"Hey, unconsciously, have you been traveling for six years?"

Tang Zuo was lying halfway up the mountain, looking at the stars in the sky, sighing at his fate.

"Brother, it's time to go home for dinner."

Not far from the mountain appeared a thin figure, looking about five or six years old.

"I got the junior."

With that, Tang Zuo stood up and followed Tang San home.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Tang Zuo saw his drunkard father, and he couldn't help but pout, but he recovered immediately.

"So the boss is a person, or is he a Title Douluo, and he actually let us raise it?" Tang Zuo said secretly in his heart.

Tang Zuo worked in a comic book company in his previous life, specializing in the sinicization of the Hokage and the special effects of Douluo Continent, he had no family in his previous life, and he even had few friends.

It was a sunny morning, and Tang Zuo was leisurely walking down the street when a shout came.

"Ah, help, please, help me."

At that time, there were countless people passing by there, and there was no one to help her, Tang Zuo was very fond of fighting, and he rushed to where he heard the screams, who knew that he was hit by a silver Porsche on the road, and when he woke up, he found that he had become a baby, and after continuous understanding, he knew that he had crossed into the world of Douluo Continent.

It's okay to be hit by a car and cross this bloody plot, not to mention that he actually crossed over to become Tang San's brother, and I don't know if it's my own brother.

When he was three years old, he discovered a shocking secret, and he found that he actually looked exactly like Sasuke in Naruto, with a pair of sharp eyes on his handsome face, and a seductive aura on the bridge of his nose.

Of course, that's what Tang Zuo looked like when he grew up.

Now he's just a cute little handsome guy at best, uh, yes, cute.

Ever since Donzo crossed over, he has been planning his future with great ambition.

He was born as a prodigy by Tang Hao, and the hope of dealing with the Wuhun Palace, he was different from Tang San, although Tang San was a traverser, he did not have Tang Zuo's terrifying spiritual power, nor did he have Tang Zuo's handsome appearance.

Tang Zuo is half a year old, and he can already run when he is less than a year old, this series of actions amazed Tang Hao, and even more amazed Tang San, who grew up with him.

If only these Tang San could still accept it, but he still had several times more strength than Tang San.

Later, Tang San found out that he couldn't compare with his brother at all, and his brother was someone else's child.

"Father, wake up, it's time to eat." Tang Zuo said.

Tang Hao also sat up after hearing Tang Zuo's words, ready to eat.

"Knock knock."

There was a deafening knock on the door.

"Who?" Tang San wanted to open the door, but was pressed down by Tang Zuo.

"Little San, you have a good meal, I'll go."

Tang Zuo's delicate face was full of love, a brother who was alive and well.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

When Tang Zuo opened the door, he was greeted by a white-haired old man dressed in yellow and holding a cane.

"Grandpa Jack? What are you doing here. Tang San asked suspiciously.

"Little San, Xiao Zuo, tomorrow the Soul Master will come to help you awaken your martial soul, I'll inform you, and I wish you good luck by the way."

"Really?" He had guessed it when Donzo had just seen Jack coming, but even if he knew, it didn't stop him from getting excited.

"What martial soul will I awaken? Writing Wheel Eyes? Haotian Hammer? I'm looking forward to it. ”

Just as Tang Zuo was thinking about it, Jack began to scold Tang Hao again.

"You said that you are an adult and rely on two children, are you so embarrassed?"

After hearing this, Tang Hao directly ignored Jack, as if nothing had happened.

Donzo has had a reverence for Jack since he was born.

Who is Jack? is a person who has a hard mouth and is titled Douluo, a person who can scold Titled Douluo, and a person who brings out two gods in later generations, can this be a joke?

"Hey." Jack shook his head after seeing Tang Hao's reaction, saying that he felt unworthy for the two brothers of the Tang family.

Tang Zuo and Tang San looked at each other and smiled, waved their hands helplessly, and didn't say anything.

After Jack left, the three of them hurried to have a meal, and our protagonist Tang Zuoke is a chef who can make a hundred kinds of tofu into a hundred patterns.

Everyone had a look of enjoyment.

"Brother, I'm full." Tang San looked at his bulging belly and thought to himself.

"I've lived two lifetimes, why do I feel like a child every time I eat my brother's cooking?"

Tang Zuo nodded.

"I'm done too."

Tang Zuo put down his bowl and chopsticks, and cleaned up the table with Tang San.

After a while, the two finished brushing the bowl and chopsticks, and Tang San saw that Tang Hao was striking iron, so he asked, "Father, can you teach me to strike iron?" ”

Tang Hao froze slightly.

"How, do you want to learn how to strike iron?"

Tang San nodded, and Tang Zuo on the side also nodded interestingly.

"Okay, then I'll show you how."

After that, Tang Hao picked up the hammer and hit the iron rhythmically one by one, the fine iron kept splashing sparks, and the deafening beating sound formed a rhythm in Tang San's ears, as if it was a tune, and in Tang Zuo's ears...... Well, it's noise.

Soon, the piece of fine iron was completely transformed.

"Well, have you two learned?"

Tang San nodded.

Tang Zuo nodded.

Tang Hao handed the hammer to Tang San.

"Little San, you come first."

Tang San heard the words and took the hammer that was sinking to death, of course, it was just in the eyes of others, it was not much for Tang San.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of striking iron kept coming.

Ten times......

There was no stop.

Twenty strokes......

There was no stop.

In the end, it was fixed at thirty-eight.

"Three...... Thirty-eight?"

Tang Hao's pupils dilated, and he took a breath of cool air.

Tang San then handed the hammer to Tang Zuo, and both of them looked at him with expectant eyes, which made Tang Zuo feel creepy.

"Bang bang!"

Thirty ......

There was no stop.

Forty strokes......

There was no stop.

"Father, brother, he ......" Tang San looked at Tang Hao's eyes like looking at a monster, and even Tang Hao leaked a smile for a long time.

"Five, fifty-six?"

Tang Hao's jaw was about to fall in shock.

"Father, what is this trick called?" Tang San was the first to wake up from the shock that Tang Zuo had brought to him and asked.

"It's called, Cloak Hammer." Tang Hao deliberately added a pause, and then accentuated the next few words.

Tang Zuo couldn't help but think of a story from his previous life at this time.

A long, long time ago, there was a person named Xia Ji, she was a blacksmith, since she was a child, she pursued the ultimate in iron, and suddenly one day, he came to inspiration, and used a special way to study the cloak hammer method, but her strength was not enough, so she could only hammer eight times, and later this hammer method was recorded by her descendants.

Therefore, the chaotic cloak hammer method is also known as - Xia Ji Bado.

Thinking of this, Tang Zuo burst out laughing.

Tang Hao looked at the smile that appeared on Tang Zuo's extremely handsome face, and even a smile appeared on his hundred-year-old cold ice two stunned faces.

"Brother, I thought I couldn't compare to you in other aspects, but I won in this aspect of forging, but I was hit by you again." Tang San stared at Tang Zuodao with wide eyes.

Tang Zuo scratched his head in embarrassment, then raised his right hand, merged his index finger and middle finger, and knocked it on Tang San's head.

"There's Lucide, Tang San."

Tang San blushed......

Tang San buried his face in his lap......