Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San, in his heart, the most sensible child in the village was Tang San in front of him, it was hard to imagine how such a father could have such a well-behaved son.

"The Great Soul Master is a title at the level of a Soul Master. Soul masters are the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent, they can be powerful warriors, and they can also have excellent auxiliary abilities. But no matter what kind of soul master it is, the ranks are all sorted according to the same title.

"Soul masters all have their own martial souls, and according to the strength of their martial souls, they are divided into ten titles. Each title is divided into 10 levels. At first, those who just got started were called soul warriors, and as long as the martial soul awakened, everyone was a soul warrior. If the martial soul can be cultivated, when the soul power reaches the eleventh level, it will enter the next title, that is, the soul master. And the Great Soul Master is the third in the entire sequence. When he reached the realm of a great soul master, he was already a very powerful soul master. The overall ten titles are like this. ”

"Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo and Title Douluo. The name of our Douluo Continent comes from this. Legend has it that Title Douluo who has reached level ninety or above can give himself a title, they are simply invincible! ”

Old Jack's eyes shone with pride, "Our Holy Soul Village had an eighth sequence of soul saints a hundred years ago. In the whole of Notting City, and indeed the entire province of Fasno, it is also extremely rare. ”

Tang Hao on the side pursed his lips, "Old Jack, that's just a legend." ”

As if he had been touched by the scales, Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend, a legend also comes from facts." Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years, and you should understand the status of that soul saint in our hearts. If I hear you insult the Soul Saint again, I will expel you from the village. If it weren't for the sake of the junior, do you think I'd like to come to your kennel? ”

Tang Hao was not angry, and still knocked on the farm tool in his hand, as if he hadn't heard Jack's words. This Haotian Douluo was a little speechless...... Soul Saint is very capable of fighting? Lao Tzu is titled Douluo! And the place where Title Douluo lives is a kennel?

Jack glared at him fiercely, and then said to Tang San: "In the future, you must not be so decadent as your father, okay, I'll leave first, and I'll pick you up in three days." With that, Old Jack left the blacksmith in a rage.

"Daddy." Tang San shouted.

"Huh?" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly, seeing the chill in his father's eyes, Tang San had to swallow back what he wanted to say. He bowed his head and went back to his room to continue the struggle for the ten thousand strokes.

When night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and habitually walked outside, for him, this was a routine, going out to drink. Drink the worst quality ale. This Haotian Douluo is so decadent now, he doesn't even take care of his son, he is still blaming himself for being weak at the beginning, and at the same time, Tang Hao has not wasted his cultivation except for drinking, and his current decadence is also due to the tempering of his state of mind.

The more you cultivate to the top, the more you have great requirements for the state of mind, the state of mind is spiritual power, just like breaking through to the limit Douluo must have the divine sense of the Divine Yuan Realm, although Tang Hao has not reached the Divine Yuan Realm now, he has reached the peak of the Spiritual Realm, and Tang San also has the spiritual power of the Spiritual Realm.

"Dad. Wait a minute. "Tang San didn't have time to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, so he stopped Tang Hao first." Do? Tang Hao glared at him impatiently, although Tang Hao had never beaten Tang San, but for some reason, Tang San was a little afraid of this father all his life. For him who is a human being in two lives, he can't change this feeling. Tang Hao once stayed in the Killing Capital, he was a killing god. It's not without murderous energy. Yongcai may not feel the murderous aura, but Tang San can feel it.

"Those 10,000 strokes, I'm done forging." Tang San said.

"Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to brighten up a little, "Show it to me." "Okay." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon, he ran out with an iron block in his hand. The iron block is jet-black throughout, and although the shape is irregular, it looks like every section is extremely smooth, and the black light looms in it.

The entire piece of iron was about a quarter the size of the original iron lump, and Tang San didn't feel it difficult to carry it with Xuantian Gong.

Tang Hao grabbed the jet-black iron in his hand and put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Now do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tang San nodded, "Hundred refinements into steel, no matter how bad the quality of the metal is, it will become high-quality after continuous forging and purification." Dad, are you trying to tell me this? ”

Tang Hao found that his son seemed to have brought him a lot of surprise these days, and returned the iron to him, "Then you can continue." When you forge it into a fist, show it to me. With that, he turned and walked out of the house.

According to what he originally said, forging that piece of iron with ten thousand strokes could teach Tang San to forge, but now he seemed to have broken his promise. But Tang San didn't care about this, he just thought about what Tang Hao said.

"The size of a fist?" Can such a large piece of iron really be forged to the size of a fist? Tang San knew very well that as the continuous forging progressed, the density of the iron pieces became more and more dense, and the volume reduction became more difficult. Forging it to the size of a fist is not something that can be done with 10,000 strokes.

Hundred refining into steel, so what is ten thousand refinement? A shining light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and with a slight mistake under his feet, his body had already deftly burrowed into his room. Soon, the sound of clanging knocks sounded again in the blacksmith's shop.

Three days passed quickly, and Tang San would still go to the top of the mountain every morning to do his routine homework, and when he returned home, in addition to cooking, it was forging. It's kind of a match for that piece of pig iron. The beating speed is increasing every day. Xuantian Gong helped him quickly recover his strength and was able to maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little San, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop on time, perhaps because he was bored with Tang Hao, this time he didn't even walk in, only called Tang San outside.

Tang San glanced at his father, who had just had breakfast beside him. Tang Hao said coldly: "Go ahead." Don't delay cooking at noon. ”

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Na'er: "When am I going to play?"

Yu Hao's Funeral: "Next Chapter"

Heavenly Ice Silkworm: "How is my strength setting?" ”

Yu Hao's funeral: "According to my second creation, take a look at the first few chapters." ”

Heavenly Ice Silkworm: "OK, come on!" ”