Early in the morning, Tang San came back from the mountain refreshed to make breakfast. Since these days, because he has been using the Purple Demon Eye every day and practiced continuously in the morning, the Purple Demon Eye has grown quite a bit compared to before. With the improvement of his eyes, he can already see the subtle movements of mosquitoes flapping their wings within ten meters. If it wasn't for Xuan Tian Gong's failure to break through the bottleneck, Tang San believed that his progress in other aspects would be even greater.
Forging a fifty centimeter square piece of pig iron into the size of a fist originally seemed impossible, but Tang San had already completed it half a month ago. Tang Hao taught him the forging hammer method of using force and strength, and he was also able to swing twenty-four hammers in a row, each hammer being accurate, including the control of power. Although Tang Hao never complimented him, judging from his father's occasional satisfied eyes, Tang San knew that his hammering technique was a small success, and if he wanted to improve, he still had to rely on constant practice. .
He was about to enter the house, he touched his wrist lightly, a satisfied smile appeared on Tang San's face, on his wrist, he was carrying the first piece of work after he came to this world, and all the steps were done by him self-finished work.
It was a Hidden Arrow. For the Tang Sect at the time, Hidden Arrow was the most common hidden weapon. The key to making Hidden Arrows lies in the power of the Hidden Arrow and the sophistication of its design. Like the Hidden Arrow made by Tang San, it even had a safety device, so there was absolutely no possibility of accidental injury.
A set of sleeve arrows usually consisted of three arrows and a sleeve, and the one Tang San was carrying was no exception. And the material of this hidden arrow is the piece of pig iron that he spent nearly a hundred days hammering out.
When Tang San completed the task given by Tang Hao and forged the piece of pig iron to the size of a fist, he was surprised to find that the pig iron with many impurities turned into a piece of iron mother, a real iron mother.
In the previous life, let alone him, even the best casting master in the Tang Sect would never use this method of forging ordinary pig iron into iron mother. But in this world, it has become a reality. This in itself is an incredible thing. And the sleeve arrow on Tang San's wrist was made from that piece of iron mother. After completing the manufacture of the sleeve arrow, including the three four-inch small arrows, just used up all the iron mother.
In terms of casting, Tang San is not good, far inferior to Tang Hao. In terms of making ingenious hidden weapons, let alone Tang Hao, I am afraid that in the entire Douluo Continent, there is no one who can compare to him, a genius outside the Tang Sect.
Ordinary Hidden Arrows usually have a range of about fifteen meters, but the Hidden Arrows made by Tang San can maintain an effective attack distance of thirty meters away.
The so-called effective attack distance is the straight-line distance after the Hidden Arrow is fired, that is, the distance that can maintain sufficient lethality.
Although Tang San's sleeve arrows only had three pieces, they were extremely delicately made. Each sleeve arrow had three blood grooves. If it weren't for the lack of numbers, he would have thought of adding barbs to the tip of the sleeve arrows. The small quarter tail at the tail can make the Hidden Arrow fly extremely smoothly. There are spiral marks on the conical arrow, and when the sleeve arrow is fired, it will have stronger penetrating power.
When it comes to the design and manufacture of hidden weapons, Tang San always pursues perfection, even if it's just an ordinary sleeve arrow.
Tang San knew that he was still young, and Xuan Tian Gong had not been able to break through the bottleneck. If he were an ordinary person, he would not be afraid, but if he encountered a spirit master like Pixel Yuntao who could use martial arts last time, his strength would be far behind. Far from enough, but with this sleeve arrow, it will be different, Tang San is confident that with it, as long as the strength is not too strong, he will have a way to deal with it.
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[Tangmen Xuantian Treasure Records, the general outline, the second article, what is a hidden weapon, a special weapon used in secret, and a special weapon to defeat the enemy is a hidden weapon. If the enemy knows that you want to use it, then it is not a hidden weapon, but a bright weapon.]…
Tang San certainly wouldn't let his hidden weapon become a bright weapon, and Tang Hao never asked him what he did with this iron mother, so this sleeve arrow was his own secret.
Walking into the house, the smell of porridge is fragrant. He does the same thing every day, and he is used to it.
"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San called to the interior.
Surprisingly, Tang Hao, who would come out every day when he heard about eating, didn't show up today.
Tang San's heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that Dad is ill? He hurried into his father's room with three steps and two steps.
Tang Hao wasn't in the room. It seemed that he didn't sleep in for the first time in the past few years.
