Douluo: Rebellious son of the Tang family

Jumping from the pool to the shore, Tang San held the casting hammer in one hand. The first thing he saw was his father's eyes. Tang Hao's eyes swept over his son. After these three months, the muscles on Tang San's body

It became clearer. Although each piece was not exaggeratedly huge, there was a faint halo on the skin. With his Titled Douluo's eyesight, he could naturally see the explosive power contained in it.

"Dad, I succeeded. Eighty-one strikes." Tang San said to Tang Hao with some pride. He felt like a genius. After the hearty eighty-one strikes, the feeling of transcendence in his heart and body was so great.

He was full of excitement.

But if he knew that someone had completed his three months of hard work in just one day, he wouldn't know how he would feel.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San's excited look and nodded. He didn't say anything about Yunchuan's performance in one day to discourage him. He just let him be proud for a while. He uttered two words, "Very good. However, you still have to do something.

better."

As he spoke, Tang Hao took the casting hammer in Tang San's hand and waved it casually. The casting hammer soared into the sky like a meteor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ignoring the somewhat dull Tang San, Tang Hao grabbed a big tree next to him with one hand. His hand cut into the tree like a sharp blade, and the whole tree was cut off like tofu. Tang Hao's

He started to move, and with the speed of his hands, which had been single for more than ten years, all Tang San saw were sawdust flying and the illusory palm shadow.

You know, his Purple Demon Eyes have now reached the third peak stage. With his current eyesight, he can't see clearly Tang Hao's movements, which shows how fast Tang Hao is.

When Tang Hao stopped, another hammer appeared in his hand. It was exactly the same as the previous casting hammer, but it was made of a severed tree.

Putting the wooden hammer in Tang San's palm, Tang Hao said: "Next, use it to practice the random cloak hammering technique. If the hammer handle breaks, you can do it yourself." After leaving these words, Tang Hao returned to his own

Gone to the cave.

It was another simple explanation, but what was given to Tang San was a more difficult task.

When he first took the wooden hammer, Tang San didn't feel anything. For three months, he had been used to using casting hammers weighing dozens of kilograms, and now holding this wooden hammer, it was as light as nothing.

When he got into the water again and swam towards the waterfall, it was much easier than before. The wooden hammer itself had buoyancy and was so light, saving almost one-fifth of the time. Tang San arrived at the foot of the waterfall.

However, when he climbed onto the boulder under the waterfall, he immediately felt something was wrong.

Under the huge impact of the water flow, his body swayed and he was almost washed off the boulder. You must know that these three months of training have long made him stand on the boulder as stable as a nail. Suddenly his steps appeared to be shaky.

How could he not be surprised?

Soon, Tang San realized something was wrong. The casting hammer in his hand turned into a wooden hammer, and the weight difference was huge. His original center of gravity and his familiarity with the water flow had changed. The weight was different, and it became natural to stand firm.

More difficult.

After thinking about this, Tang San immediately understood a bit of his father's intention. After he stood firm, he didn't immediately wave the wooden hammer in his hand. Instead, he stood there steadily, controlling the wooden hammer and waving it gently, feeling the wooden hammer.

The feeling of the hammer in the water. The seemingly light wooden hammer encounters greater resistance in the water than the previous casting hammer.

Its own lightness was affected by both the buoyancy and momentum of the water, making it even more difficult for Tang San to control. When Tang San felt that he could stand firm again, he began to use the random cloak hammer technique again.

The first and second hammers were still able to hold on normally, but it was just not smooth, but when it came to the third hammer, the fragility of the wooden hammer itself broke instantly when the water curtain broke.

A wooden hammer is useless.

From this day on, Tang San entered the second stage of training. He had no internal power and could not inject internal power into the wooden hammer to protect it. What he could do was to control the power as much as possible and control the wooden hammer to continuously move.

It will not be broken by the water flow under the condition of adding force. It will not be broken by your own strength.

The sudden increase in difficulty did not make Tang San flinch, but made him concentrate even more, and the more difficult special training began.

Nine months later.

Amidst the ear-piercing roar, a huge curtain of water rose into the sky.

This time, it was no longer part of the waterfall that was lifted up, but almost the entirety of it, which was ten meters wide.

Under the waterfall, the figure rising into the air shone with a bronze color all over its body.

Eighty-one hammers, Tang San had already forgotten which eighty-one hammers he had completed.

Falling into the pool, feeling the coolness surrounding him, he relaxed his body as much as possible. He knew that for him, there was only this short relaxation time. Next, he didn't know what his father would do to him.

Cultivation methods.

What he held in his hand at this time was no longer a wooden hammer as big as a casting hammer, but a super large wooden hammer with a cross-section diameter of two meters. And behind such a huge wooden hammer, the handle of the hammer was only as thick as a human arm. But

It is conceivable that if you just lift the wooden hammer normally, the hammer handle may break directly under the weight.

But Tang San relied on his clever control of power to complete the Eighty-one Hammers under the waterfall. What a huge impact of the water flow. If it weren't for such a huge hammer, how could he have made the entire waterfall roll back in an instant?

What about ten meters?

By this time, his cloak hammering technique had been practiced to the extreme. Just as Tang San expected, when he returned to the shore, his father was already waiting for him there, but what was different from the past was that this time when he

When I was about to go ashore, my father's big rough hand appeared in front of me.

After a brief pause, Tang San stretched out his right hand and shook his father's hand. Tang Hao exerted force, and Tang San's body had broken through the water and landed in front of him.

It has been a full year since he came here, and Tang San has obviously grown taller. He is almost sixteen years old, and he has the body of an adult, still tall.

Resolute, decisive, and perseverant, the outstanding qualities possessed by direct descendants of the Haotian Sect can all be clearly found in him.

Tang Hao is still very satisfied with his son's performance, even if he doesn't compare it with another son. Although he won't show it.

Tang Hao didn't need to take action, Tang San had already taken the initiative to throw aside the oversized wooden hammer in his hand, "Dad, what are you going to use next?"

In a year, he has adapted to this kind of special training, and he can clearly feel his improvement in this kind of special training. Regarding the application of strength, Tang San can now be said to have reached the extreme. He can even clearly

Control the trend of every ounce of your power.

After leaving the pool, even the slightest fluctuation of power around him could not hide his feeling. Even a blade of grass could become a murderous weapon in his hands without soul power. He felt that he was close to defeating Yunchuan and saving him.

Xiao Wu has made a big step forward.