My attack on Douluo can explode attributes

Three days later.

When Chen Feng came to Tang San's house again, he did not see Tang Hao.

"This is the weapon my dad helped you build. He is sleeping, so keep your voice down." Tang San took out the iron rod that Tang Hao had built for Chen Feng.

The iron rod is pitch black, not so glamorous, and it gives people a heavy feeling. Chen Feng likes it very much. He held it in his hand and played it with a whirring wind.

"Thank you Uncle Hao for me. I have written down this kindness and will definitely pay it back in the future." Chen Feng said.

"I will convey it." Tang San said.

Chen Feng got the iron rod and left. Tang Hao in the back room opened his eyes when Chen Feng left, a gleam of light flashed under his eyes, and then he went back to sleep.

Chen Feng did not go home, but came to the forest outside the village, ready to start his training.

His training method is very simple, that is, hitting the trunk with a black iron rod, one is to better control his strength, and the other is to increase the familiarity with the black iron.

Bang bang bang--

A stick hit the tree trunk, the force of the rebound shook his arm numb, and he persisted hard, training every time until he couldn't hold the iron rod firmly before stopping to recover.

Days pass by.

In addition to challenging Tang San in the morning, Chen Feng started his own training afterwards.

From the beginning of swinging more than a dozen sticks, he had to stop and rest until he swung more than a hundred sticks. There was still no sense of soreness in his arms.

In the process of training, he is also slowly exploring how to use his club to exert the greatest strength and how to reduce the counter-shock force he bears.

In a blink of an eye, three months have passed and Notting College is about to start.

It is worth mentioning that during these three months, Chen Feng's character exploded once again, and a golden ball of light exploded from Tang San's body again.

It was not Tang Sect's unique knowledge, but the chaotic cloak hammering method Tang Hao taught him.

The Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique is a unique technique of the Clear Sky School, a self-created spirit ability that can stack power.

However, it was a pity that Tang San practiced the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique not long ago and had very little experience. Chen Feng wanted to learn it, and the difficulty was much greater than that of Ghost Shadow.

Village Chief Jack came to call Chen Feng and Tang San early in the morning to send them both to Notting College.

Tang Hao was still asleep when Tang San left, and he was a little sad that he could not send him off.

"Little San, Young Eagle always learns to spread his wings and fly high. During this time, Uncle Hao hasn't slept in every day, but he didn't get up on such an important day today. Do you know why?" Chen Feng said.

After all, Tang San has the soul of an adult. After Chen Feng said this, he immediately understood, and said, "Brother Feng, do you mean that Dad did it on purpose?"

"He wants you to become more independent and grow up as soon as possible." Chen Feng patted Tang San on the shoulder.

Tang Hao's method of education is to stock up and protect in secret.

After Chen Feng's persuasion, Tang San's mood improved a lot, and his eyes were firm and he said, "I won't live up to my father's expectations."

The distance between Saint Soul Village and Notting City is not too far. The three of them arrived after a long journey, but Chen Feng held a black iron rod, and he was exhausted by the long journey.

Notting City is only a small city in the Tiandou Empire, but because it is close to the border, the city wall is relatively tall.

After entering the city, the mayor Jack asked people about it and knew that Notting College was located in the west of Notting City, so he brought Chen Feng and Tang San to here.

"Xiaofeng, Xiaosan, when you are sent to the academy, grandpa will go back. You must be obedient in the academy. Don't leave the academy without permission. Grandpa will pick you up again when you are on holiday." Jack said.

"Grandpa Jack, are you going back so soon, don't you take a break?" Chen Feng said, Village Chief Jack is already old and tired after a long journey.

Village Chief Jack smiled bitterly and said: "The hotel is not a place where poor people like us can live. You must be up for it. When I see you next time, I hope you have become soul masters."

"I will work hard." Tang San said.

Notting College, as the only Soul Master College in Notting City, is still rather grand.

The gate of the college is more than 20 meters wide and more than 10 meters high. It is arched and repaired from hard rock. The two doors are made of fine iron.

When Chen Feng and the three people came to the gate, they were stopped by the young man guarding the door, and said in an arrogant tone: "What is it for? Is this place where you country folks can come?"

Old Jack hurriedly took out the certificate issued to them by the Wuhun Temple, and said, "This little brother, we are from Shenghun Village. These two children are the work-study students we sent this year."

The young man glanced at the proof and knew that it was true, but the people who came to send the new students were more or less interesting. Village Chief Jack didn't know the doorway, which made him very unhappy.

"A golden phoenix flew out of the grass nest. Will villages like yours still have people with spirit power? Wuhun Lan Yincao, which is also inherently full of spirit power, is a fake." The young man deliberately made trouble.

"Holy Soul Village, I think it is a beggar village."

"What did you say?" Village Chief Jack was angered by the young people's words. The three words of Holy Soul Village have always been the pride of Village Chief Jack's heart, and no one is allowed to blaspheme.

"Why? Not convinced, you are dressed in tatters, I don't think even beggars are as good as beggars. Our Notting College is not a shantang. Get out, get out." The young man said.

"Apologize to Grandpa Jack, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." Chen Feng stepped forward, and the black iron rod in his hand hit the ground, and the bluestone bricks on the ground were cracked.

The young man saw his scalp numb. How could a six-year-old child have such great power? If this stick hit him, he might be beaten to death.

"I tell you, don't mess around. This is Notting College, not your presumptuous place." The young man said, but his tone was obviously not as strong as before.

"Apologize." Chen Feng stared coldly, and the young man shuddered with fright.

"Xiaofeng, I'll forget it." Jackra gave Chen Feng a bit. He didn't want to make trouble. He maintained a calm attitude so that he could not cause trouble without causing trouble.

"What happened?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Lai Ren is a middle-aged man in his fifties, of medium build, short black hair, and his hands behind his back, giving a feeling of ascetic monk.

"Master, you are here." The young man immediately looked flattering after seeing the visitor clearly.

The master hardly looked directly at the young people, and walked directly to the village chief Jack, and said: "Old gentleman, can you show me the proof of Wuhun Hall?"

From the attitude of the young people, it can be seen that the status of the master in the academy is not low, and Village Chief Jack immediately handed over the proof of the opening of the Wuhun Temple.

The master looked at the proof of Wuhun Hall, his gaze shifted to Tang San again, as if he could see through Tang San, and said, "The proof is correct. I apologize to you for what happened just now, and leave these two children to me. Right."

"Good, good!" Village Chief Jack quickly agreed.