While Tang San was thinking about what Tang Hao was going to do, Tang Hao came back.
"Little San, what did you do in the morning?" Tang Hao asked lightly.
Tang San said: "I went out to exercise. Every morning I go out for a run." This is not a lie, he really went to 'exercise'.
"Yeah." Tang Hao didn't delve into it, and said lightly: "You don't need to practice casting today. Pack up your things. Tomorrow Old Jack will take you to Notting City."
Tang San was stunned for a moment, "Notting City? What are you going to do?" The last time I went to Notting City was probably a year ago.
Tang Hao glanced at him and said, "Don't you want to learn the abilities of a soul master? Old Jack will take you to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to be a working student. There you will learn what you want to learn. thing."
Hearing his father's words, Tang San's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an unspeakable excitement hit his heart. The inability to break through Xuan Tian Gong had always been the biggest knot in his heart, and the spirit master's spirit ring was obviously an opportunity.
"Dad, how did you change your mind?"
Tang Hao asked back: "Then are you going or not?"
Tang San said: "But, no one will cook for you when I go." At this time, he already understood that the reason why his father got up so early today was actually to find the village chief Jack.
Tang Hao said coldly: "Do I still need your care? Just go. This is the path you choose. The Holy Spirit Village has a quota every year, and it is a waste not to use it. The casting method I gave you can make You can find a blacksmith in the city as an apprentice, and the tuition and meals should be enough."
Although Tang Hao said it coldly, Tang San's eye circles were still hot. In the past few months, although Tang Hao's attitude towards him has not changed, but as Tang Hao taught him to cast, this tall and old man in front of him. , has given him more and more the feeling of a father. Of course he wanted to learn about soul masters, but at this time he was a little reluctant to part with his father.
Tang Hao said: "I have conditions for you to go to Nording. You can only go if you agree to my conditions."
"I promise." Tang San said without hesitation.
Tang Hao frowned slightly, "Are you agreeing easily without asking what my request is? As a man, you must do what you promise, don't be a light promise."
Tang San said naturally: "No matter what Dad asks me to do, I will agree. Dad must be doing it for my own good."
Tang Hao was slightly startled, Tang San said it casually, but it was that natural trust that made his mood change a little.
"No matter how you cultivate your soul power in the future, I want you to promise me that you will not give any spirit ring to your hammer spirit, or even let anyone see it appear. Don't let others know that you are a twin spirit. Can you do it?"
Tang San was stunned for a moment, "What about the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit?"
Tang Hao said: "You can use and cultivate the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit at will, and it is no problem to apply any Martial Spirit. Twin Martial Spirits are not two Martial Spirits that need to rely on the spirit ring to enhance their spirit power before they can continue to cultivate, as long as there is one Martial Spirit With a spirit ring, the bottleneck for improving spirit power will disappear."
Tang San said: "In other words, I will only use the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit from now on, right?"
Tang Hao nodded, "Unless your life is in danger, don't use that hammer."
"Okay, I promise you." Tang San nodded solemnly. For him, it is not a problem to cultivate or not to cultivate martial arts, and what kind of spirit ring to use, as long as he can find a way to break through the bottleneck of Xuantian Gong, it is enough. His Tang Sect hidden weapon does not need the assistance of Martial Soul.
In the eyes of others, maybe the Blue Silver Grass is just a waste of martial arts, but Tang San has never been depressed because of the Blue Silver Grass. Tangmen's hidden weapons have been cultivated to a certain level, and flying flowers and leaves can hurt people is not empty talk, that is real. Blue Silver Grass is made up of soul power, that is, Xuan Tian Gong's internal power. As long as the internal power is sufficient, it is almost an infinite hidden weapon.
"Okay, let's eat." Tang Hao said.
It's not too much to say that the family is poor, Tang San has nothing to prepare at all, just tidy up his clothes with large and small patches and it will be finished.
However, he didn't listen to Tang Hao that day, he just packed his things, the sound of forging still echoed in his room. In order to be able to manufacture all kinds of hidden weapons in the future, Tang San understood that he could only rely on himself, and the casting technique taught by his father absolutely had to be practiced diligently. When the hidden weapon stunt has not reached its peak, the quality of the hidden weapon itself plays a decisive role. Especially a super hidden weapon of the level of Buddha's Fury Tang Lian, it is so precise that it can't make any mistakes.
