Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 4 Rebirth of the God King

On the same day that Qian Ningshuang's martial soul awakened in Wuhun City, there was the Holy Soul Village south of Notting City in the southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province.

A little boy with neat black hair and wheat-colored skin was sitting on a hill that was only more than a hundred meters high adjacent to the Holy Soul Village. He was the Tang Shenwang who was despised by Qian Ningshuang who was far away in Wuhun City.

Now he is not the great sea god who is famous in all the worlds, nor the pure and pure Tang Shenwang. He is just a decadent old father who needs to take care of him, but he does nothing but cook and just waits for the old village chief Jack.

A giving little brat.

"It has been more than five years, and I am following the steps of my previous life step by step. I will awaken my martial spirit soon. I will soon see my Xiao Wu, my beloved!"

The eyes of the young King Tang Shen showed a look that was not suitable for his age. There was nostalgia, sigh, and sigh in his eyes, but what occupied the most percentage of his eyes was the fire-like deep affection.

Yes, this young Sangiegie is not an original product, but the rebirth of the God King tens of thousands of years later!

"It's time to go back." Tang San looked at the sky, his thin body jumped up, and ran down the mountain. If anyone saw him at this time, their eyes would widen in surprise. Every step he took,

It can be close to one foot, and the uneven ground in the mountains has no impact on him at all. He can easily get out of the way and move quickly, much faster than an adult.

After arriving home, Tang San took out two bowls with more than ten gaps and filled them with two bowls of cooked porridge. It was more like water than porridge. There were several grains of rice in it, and you could almost count them at a glance.

It came out. It was really sad to see it, and shed tears when it heard it. A long-bodied child could only eat this much in a day, let alone nutrition. It would be a miracle to be alive! But Tang San obviously didn't care. Nutrition? It was different in his previous life when he grew up like this.

, and also became the superior Shura God King, which shows that his talent will not be affected by external things such as nutrition.

"Ba Ba, it's time to eat."

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath. The originally fairly regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, looking sleepy, and the hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

The beard on his face has not been trimmed for countless days. It is Tang San's decadent old father, Tang Hao.

Tang Hao walked to the table, grabbed the bowl on the table, and poured it into his stomach without caring whether it was porridge or water.

"Ba Ba, drink slowly, there is still porridge."

"If you have work, take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go and get some sleep."

After a pot of porridge or water was 80% in his stomach, Tang Hao looked at Tang San with his eyelids raised, and gave an order at the same time. After seeing Tang San nodding in agreement, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

However, after turning his head and Tang San couldn't see Tang Hao's face, his face instantly turned livid, and his eyes suddenly opened, no longer that sleepy look. His eyes were full of murderous intent and anger,

This guy, who knows what, went to practice his own soul skills and soul power on the mountain this morning. Do you really think he is blind as a Titled Douluo? He never thought that his son could be a genius.

Without any knowledge of soul masters, you can create your own soul skills and soul power operation routes.

When Tang San was two years old, Tang Hao discovered that there were traces of soul power running in Tang San's body. Tang Hao began to endure it. He has been enduring it for almost three years. If it weren't for that body, he was 100% sure it was his son.

Yes, he had already hammered this thing into pulp.

Wait a minute, the martial soul is about to awaken. As we all know on the mainland, the martial soul is closely related to the soul, and it is impossible for the martial soul to lie to others.

When the time comes, Haotian Douluo wants to see what kind of martial spirit this unknown thing is, who sent it to occupy his son's body, and who is plotting against A Yin's soul bone! After all, he

Now only Ah Yin's soul bone is worthy of people's attention.

But when he thought of this, Tang Hao's murderous eyes showed a trace of pain and struggle again. What if it really wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass? It was his son's body. He really wanted to destroy it with his own hands.

Is this the only bloodline between myself and Ah Yin?

"Ba Ba, can I use this piece of pig iron?"

Tang San's voice interrupted Tang Hao's murderous intention and struggle. Tang San obviously didn't know what Tang Hao was thinking, and he didn't know what his father thought of him.

Now he just wants to repeat the steps of his previous life. At this time in his previous life, he asked his father for pig iron and started learning how to cast iron. Then his father started to teach him the cloak hammering technique.

Although Tang San has long been able to use the random cloak hammer technique, even better than Tang Hao, but in the future, if he wants to use it openly, he will always need a reason. Besides, Tang San also enjoys the skill taught by his father.

A process that allows him to enjoy rare fatherly love.

Moreover, this piece of pig iron containing iron essence is very suitable for forging concealed weapons. This is my first concealed weapon, so I can't throw it away for anything.

As for how much the farmer from the village who sent the iron paid to obtain this piece of pig iron with iron essence, Tang San himself didn't care, it was just a piece of iron, and of course he would first satisfy himself when it was in his hands.

Tang Hao adjusted his expression, trying not to see the killing intent on his face, and turned to look at the piece of pig iron.

"Hey, is there an iron spirit in this?" I didn't expect this unknown thing to have such eyesight and know about blacksmiths? Tang Hao became interested.

"Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

Of course Tang San wanted to be a blacksmith, and the blacksmith profession was undoubtedly the most suitable for him to forge hidden weapons.

It's just a hidden weapon. If Tang Hao forges farm tools for ordinary people in the village, he is the majestic head of the Tang Sect, and God King Shura will naturally look down on him. Haotian Douluo, whose father dominates the world, would not be able to escape from the Spirit Hall if it were not for him.

The pursuit would not do this.

Of course, judging from his previous life, he probably didn't know about his father's past at this time, so he still needed to disguise himself.

"Ba Ba, you are getting older. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job."

"The blacksmith seems to be pretty good too."

Next, naturally, the two father and son, who each had their own plans, began a dialogue process of "deep love between father and son."

After Tang Hao set Tang San a test of ten thousand forgings, Tang Hao continued to pretend to be dead, while Tang San began to repeat the hard forging process of the previous life. What he experienced in his mind did not mean that Tang San experienced it physically.

You still have to work hard.

(End of chapter)