Douluo of Wanxiang Douluo

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Outside the Holy Soul Village, the sky had just been bright, and a faint white belly rose in the far east.

It was the mountain where Tang San often watched the sunrise, and Tang San still came here today to watch the sunrise.

Oh no!

It is cultivation.

Tang San came into this world naked, and although he had no long objects, he brought a precious treasure!

"Xuantianbaolu"

Which records:

The method of practicing eyes is a purple magic pupil.

The method of lightness is a ghost and shadow.

The method of capture is to control the crane and the dragon.

The method of practicing hand is a mysterious jade hand.

The inner strength of the heart is a mysterious technique.

As well as the essence of Tang Sect, the method of using hidden weapons, the hidden weapons are completely solved.

The reason why Tang San watched the sunrise every day was because he wanted to use the first purple qi from the sunrise to cultivate the purple magic pupil.

As the sun rose, a faint purple gas seemed to flash across the sky and the earth.

If you don't have amazing eyesight and focus, you will never find its existence.

It didn't take long for the purple energy to appear, and Tang San seized the time to get a full view of the purple energy.

After that, Tang San slowly closed his eyes, and with a burst of exhalation, Tang San exhaled a muddy breath.

After sitting still for a while, Tang San opened his eyes again, only to see a trace of purple flashing between his eyes.

But the purple did not last long before it quietly converged.

Tang San sighed, muttering to himself: "It still can't work. My Profound Sky skill still cannot break through the first bottleneck."

"It's been three months now. Why? Even if you need to rely on the purple qi to come from the east, the purple magic pupil that can only be cultivated in the morning has been improving."

"Only the Profound Sky Technique cannot break through the bottleneck, and my Profound Jade Hand can't be improved anymore. When I was practicing, I didn't seem to have encountered such a situation."

"There are nine levels of Xuan Tian Gong. Why is the first level so troublesome? Is it because this world is different from my original world?"

Tang San looked at the sky, his thin body rose up: "It's time to go back."

"Tang San one by one!"

Hearing a familiar shout, Tang San's eardrum was in pain.

Tang San sighed helplessly. He really didn't know how a six-year-old kid ran up a hundred meters high mountain?

Of course Tang San was not counted among this six-year-old.

Because, have you ever seen a child who can go one foot long with every step?

Can you call such a person a child?

Moreover, Tang San shuttled among the bumpy mountains, it seemed to him as if walking on the ground.

Even faster than the old hunters who often walk in the mountains.

Of course, strong players have their own strong players.

There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!

Tang San really didn't understand how an ordinary six-year-old kid ran up a hundred meters high mountain.

By the way, this six-year-old is Chen Xiu'er.

"Tang...Tang San, I just came to you...just leave, I...I just got up early to seek revenge from you!"

Chen Xiu'er said breathlessly, seeing that he was also exhausted.

Tang San couldn't understand his brain circuit, he really didn't know when he kicked him.

"What are you looking for?"

"I don't even know you, how could I kick you for no reason?" Tang San said.

"what?"

"If you don't remember, it doesn't mean you don't have it." Chen Xiu'er embraced her arms and looked proud.

Tang San twitched the corners of his mouth, but fortunately he ignored Chen Xiu'er and went down the mountain with the firewood on his back.

Tang San was fast, walking on the ground like mountains and forests.

The figure is like a ghost and phantom, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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Tang San was so fast that he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hehe, you can't escape, wait, I'll sneak into your side first, when you are unprepared, I will avenge my revenge!"

After finishing talking, Chen Xiuer also followed Tang San down the mountain, although it was much slower than Tang San.

But it is also much faster than normal children.

Tang San's family lives on the west side of Shenghun Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses are the simplest in the whole village.

On the large roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer on it.

The most widely representative meaning of the hammer in this world is the blacksmith.

Although the house is very simple, but in Chen Xiu'er's words, it is full of a sense of art!

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San already smelled the scent of rice.

"Your father cooked for you?"

Chen Xiu'er followed Tang San in, and Tang San could only helplessly roll his eyes.

"I did it myself." Tang San replied simply.

Chen Xiu'er looked at the decoration of the room wantonly.

Not to mention it is quite artistic.

"Your father is a blacksmith, your family shouldn't be so miserable, is it deliberately designed like this?" Chen Xiuer asked.

"Since I was four years old, I have taken care of all family affairs, including cooking. Don't get me wrong, it's all voluntary."

Tang San's tone didn't mean to blame his father, instead, it was filled with warmth.

He felt the warmth of his family for the first time, so he cherished this warmth very much.

Of course, the main reason is.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was very lazy and very edible.

Every time Tang Hao cooks some rice, it is not enough for Tang Hao to eat it alone, so Tang San does it himself and has plenty of food and clothing.

Eat a full meal, start with cooking by yourself!

Tang San stood in front of the stove, picked up the two broken bowls, carefully filled two bowls of porridge, and put them on the table.

"I'm sorry, there are no extra bowls here. Just use my bowl." Tang San handed the bowl to Chen Xiu'er and said.

"Ah, no, I have eaten."

Chen Xiu'er waved her hand and rejected Tang San's kindness.

Tang San didn't touch the bowl that Chen Xiu'er gave, but directly shouted at the back room: "Dad, it's time to eat."

After a while, the curtain inside was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with some staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man who looked close to fifty years old.

But the figure is very tall and burly, just dressing up is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body without even a patch on it, directly exposing the bronze skin underneath.

This is Tang San's father, Tang Hao!

Tang Hao didn't look at Chen Xiu'er, just grabbed the rice bowl on the table.

Pour the porridge into one's womb, not afraid of being hot.

"Dad, drink slowly, and more." Tang San took the bowl in his father's hand and filled him with a bowl of porridge.

Soon, there were seven to eight porridges in a pot of porridge into Tang Hao's stomach.

Tang Hao put down his job and let out a sigh of relief.

"If you have a job, you can pick it up. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."

Tang Hao's voice was so vicissitudes that Chen Xiu'er knew it was a man with a story.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded and agreed.

Tang Hao straightened up, turned and walked towards the back room.

"Dad." Tang San stopped Tang Hao suddenly.

Tang Hao stopped abruptly, his eyebrows were obviously more impatient.

Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a faint black light in the corner and said:

"Can this iron be used for me?"

Tang Hao said perfunctorily, "Whatever you want."

Don't know if it was because of the presence of outsiders, Tang Hao seemed reluctant to talk more.

Chen Xiuer glanced at Tang Hao more, and guessed in her heart: "This person is definitely not easy. Of course, it is certainly not easy for Tang San to have memories of past lives. If I can learn a trick or two from them... ."