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Chapter 6 Tang 3, You Shouldn't Come
Chapter 6 Tang San, You Shouldn't Come
At the same time, Xiao He also walked out of the hall of Wuhun Village with a calm face.
"Xiaohe, I didn't expect you to be born full of soul power. God really bless my holy soul village!"
Seeing Xiao He's figure, Old Jack greeted him with a smile.
"People who practice the Tao pay the most attention to karma. In the near future, I will end this karma."
Xiao He smiled slightly.
"Xiaohe, what nonsense are you kidding?"
Old Jack was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he said, "Grandpa is going to arrange for you to go to Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy as a work-study student. At that time, you will become a high-level soul master. Glory to your ancestors!"
Xiao He often said some big truths, and he often talked nonsense, and Old Jack was somewhat used to it.
"Grandpa Jack, this should be the last time I call you that. I have something to do, and I will come to you in a few days."
Xiao He shook his head, and after saying this, he disappeared without a trace.
"Xiaohe, where are you?"
Seeing Xiao He's sudden disappearance, Old Jack froze in place, with his mouth half-opened, looking inexplicably surprised.
Dividing line.
At this time, Tang San also returned to his home.
"Little San, are you going to awaken your martial soul today? What is your martial soul?"
When Tang Hao saw Tang San coming back, he immediately asked the question he wanted to know the most.
"Father, my spirits are Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!"
Tang San smiled, didn't hide anything else, and directly told the whole story.
"Blue Silver Grass, so your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass."
Tang Hao subconsciously ignored the second half of Tang San's words, and was even more prepared to press this ghost to death in his heart.
Martial soul is inherited through blood, his Tang Hao's son, the martial soul is not the Clear Sky Hammer, nor is it the Blue Silver Emperor?
This is simply not possible!
"I heard that the martial souls of the offspring are all inherited from their parents. Then my mother, is her martial soul blue silver grass?"
Tang San looked at Tang Hao who was walking step by step, and asked meaningfully.
You know this too!
You also know that the martial souls of the offspring are all inherited from their parents!
Now that you know, you still dare to say it in front of me?
Do you really think that I, Tang Hao, can't handle it, you bastard?
Tang Hao walked up to Tang San step by step, that calloused palm patted Tang San's forehead unhurriedly!
"Father, are you a Wuhun or a hammer, like this?"
Tang San slowly raised his left hand, a faint black light gushed out from his palm.
Guanghua condensed instantly, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.
It was a black hammer with a handle about half a foot long, and the hammer head was a cylinder, which looked like a miniature casting hammer.
However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special light. On the cylindrical hammer head, there was a circle of faint patterns.
"This is."
Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was instantly stunned!
Others don't know what Tang San is holding, so how could he not know?
Recall Tang San's words just now—Father, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!
"Twin martial souls! It turned out to be twin martial souls! Son, my son!!!"
Tang Hao's palm, which was about to be slapped, quickly turned into a hug, and Tang San was hugged tightly into his arms.
Almost, almost just now, he Tang Hao almost shot his own son to death!
The moment he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao had already determined that this Tang San was his son.
No matter why he knows Haotian Jiujue, and no matter why he has those messy self-created soul skills, he is his own son!
"Father, I want to be a soul master, and I want to go to Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy as a part-time student."
Tang San felt Tang Hao's embrace while talking in his ear.
"Okay, okay, no problem."
Without any hesitation, Tang Hao directly agreed to Tang San's request.
Dividing line.
Time passed slowly, and a touch of deep black gradually covered the blue-white sky.
Above the sky, the bright silver moon exudes soft and warm light, illuminating the entire sky.
Under the cold and soft moonlight, three dilapidated adobe houses stood there alone.
Suddenly, a six-year-old boy, with a calm face that did not belong to this age, walked slowly past the three earthen embryo houses.
The little boy's destination seems to be the small hill outside the holy soul village.
A moment later, another little boy who looked like five or six years old walked out of the largest clay room.
