, the equipment that Wu Ming wants to make the most is a barbell, but in this Douluo Continent, iron basically has to be refined by blacksmiths, turning iron ore into molten iron, and then casting. It's very troublesome, and Wu Ming is very annoyed by this.

Fortunately, there is sand and gravel in the weight bag, and there are many small rivers outside the village. But sand and gravel are not enough, you have to have strong pockets, and as the weight increases, the pockets become less and less disabled. Because Wu Ming found that when the pressure on the palm of the hand was greater, the martial soul seemed to be more and more easily stimulated. How exactly can this be solved?

At this time, Grandpa Jack's pockets and fur have suffered. Rice bags, charcoal bags, no matter what material the bags are, cracked one by one within three days. Half-man-tall waste bags were piled up in the yard, and old Jack's rice could only be put on the table.

Old Jack was able to endure it at first, but later, he found that his family had no rice, and he wanted to buy rice, but he had no pockets.

One day, he couldn't help but ask, "Wu Ming, what are you doing here, have you broken so many pockets?"

Wu Ming said with an innocent face: "Grandpa Jack, you really don't understand the world of young people!" and prevaricated.

Grandpa Jack sighed: "I really don't understand the world of young people, Xiao San is full of soul power, but he wants to strike iron!! It turned out that Old Jack was still worried about Tang San's not going to Notting City Soul Master Junior Academy. After all, Tang San and Wu Ming in the village are talented, sensible and well-behaved.

Seeing this, Wu Ming comforted: "Grandpa Jack, don't worry, Uncle Tang Hao will agree, and the junior will go with me!"

"If only that were the case!" said old Jack.

Wu Ming didn't answer anymore, because he already knew the answer, and time would tell. A flash of inspiration flashed in his heart: The cloth is not good, the iron is always okay! But am I really going to strike iron? Isn't this robbing Tang San's words? Whatever, whatever! There is a saying in his previous life: Brother who strikes iron, hehe! He and the son of the plane are brothers, and they strike iron together, and they will fight together in the future, phew! It's a battle! I have made a lot of money......

Wu Ming rushed out of the house with a spring breeze on his face, leaving Old Jack cleaning up the mess. But the cracks were so big that no amount of needlework could save them.

"I smiled proudly, I smiled proudly...... "Before anyone arrived, the song arrived."

The little broken children who had been playing on the road heard the terrible song, and although it sounded cheerful, the children immediately disappeared without a trace. One of them even clamped his legs and covered a certain part of the body vigorously. I think it's a little cool there!

Wu Ming looked at the road with the figures just now, it was already empty at the moment. He muttered to himself, "Brother, is it so terrible? I'm very gentle and kind!" He deliberately raised his voice, and the children rolled their eyes angrily when they heard it clearly......

After a full ten minutes, the babies found that Wu Ming had already gone away, and started their game time again. And Wu Ming and Tang San began the rhythm of fighting iron brothers.

It's strange to say, since the Martial Spirit Hall came that day, Tang Hao no longer slept during the day, just stood quietly behind Tang San and Wu Ming, watching the little brother two dozen irons.

Wu Ming was also very impressed, Tang Hao's concentration was so strong. Because the "jingling" sound is indeed not so good, every time it passes, Wu Ming will feel that his eardrums are swollen, which is very unhappy.

At the beginning, Tang Hao would often point to the two of them, but slowly the guidance became less and less, and a smile often appeared on his old face.

In fact, Tang Hao's original appearance is still very handsome and extraordinary, but the heartache and decadence of these years have made him extremely old, Wu Ming sometimes wants to tell Tang Hao a word, this sentence is a children's song in his previous life: You look so good when you smile, like a spring flower...... But it's better than having a straight face!

Wu Ming also benefited from the daily life of striking iron, and he found that when the two hands were evenly forced, the gourd martial spirit would not be stimulated. This gave him a bold idea: can he use his left hand to temper pig iron, so that the benefits to the gourd martial soul should be greater!

So, when Tang San finished tempering, Wu Ming began his crazy attempt. At first, he still picked up the forging hammer in a decent manner, and after the warm-up, he actually withdrew his right hand in the air, and directly held the hammer in his left hand and pulled it out.

"Bang!", and the iron was smashed into a lot of dents in an instant.

Tang San was pranayama with his eyes closed, so he didn't see Wu Ming's actions. However, the unusual sound made him suddenly wake up from his pranayama.

"What? Left hand!"

Tang Hao said in surprise, his heart was shocked: the hammer just now, the heart moved, the legs moved, the waist turned, the back shrugged, the arm bent, the hammer was released! If this son can cultivate, he will definitely achieve a lot of success!

"Uncle Tang, do you think there is anything I didn't do well with that hammer just now?" Wu Ming asked seriously.

"No, it's just a little hesitant to turn around, probably because you still use your right hand. Your left hand seems to be much stronger than your right hand, are you left-handed?" Tang Hao replied, with a little more approval in his tone.

Wu Ming's heart was happy, and being able to get Haotian Douluo's praise showed that his performance just now was still great, otherwise this tall figure would not have said so, but he was actually not left-handed, but because of the role of the gourd martial spirit.

"Yes, Uncle Tang Hao, I will correct it!" Wu Ming did not deny that he was left-handed.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

"Bang! bang!"

......

Eight hammers in a row, Wu Ming felt that the martial soul in his palm was already ready to move, he was too surprised, at first he hammered with both hands, and the gourd martial soul did not react. It seems that he is going in the right direction.

"It's your turn, junior!" Wu Ming accepted it when he saw it, afraid that if he hammered it again, the gourd martial spirit would be released uncontrollably. For the time being, there is no need to expose the fact that he is a twin martial spirit, although the father and son of the Tang family are good people.

So, Tang San started a new round of training, and he seemed to be more focused and attentive, maybe he had just been stimulated by Wu Ming......

Tang Hao looked at the little brother who was chasing me, and smiled even more......