This day has been extraordinarily long, and it is also the first time Tang San has been restless since he came to this world. He has expectations for the outside world, and he is also somewhat afraid. Whether in Tang Sect or in Holy Soul Village, he has no experience of training outside. In this regard, he is really no different from a child. He has been thinking, what kind of wonderful the outside world can bring to him
After dinner, Tang Hao left a sentence and went out for a drink, which seemed to be no different from usual. He told Tang San not to disturb him to sleep when he left tomorrow morning.
Early in the morning, Tang San was sitting on a big rock on the top of the mountain, holding a leaf in his hand, his eyes glowing with violet meaning. I don't know if it was because of the fact that his body was stronger than before, and the progress of the Purple Demon Eye was very fast. He could clearly observe even the tiniest pattern on the leaves in his hand. He knew that his Purple Demon Eye had begun to enter the realm of subtlety.
Unlike Xuan Tian Gong, which is divided into nine levels, Zi Ji Demon Eye has only four levels, which are the overview, the subtle, the mustard seed, and the vastness. The requirement of the inner disciples of the Tang Sect is to enter into the micro, which is enough for the use of hidden weapons. Because Tang San cultivated very early, with the help of the innate energy that had not completely dissipated after birth, he was only six years old, and already had a subtle feeling. But he also knew that almost all the inner disciples of the Tang Sect could reach the realm of violet magic eyes, but none of them, including the master of the sect, Mr. Tang Da, could enter the next realm of purple magic eyes.
After reaching the micro level, the cultivation speed of Ziji Demon Eye will become extremely slow, and the ability to absorb Donglai Ziqi every day cannot be explained by a simple word of perseverance. Therefore, after the general Tangmen disciples entered the micro-realm, there were very few who continued to practice. According to legend, there was an elder in the Tang Sect who had a purple devil pupil who reached the mustard seed realm, but he didn't have any special achievements, but it was clearer than in the micro realm. And that elder has been cultivating the Purple Demon Eye for more than 30 years.
The internal force of Xuan Tian Gong surged up, suddenly pouring into the leaves, the soft leaves suddenly became straight under the action of the internal force, Tang San's right index finger and middle finger trembled lightly, the leaves spun out, and flew out like cutting through the air.
It was only one meter away, and the leaf only flew out a distance of one meter, and it was no longer able to maintain its rotating posture, because it was no longer rigid, leaving Tang San's fingers, the internal force effect of Xuan Tian Gong also disappeared naturally.
"The skill is still too weak." Shaking his head helplessly. Tang San stood up, it was time to go back, today, he was going to leave the village, and next time he came to the top of the mountain, he didn't know when he would do it.
Pointing his toes on the ground, his calf exerted force, Tang San cast a ghostly shadow, and headed down the mountain.
The familiar porridge was fragrant, this was the last time to cook for his father before leaving, Tang San certainly wouldn't be lazy. I looked at the firewood under the stove and added some water to the porridge, so that my father could drink hot porridge after he woke up.
Old Jack has already come, perhaps because he is going to Notting City, today's Old Jack deliberately wore a new dress to look a little more hale and hearty.
"Little San, let's go. Your slacker father won't get up." Jack greeted Tang San.
Tang San made a silent gesture to Jack, "Grandpa, keep your voice down. Dad doesn't like being disturbed when he sleeps." As he spoke, he took out a piece of burnt charcoal from the stove and wrote on the ground After a few lines of words, he turned back and glanced at his father's door reluctantly, and then he picked up his burden and quietly left with Jack.
Tang San didn't know much about the characters in this world, he only looked at them occasionally when he was teaching the children to learn characters in a private school in the village. After all, he has the foundation of the previous life, and he has also mastered some basic words.
The door curtain was lifted, and a tall figure came out from inside. Tang Hao didn't have a trace of sleepiness in his eyes. When he walked to the door, he could still vaguely see the thin bodies of Old Jack and Tang San.
Tang Hao stood still, until the backs of Tang San and the village chief Jack had completely disappeared, he still stood there for a while.
As if remembering something, Tang Hao suddenly turned around and walked back to the blacksmith shop, looking at the words Tang San left him on the ground.
In two simple sentences, "Dad, Grandpa Jack and I are leaving. You should take care of yourself and drink less. The porridge is in the pot, don't forget to drink it."
His eyes turned from the words on the ground to the iron pot on the side, Tang Hao rushed over, swept off the lid of the iron pot, and lifted the iron pot with both hands.