Then, after a while, a middle-aged man in his fifties also walked out of the largest earthen room.
The child who looked five or six years old seemed to be following the older child in front, and the middle-aged man at the end was following the slightly younger boy.
Well, this scene looks a bit weird, very similar - the mantis catching the cicada, the oriole behind!
Dividing line.
"I didn't expect that you really came!"
On the small hill outside Holy Soul Village, Xiao He sat on a big white rock and said without turning his head.
"You guessed I'd come?"
An indifferent and somewhat haughty voice suddenly sounded, and Tang San in black walked out from behind the hillside and stood five meters away from Xiaohe.
"You shouldn't be here!"
Xiao He's plain voice came into Tang San's ears.
"Are you afraid of death?"
The corners of Tang San's mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
"Up to the emperor, down to ordinary people, who can avoid the erosion of time?"
Xiao He jumped up from the boulder, walked in front of Tang San step by step, and said lightly: "Although I have already guessed it, but I still want to ask, why do you want to kill me?"
"You are a variable, and I don't want this variable to break the peace here."
Tang San's eyes fell on Xiao He's body, those eyes were incomparably deep, as if they could see everything in the world.
"Hehe, are you referring to my martial soul and innate full soul power, which will attract the attention of the Martial Spirit Hall and thus break your life with Tang Hao?"
Xiao He shrugged his shoulders with a flat expression.
"That's right, as long as you die, the high-level executives of Wuhundian won't come to this remote place because of a dead person!"
Tang San smiled coldly, and continued: "You say yes, another reborn!"
"Reborn? Maybe it counts!"
Xiao He smiled faintly, hooked his fingers at Tang San, and said: "Come on, let me see what you, the reborn Tang Great God King, have!"
"act recklessly!"
Tang San smiled disdainfully, stretched out his left hand, and saw jet-black spots of light condensed in the palm of his hand, instantly forming a jet-black small hammer.
"Haotian Jiujue: Collapse Word Jue!"
Tang San gave a soft drink, swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly, and smashed it towards Xiao He in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
At the same time, Xiao He also walked out of the hall of Wuhun Village with a calm face.
"Xiaohe, I didn't expect you to be born full of soul power. God really bless my holy soul village!"
Seeing Xiao He's figure, Old Jack greeted him with a smile.
"People who practice the Tao pay the most attention to karma. In the near future, I will end this karma."
Xiao He smiled slightly.
"Xiaohe, what nonsense are you kidding?"
Old Jack was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he said, "Grandpa is going to arrange for you to go to Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy as a work-study student. At that time, you will become a high-level soul master. Glory to your ancestors!"
Xiao He often said some big truths, and he often talked nonsense, and Old Jack was somewhat used to it.
"Grandpa Jack, this should be the last time I call you that. I have something to do, and I will come to you in a few days."
Xiao He shook his head, and after saying this, he disappeared without a trace.
"Xiaohe, where are you?"
Seeing Xiao He's sudden disappearance, Old Jack froze in place, with his mouth half-opened, looking inexplicably surprised.
Dividing line.
At this time, Tang San also returned to his home.
"Little San, are you going to awaken your martial soul today? What is your martial soul?"
When Tang Hao saw Tang San coming back, he immediately asked the question he wanted to know the most.
"Father, my spirits are Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!"
Tang San smiled, didn't hide anything else, and directly told the whole story.
"Blue Silver Grass, so your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass."
Tang Hao subconsciously ignored the second half of Tang San's words, and was even more prepared to press this ghost to death in his heart.
Martial soul is inherited through blood, his Tang Hao's son, the martial soul is not the Clear Sky Hammer, nor is it the Blue Silver Emperor?
This is simply not possible!
"I heard that the martial souls of the offspring are all inherited from their parents. Then my mother, is her martial soul blue silver grass?"
Tang San looked at Tang Hao who was walking step by step, and asked meaningfully.
You know this too!
You also know that the martial souls of the offspring are all inherited from their parents!
