"A watermelon is round and round, split him in half, you half come to him and half ......"

At the edge of the forest, a little Zhengtai with red lips and white teeth was gesturing something, and he was still reciting a mantra that others couldn't understand.

If anyone takes a closer look.

Hi!

You will find that although the movements of this little Shota are slow, there is an indescribable beauty.

Such a small Zhengtai is Su Bai.

After Su Bai finished experimenting with his martial soul, he began to exercise again. After all, the function of the martial soul also requires the soul ring as an auxiliary match.

Now that you think about it a lot, it's better to go with the flow.

Su Bai did not choose to continue running, Su Bai himself believes that physical fitness is important, but skill is also indispensable.

The Tai Chi that Su Bai is playing now is the method that Su Bai himself uses to exercise his skills.

After all, Su Bai's previous life was a peaceful world, and he didn't have any secret weapons, nor did he have any light skills.

This Tai Chi was also learned by Su Bai in an elective course during his college years.

At that time, the final final exam of Tai Chi almost made Su Bai die, not everyone had the ability to play Tai Chi in the center of the playground in front of more than 100 people.

After the fight, Su Bai even felt that he had crossed an extremely important threshold in his life.

Su Bai still thinks that the things left by the ancestors naturally have his advantages.

Of course, Su Bai is not only a Tai Chi.

He also knows Wing Chun (starting hand pose), which is simply a starting gesture, which Su Bai learned in Ip Man. Because it's so handsome, I can't forget it.

Su Bai also knows Tai Chi Sword, which is when Su Bai was in the summer vacation, Su Bai learned it from the old man at the gate of his community when he was idle at night.

But now, Su Bai doesn't have a sword in his hand, so naturally he can only play Taijiquan.

"Give it to you you you don't want it, give it to him and he won't take ......"

Su Bai was chanting the mantra while releasing his soul power.

Green light rose from the inside of his body one by one, relieving Su Bai's tiredness.

Su Bai felt as if his body was a little stronger again, and the movements in his hands were a little lighter.

Su Bai thinks that while doing other things, releasing the martial soul skill can not only exercise dual-purpose, but also improve the fineness of operating soul power, why not?

In the morning, Su Bai did the same when he was running.

"Whew~"

Su Bai took a deep breath and expelled all the turbid qi in his lungs.

"Hey~" Su Bai sighed

"If only my previous life was a world with martial arts."

Su Bai was still a little envious of Tang San, the Xuantian Treasure Record, the Tang Sect Secret Weapon, all of them had tremendous power, and cultivating these could be quickly converted into combat power.

Shadowboxing.

In Su Bai's previous life, he exercised his body, and Su Bai did not know what the actual combat effect of life and death was.

Su Bai patted the dust on his body.

"I can't pin my hopes on my fists and feet, if I want to do a good job, I must first sharpen my weapons, I need a sharp weapon."

Thinking of this, Su Bai raised his legs and walked in the direction of the village.

Then he went to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop.

"Uncle Hao, not here, not here."

Tang Hao was still in the blacksmith shop, pointing Tang San to beat a large piece of raw iron there.

Hearing Su Bai's voice, he seemed to have a little headache, shook his head, and said loudly outside:

"Come in."

Su Bai heard Tang Hao's voice and directly pushed the door open.

Tang San also stopped the movement in his hand and asked

"Xiaobai, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I came to ask Uncle Hao to help me build a weapon."

Su Bai looked at Tang San's sweaty appearance, and knew that Tang San should have learned the Wind Splitting Hammer Method.

"Weapons, what do you want?"

Tang Hao glanced at Su Bai.

"I want a spear."

Su Bai immediately replied excitedly. As he spoke, he picked up the burning stick next to the iron stove and played with it.

"I have a spear in my hand, I have it in the world."

Su Bai said.

Tang Hao felt that his head was about to explode.

Tang Hao thought that he really couldn't stand Su Bai's out-of-the-box personality.

Tang San was relatively old when he was young, and the children in the village were reluctant to play with him, only Su Bai and Tang San had a better relationship.

If it weren't for that, Tang Hao would have thrown Su Bai out of the door a long time ago.

You must know that over the years, Su Bai came to Tang Hao's house to find Tang San, and I don't know how many times he has disturbed him to sleep.

"Spears won't work."

Tang Hao glanced at Su Bai and said.

"Why?"

Su Bai asked excitedly. If the gun doesn't work, how can he realize his dream of rivers and lakes.

"You're too young, too short. The gun is taller than you."

Tang Hao explained coldly.

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Su Bai didn't know how Tang Hao's 37.5-degree mouth could come out of such cold words.

Su Bai still wanted to die and struggle, and asked

"Uncle Hao, can't you shrink the gun?"

"No," Tang Hao explained seriously

"The gun is a long weapon, and the long weapon pays attention to one inch long and one inch strong, if it is reduced, the advantages of the gun will not be brought into play."

Su Bai didn't expect that his heroic spear dream fell on top of his height.

I can only secretly tear up in my heart and pay tribute to my dream of a spear.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at Tang Hao:

"Uncle Hao, make me a sword."

"Yes, what are the requirements?" Tang Hao said.

"Blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like clay."

Tang Hao didn't speak, and looked at Su Bai coldly.

Su Bai was a little panicked when he was stared at, and spoke.

"Well, sharper, better looking, just do it."

"Come and get it tomorrow."

Tang Hao retracted his gaze, turned around and took out a piece of raw iron, it seemed that he was ready to build a sword for Su Bai.

Now that the words have been finished, Su Bai didn't want to stay any longer, so he said a word

"Thank you, Uncle Hao."

Ran away as soon as he smoked. Su Bai's last voice was also heard in the wind

"Uncle Hao, the sword must be handsome!"

Tang San shook his head,

"Sure enough, I'm still a child, I have a good face, and I like handsome things."

Tang Hao, who was on the side, glanced at Tang San, and said in his heart, Xiao San'er was still too precocious.

The guilt for Tang San in his heart deepened.

"By the way, Dad, Xiaobai is also full of innate soul power."

Tang San said with a smile again.

"Oh?"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, "Xiaobai is also full of innate soul power?" What is his martial spirit? ”

"Yes, Xiaobai's martial soul is a book, and Master Su Yuntao said that it is a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San replied.

Tang Hao's face froze, he slowly squatted down, held Tang San's shoulders with both hands and said:

"Little San, in this world, there are only waste soul masters, and there are no waste martial souls."

"Xiaobai's martial soul will have a place for him even if it is a book, Xiaosan, you remember, never look down on anyone."

Tang San knew that Tang Hao would reason with him again.

also replied earnestly;

"Got it, Dad."