Since Tang San just added water, the porridge in the iron pot hadn't boiled again, but Tang Hao just took the iron pot and poured it into his mouth, swallowing, in his eyes, he didn't know what to do. When has there been a layer of hazy water.
Walking on the road, Tang San silently followed Old Jack's side, turning back to look in the direction of the village from time to time.
"Little San, can't bear the village or can't bear your alcoholic father?" Jack patted Tang San's head and asked with a smile.
"A little bit." Tang San replied in a low voice.
Jack smiled slightly and said: "Compared with my unreal grandsons, you are too sensible. How good would you be if you were my grandson. Tang Hao is really lucky that drunk. Don't think too much. , the world outside is very broad, and you will meet many friends and learn a lot of knowledge in the academy. After you have the title of soul master, the state will give you a monthly subsidy. Life can get better."
After all, Tang San has lived in two generations. After listening to Jack's words, his emotions have gradually returned to normal. He couldn't bear the longing for the outside world, and asked: "Grandpa Jack, can you tell me about the academy? What exactly is it?"
Jack smiled and said: "The college is of course a place to study. Although I haven't been to it, most of them are still clear. Our village has a place for working students every year, but there have been no working students to study for many years. There are still many preferential conditions for students. Tuition fees and accommodation fees are exempted, and you only need to pay for your own meals. You can exchange food by doing some simple work in the college. For example, cleaning the classroom and so on. Generally speaking, The study of working students in the college is similar to that of free. If it is paid to study, it is not something we poor people can afford.”
Tang San said: "Dad said, let me find a blacksmith for a part-time job after I arrive at the academy."
"You? Work in a blacksmith shop? What are you kidding? I think Tang Hao is really crazy." Old Jack said angrily, "How old are you, you haven't had a high forging hammer yet. Which blacksmith shop would accept an apprentice like you?" Not to mention, blacksmithing is an undervalued profession, and part-time work will not bring much income. As long as you study hard in the academy, it is enough."
"However, speaking, if you can achieve something in the academy, you should ask your alcoholic father to save some money for you. In the future, there will be no work-study places in the intermediate soul master academy, so it will cost a lot of money. Only then can you study. Just the subsidy from the soul master is far from enough."
Since Tang San was innately full of spirit power, Old Jack already regarded him as a spirit master.
Tang San looked at Jack suspiciously, and said, "Is there still an intermediate spirit master academy? What's the difference between it and a primary spirit master academy? Both are academies, and they should all teach the knowledge of spirit masters."
Old Jack explained patiently: "Of course it's different. The primary soul master academy teaches some basic things, and there are also some cultural courses to learn. Only children who have just awakened martial arts are accepted as students, and the schooling system is six years. , until the age of twelve, if there is no future, it is to be an ordinary spirit master. But if the potential is good, most people will choose to go to the intermediate spirit master academy for further studies. They have been studying until the age of eighteen. The things taught should be more advanced, but the difficulty of learning will be greatly increased. If you cannot meet the requirements of the academy, you will not be able to graduate smoothly. This is different from the primary soul master academy."
Tang San said: "If there are beginners and intermediates, then there must be seniors?"
Old Jack nodded, his eyes showing a bit of envy, "You don't need to think about the Advanced Spirit Master Academy, it's not that anyone can enter. In our Heaven Dou Empire, there are only two advanced Spirit Masters in total. The Academy, the total number of students enrolled each year is less than 100. It is the cradle of the future. All students who graduate from the Advanced Spirit Master Academy, whether it is the country or the Spirit Hall, will rush to ask for it, and will be awarded directly to the nobles. name."
"Noble? With such good conditions." Tang San said in surprise.
Old Jack said: "Of course. Spirit masters are the most noble profession, even more so with high-level soul masters. Those are all talents, so if we civilians want to go to the sky in one step, becoming a high-level soul master is obviously the best shortcut. However, how many ordinary people from ordinary backgrounds can have such a good martial spirit? Even if there is, it would be difficult to graduate from the Advanced Spirit Master Academy without the assistance of a big family."
"The graduation exam is my own business, why do I need someone else's help?" Tang San didn't understand.
Old Jack sighed and said, "This is the gap. The gap between the poor and the rich, the commoners and the nobles. The requirements for graduating from the Junior Soul Master Academy are very simple, as long as the martial arts can reach the tenth level, and under the guidance of the academy teachers, one soul can be obtained. Ring, you can successfully advance to the title of Spirit Master. This is not difficult, as long as children who have martial spirit power at the time of awakening can do it. It is said that the tenth level of spirit power is the easiest to improve. ."