Now that you know, you still dare to say it in front of me?
Do you really think that I, Tang Hao, can't handle it, you bastard?
Tang Hao walked up to Tang San step by step, that calloused palm patted Tang San's forehead unhurriedly!
"Father, are you a Wuhun or a hammer, like this?"
Tang San slowly raised his left hand, a faint black light gushed out from his palm.
Guanghua condensed instantly, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.
It was a black hammer with a handle about half a foot long, and the hammer head was a cylinder, which looked like a miniature casting hammer.
However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special light. On the cylindrical hammer head, there was a circle of faint patterns.
"This is."
Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was instantly stunned!
Others don't know what Tang San is holding, so how could he not know?
Recall Tang San's words just now—Father, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!
"Twin martial souls! It turned out to be twin martial souls! Son, my son!!!"
Tang Hao's palm, which was about to be slapped, quickly turned into a hug, and Tang San was hugged tightly into his arms.
Almost, almost just now, he Tang Hao almost shot his own son to death!
The moment he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao had already determined that this Tang San was his son.
No matter why he knows Haotian Jiujue, and no matter why he has those messy self-created soul skills, he is his own son!
"Father, I want to be a soul master, and I want to go to Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy as a part-time student."
Tang San felt Tang Hao's embrace while talking in his ear.
"Okay, okay, no problem."
Without any hesitation, Tang Hao directly agreed to Tang San's request.
Dividing line.
Time passed slowly, and a touch of deep black gradually covered the blue-white sky.
Above the sky, the bright silver moon exudes soft and warm light, illuminating the entire sky.
Under the cold and soft moonlight, three dilapidated adobe houses stood there alone.
Suddenly, a six-year-old boy, with a calm face that did not belong to this age, walked slowly past the three earthen embryo houses.
The little boy's destination seems to be the small hill outside the holy soul village.
A moment later, another little boy who looked like five or six years old walked out of the largest clay room.
Then, after a while, a middle-aged man in his fifties also walked out of the largest earthen room.
The child who looked five or six years old seemed to be following the older child in front, and the middle-aged man at the end was following the slightly younger boy.
Well, this scene looks a bit weird, very similar - the mantis catching the cicada, the oriole behind!
Dividing line.
"I didn't expect that you really came!"
On the small hill outside Holy Soul Village, Xiao He sat on a big white rock and said without turning his head.
"You guessed I'd come?"
An indifferent and somewhat haughty voice suddenly sounded, and Tang San in black walked out from behind the hillside and stood five meters away from Xiaohe.
"You shouldn't be here!"
Xiao He's plain voice came into Tang San's ears.
"Are you afraid of death?"
The corners of Tang San's mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
"Up to the emperor, down to ordinary people, who can avoid the erosion of time?"
Xiao He jumped up from the boulder, walked in front of Tang San step by step, and said lightly: "Although I have already guessed it, but I still want to ask, why do you want to kill me?"
"You are a variable, and I don't want this variable to break the peace here."
Tang San's eyes fell on Xiao He's body, those eyes were incomparably deep, as if they could see everything in the world.
"Hehe, are you referring to my martial soul and innate full soul power, which will attract the attention of the Martial Spirit Hall and thus break your life with Tang Hao?"
Xiao He shrugged his shoulders with a flat expression.
"That's right, as long as you die, the high-level executives of Wuhundian won't come to this remote place because of a dead person!"
Tang San smiled coldly, and continued: "You say yes, another reborn!"
"Reborn? Maybe it counts!"
Xiao He smiled faintly, hooked his fingers at Tang San, and said: "Come on, let me see what you, the reborn Tang Great God King, have!"
"act recklessly!"
Tang San smiled disdainfully, stretched out his left hand, and saw jet-black spots of light condensed in the palm of his hand, instantly forming a jet-black small hammer.
"Haotian Jiujue: Collapse Word Jue!"
Tang San gave a soft drink, swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly, and smashed it towards Xiao He in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
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