Does Tang San know these math and logic problems?

No.

He's a god king, why is he still learning this?

So Tang San's face was even greener.

"You won't know that?" The big cat scratched his head, what you can learn with a twist of your god king's powerful divine thoughts, is it possible to forget these if you are reborn?

Or is the soul guide technology in the trajectory of fate different from what I learned?

That's not right.,It's the interstellar era.,Doesn't it involve math lines?

Isn't the design of trillions of soul power matrices and various soul guides on those spaceships involve geometry?

"No...... Yes. Tang San gritted his teeth in reply, this thing won't just won't ......

"Shura, will you?!" At the same time, Tang San began to call for foreign aid in his mind.

"I will, but why should I tell you?" The God King, who manages hundreds of planets below, has all kinds of planets, and does not need to be proficient, but still has the concept of what should be there.

Tang San was helpless, so he had to turn his head to look at his son and grandson.

As people who have personally experienced the era of soul guidance in later generations, they should always be able to, right?

After two balls of water were splashed on the faces of their son and grandson, Tang Wulin and Tang Xuanyu finally woke up.

Tang Xuanyu's eyes were full of grief and fear when he looked at Tang San and Tang Wulin, but Tang Wulin just lowered his head.

"Dance scales, Xuanyu, come and have a look." Tang San beckoned.

Tang Wulin and Tang Xuanyu came to the boulder step by step.

After a while, Tang Wulin's eyes were full of mockery and contempt when he looked at Tang San.

"......" Tang San understood the meaning in his son's eyes, and pinched a handprint casually.

The screams sounded around the boulder in an instant, and at the same time, there was Tang Wulin rolling all over the ground.

Tang San looked at this scene indifferently, relying on blood to control these juniors? He wasn't that arrogant yet, it was something he had in his memories of his previous life, something that would follow his tools for the rest of his life.

After a while, Tang Wulin stood up numbly and began to write and draw on the sand.

Tang San nodded with satisfaction, this is the role of the tool man.

"Okay, that's your time." The big cat looked at the answer on the ground and nodded helplessly.

You can't help but give Tang San a pass, right?

"Let's wait here, the second level is the actual combat assessment, and I will pick up the person in charge of the second level."

……

The time came to noon, and an old man was finally belatedly under the burden of the big cat.

"This old gentleman's surname is Huang Minghan, and he is responsible for your actual combat assessment." The big cat put the old man down, jumped on the boulder in an instant, and made it clear that he was eating melons and watching the show.

Tang Sankai looked up and down at this so-called second level examiner, who looked like he was about sixty years old, and he was already in his prime.

Although the person is old, the whole person exudes a grandmaster bearing, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and the depths of the seemingly turbid Tong hole are faintly revealing a sharp edge.

He wears a gray suit and soft armor on his wrists, shoulders, torso, and knees.

Tang San became vigilant, raised his hands, and the yellow, yellow, purple, and purple soul rings emerged from his body.

I'm really afraid of something, this kind of grandmaster temperament generally only appears on the titled powerhouse, the Wuhun Hall shouldn't let a titled powerhouse assess his actual combat ability, right?!

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"Young man, don't be nervous, I'm not a soul master, old man." The old man waved his hand, signaling Tang San not to be nervous.

His voice sounded calm, even mild.

There was no fluctuation at all because of Tang San's image.

'Of course you're not a soul master, what if you're a paladin?!' ’

Tang San's vigilance had not weakened a point due to the old man's words and attitude, and he still maintained his original posture.

"This actual combat assessment does not involve soul power levels, nor soul skills, but only fist and foot kung fu."

The old man put one hand behind his back and stretched out the other, signaling that Tang San could attack.

Tang San was stunned, did it only involve fists and feet?

That was much easier than fighting souls, because he really didn't know what the other party's soul power level was.

"Of course, the three of you can go up together, old man, I don't want to waste time."

As the words fell, a pair of gloves appeared on the old man's hand, but they did not show the soul ring and soul power level.

Tang San didn't say a word, the tentacles instantly extended out, polite? And the people of the Wuhun Hall don't need to be polite.

"Holy Light Seal!" It wasn't people who responded to him, but the big cat's voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women and their ages.

The sudden disappearance of soul power made Tang San stumble, and he looked up at the big cat on the boulder, his eyes containing anger.

"It's all said, you can't use soul skills." The big cat looked down at Tang San, and the vertical boy was full of mockery. "But I can't trust you, so it's good to just seal the soul power of your father and son.

"Of course, martial soul possession can be used."

Tang San had no choice but to endure his anger and look at the old man who was standing in front of him and was indifferent to all this.

The ghost shadow moved under his feet, Tang San quickly approached the old man, and his tentacles clenched into fists and hit the old man's face.

Poison alone is enough for this old man to trouble for a while!

The old man only lightly grasped Tang San's tentacles, and at the same time kicked Tang San's calf, causing Tang San to bow down instantly, followed by a knee crash into Tang San's abdomen.

Tang San's body instantly retreated.

"Old man, my gloves are anti-poison, and your pace is not bad, young man."

Tang San patted his stomach, and there was no heavy blow as he imagined, it just knocked him back.

Turning his head to look at the two descendants who were standing in a daze, Tang San shook his head slightly, and looked at the old man again.

At the same time, two monsters had also come to Tang San's side.

It's really a monster.

The lower body of one has become a long black snake tail, and even the tail end is forked, the upper body has become four arms, and there are four lumps of fat hanging from the chest, but the face is a strange and bewitching pattern, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they look at it.

The monster that is neither male nor female, judging from the vague traces left on his face, is Tang Xuanyu.

One turned into a large, green-faced, fanged beast.

It's Tang Wulin.

Tang San turned a blind eye to this, and did not trouble the Shura God. He himself has become a ghost or a ghost, and he still cares about two tools?

Is it okay to have enough strength, can you help him?

The old man narrowed his eyes, the martial soul is strange, and there are any images after the beast martial soul is possessed, but this is the first time I have seen it.

And to be able to present this posture just by possessing the martial soul, the strength of the martial soul is probably not low.

The next moment, a flying kick turned in the air and rushed directly at the old man's head.

The old man's left elbow was raised, blocking the blow, grabbing Tang San's calf, and falling down reluctantly, at the same time, the other hand pulled Tang Wulin's punch from the side, hitting Tang Xuanyu's chest.

Suddenly, Tang Xuanyu's whole person was generally blasted into the boulder next to him.

"Are you really soul masters?" After easily defusing the three-person attack, the old man couldn't help but ask.