"But it's different when you arrive at the Intermediate Spirit Master Academy. If you want to graduate from here, you must reach the twentieth level of martial arts, and obtain a second spirit ring to obtain the title of Great Spirit Master. Tenth to twentieth rank , is something that many spirit masters cannot achieve in their lifetime. Moreover, after reaching level 20, if you want to obtain a spirit ring, you must rely on your own strength to hunt and kill spirit beasts to obtain a spirit ring. That is extremely dangerous. If you come from a noble family A family, accompanied by a family warrior, is naturally much less dangerous. And a soul master from a commoner like us can only rely on himself."
"The requirements for graduation from the Advanced Spirit Master Academy are even more stringent. Only by passing the thirtieth rank bottleneck and obtaining the third spirit ring, can one rise from the title of Great Spirit Master to the title of Soul Venerable. It is said that the thirtieth rank is a threshold. In the past, they could be called powerful spirit masters, and they were also true nobles. If they couldn't get past it, it would be difficult. Besides, there seems to be some restrictions on obtaining spirit rings at level 30. Specifically, you should learn it in the academy. Anyway, the number of students from the Advanced Spirit Master Academy who can actually graduate seems to be less than one-third."
After listening to Old Jack's words, Tang San had some basic impressions of Douluo Dalu's teaching of spirit masters.
"Grandpa Jack, didn't you say that there are ten titles of soul masters? The students who graduated from the advanced soul master academy are the soul masters. How can the latter titles be obtained?"
Old Jack smiled bitterly and said: "How do I know. Beyond the title of Soul Venerable, they are all great people, like the Soul Saint from our village, who was directly supported by the state at the beginning. I have heard people say that the soul The cultivation of a teacher becomes more difficult and dangerous the further back you go. How many of them can truly reach the top-level existences like Titled Douluo? It can even be said that there is no such existence in our Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire. Not sure."
Old Jack only had a simple understanding of spirit masters. He didn't say anything in detail. Tang San understood that this knowledge could only be explored slowly in the academy. Especially about soul beasts, soul rings and the like.
It is not far from Holy Soul Village to Notting City. The two walked for half a day and ate some dry food in the middle. In the afternoon, they could already see the city wall in the distance.
Although Notting City is not a big city, because it is very close to the border of the Heaven Dou Empire, the city walls are thick. After Tang San and Old Jack were checked like the passersby, they entered Notting City.
"Little San! Grandpa will send you to the academy and go back later. You should listen to the teacher in the academy alone, and don't leave the academy without authorization. When the semester ends, Grandpa Jack will come to pick you up. It's almost New Year's Eve."
After all, it was the first time that Tang San left the house, and he was somewhat panicked, and said subconsciously, "Grandpa Jack, are you leaving so soon?"
Old Jack smiled bitterly and said, "The hotel is not something we poor people can afford to live in. You must live up to your expectations. When Grandpa sees you next time, I hope you have become a soul master. In that case, our Holy Soul Village will regard you as Proud."
The Nuoding Elementary Spirit Master Academy is located in the west of Notting City. Old Jack asked passersby several times, and finally brought Tang San here.
In the distance, they had already seen a tall arch, the arch was twenty meters wide and ten meters high, all of which were made of hard rock. There were two iron gates below, dark, Tang Sanyi. It can be seen that it is made of fine iron.
Through the iron fence, you can see that there is a winding path leading to the secluded, a large road leading directly to the interior, and there are tall trees on both sides.
In the middle of the arch, there are four big characters, "Notting College."
Just from the gate of the academy, you can see how important the profession of soul master is in Douluo Continent. This is only a junior soul master academy.
Just as Old Jack took Tang San to the front door, he was immediately stopped by the youth guarding the door, "What are you doing? Is this a place where you country folks can come?"
Old Jack's clothes were already glamorous in Holy Soul Village, but when he arrived in Notting City, he looked like a countryman, and the concierge looked at him with a bit of disdain.
Old Jack hurriedly smiled and said, "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This child is a working student sent by our village this year. Look, what procedures do we need to go through?"
The concierge frowned, and said with some yin and yang anger, "Can a golden phoenix be produced in the grass nest? Someone in a small village has soul power? The college has not had a working student for many years. You are not fake, right?"
A trace of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Spirit Hall last time, and handed it to the concierge.
The concierge took the certificate and looked up and down, "Blue Silver Grass for Martial Soul? Still innately full of soul power? It's funny, this is really a big joke. I have also worked as a concierge in the college for four years, and I haven't heard of it. A student who is born full of soul power, this kid's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, can it be full of soul power? I think the proof of this Spirit Hall must be forged by you."
"You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack was, he couldn't bear it any longer, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Well, wait, I'll go to the deacon of the Spirit Branch Hall. Little San, let's go. "Speaking, Jack took Tang San around and walked into the city.
The proof of the martial arts branch hall is naturally impossible, and the concierge also knows it, but people who come to send new students are generally a little more interesting, especially commoner families. The so-called King of Hell is better, and the devil is difficult to deal with is the truth.
Old Jack was born in a village. Although he was a village chief, how could he understand these things.
The concierge was somewhat uneasy. If the people from the Spirit Hall really came, he would not be able to bear it. Of course, he also believed that the people from the Spirit Hall would never come to the academy to question these two country bumpkins.
Depressed in my heart, the words in my mouth are naturally unpleasant, "Returning to the Holy Spirit Village, I think the Beggar Village is almost the same."
"What did you say?" Old Jack turned around abruptly. The concierge's words touched the greatest pride in his heart. Back then, he was able to turn against Tang Hao because of this. At this time, the concierge was someone from outside the village. unbearable. He walked back in a few steps, glaring at the porter.
The concierge was startled by the menacing old Jack, and couldn't help but take a step back, but he quickly reacted and cursed himself inwardly.
"What? I'm not convinced, I said you came from the beggar's village. Is it wrong? Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are all patches. I think you should find a place to beg. We are in Nordin. The academy is not a good hall. Get out, get out."
As he said that, the concierge raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, about to drive the two away.
Just when Old Jack was furious, suddenly, a thin figure appeared between the two of them. He also raised his left arm. His delicate little hand barely reached the porter's hand. His left hand swayed away, and at the same time, the slender figure took a quick step forward with his right foot, and the sole of his foot was just behind the doorman's left foot.
Originally, this palm should have been cut at the bend of the opponent's left arm, so that he could not exert force, but the person who performed it was really short, so he could only hold the wrist of the doorman. His movements were extremely fast, and his body moved forward simultaneously. Probe, and push forward with both hands while throwing off the left hand of the door. Just pushed in the lower abdomen of the porter.
The concierge has an extra foot behind his left foot. Although the foot is not big, it is enough to achieve the desired effect. The lower abdomen is stressed, and there is a stir under the foot. With only a normal sound, the concierge has fallen to the ground.
"Little San, you..." Jack stared dumbfounded at the person standing in front of him.
It was Tang San who shot it. The style he used wasn't even Tang Sect's secret art, it was just the simplest style of pushing the window and looking at the moon in martial arts in his original world. Of course, from his figure, he naturally wanted to deformed. Not only was he unable to cut the opponent's arm, but the hand that should have been pushed on the opponent's chest was also pushed on the lower abdomen. Of course, the result was the same.
Although the Tang trio are not big, their strength is definitely not small. The hammer of the past few months has not been swung in vain, even if the Xuan Tian Gong is not used, it still knocks the doorman down.
"Stinky boy, you're courting death." How embarrassing to be pushed down by a child, the concierge got up from the ground in a rage and rushed towards Tang San.
"Okay, stop." At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, stopping the porter's movements.
The concierge was stunned for a moment. Then, the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery. The change was so fast that it was unimaginable. He nodded and bowed to the person who came: "Master, you are back."
Tang San turned his head to look, and there was a medium-sized, slightly thin man who had come to their side at some point. It seems that this person is about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair that is separated into three and seven, and his appearance is very ordinary.
The 'Master' just glanced at the doorman, ignored him, and said to Old Jack, "Old Sir, can you show me the proof of the Spirit Hall?"
After all, Old Jack was from the village head, so he was still able to observe his words. From the expression of the concierge, it could be seen that the middle-aged man in front of him was definitely not low in the academy, not to mention that the title of master was there. He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.
Grandmaster looked at the proof, then shifted his gaze to Tang San, looking him up and down a few times, for some reason, although Grandmaster's eyes weren't sharp, Tang San had a transparent feeling of being watched.
"The proof is true, old man. On behalf of the college, I apologize to you for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."