People are in Douluo, coaxing Xiaowu's soul ring

Tang San continued to ask: "Teacher, do you know what happened to his martial spirit?"

Yu Xiaogang coughed a few times. It was naturally impossible for him to admit that he had made a mistake, so he pretended to sigh and said, "Oh, it seems that he has embarked on this path after all."

"Teacher, do you know?" Tang San's eyes lit up. He is a studious person, and he is also a strong person. There is no doubt that Lan Si defeated Xiao Wu today, which put a certain amount of pressure on Tang San. So he urgently wanted to

You need to know everything about Lan Si. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up with wisdom, "The route Lan Si took reminds me of a certain soul master. He also possesses the Hua Wuhun, and is countless generations more powerful than Lan Si's Lotus."

"Then how is he?" After hearing this, Tang San asked.

Yu Xiaogang lamented: "Relying on high-quality martial arts and powerful talents, although he has cultivated to the level of Titled Douluo, he took the wrong route and ended up at the bottom of the same level. As a result, his talents were wasted.

Even if he faces some soul masters with lower soul power than him, he cannot defeat them, let alone titled Douluo of the same level."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San asked hesitantly, "Teacher, do you mean that the titled Douluo also chose the same route as Lan Si?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded and said: "Yes, Lan Si's situation is very similar to that of the Titled Douluo. He may be strong in the early stage, but he will start to lose strength in the later stage. Especially when he reaches the soul saint stage, the gap will become wider and wider.

The more obvious it becomes, the more it will eventually annihilate everyone.”

"Of course, these are all under the premise that Lan Si can cultivate to Soul Saint. After all, in terms of talent, although the titled Douluo cannot compare, he is still unique. Even the titled Douluo has to cultivate so hard.

, not to mention that Lan Si only has level five innate soul power."

Tang San suddenly understood, and felt a lot more relaxed. Yes, so what if Lan Si is strong now?

Without the guidance of a professional theoretical instructor, and with only level five innate soul power, the gap between the two will only become wider in the future.

Thinking of this, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Tang San's lips, and he realized that he seemed to be overthinking.

Tang San bowed slightly, "Teacher, I understand, then you can rest here first, and I will come see you when I bring you food in the evening."

Yu Xiaogang smiled gently and said: "Go, don't delay your cultivation."

Tang San nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the room.

Looking at Tang San's disappearing back, Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed with contemplation. To be honest, he had begun to regret it a little. Lan Si's talent seemed to be beyond his expectation.

I awakened my martial soul three months ago, with level five innate soul power, and now I am a first-level soul master.

Raising level five soul power in such a short period of time would probably break the record in Douluo Continent's history.

"Well, it seems that I will have more contact with him in the future. Such a good seed cannot be wasted."

.........

On the other side, Lan Si walked out of Notting College after reading soul master theory books in the college library for an hour.

Calculating the time, this point should be when Tang San went to the blacksmith shop to do odd jobs.

The largest blacksmith shop in Notting City is Otto's Blacksmith Shop. The other blacksmith shops are filled with three or two big cats and kittens, and there is very little business. It is impossible for Tang San to go there, and it is impossible for them to accept him as an apprentice.

Simply, Lan Si went directly to Otto's blacksmith shop.

Before he even entered the door, Lan Si felt a familiar heat blowing against his face.

At the same time, a loud voice sounded from inside the door, "Kid, what are you doing here? Make something and call your adults. Get out quickly. It's very dangerous here."

"Is Tang San already here?" Lan Si smiled faintly and stepped into it.

In the blacksmith shop, Tang San stood harmlessly in front of a dark-skinned, sturdy man. The latter's eyes were attracted by Tang San, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at Tang San curiously.

"Hello, uncle, I'm here to apply for an apprenticeship." Tang San said politely.

"Kid, don't make trouble, go home quickly. With your small body, I'm afraid you can't even lift the hammer." The big man from before was stunned for a moment, looked Tang San up and down, shook his head and said.

"Uncle, just let me try!" Tang San begged with firm eyes.

"I..." The big man was about to refuse, when a clear voice suddenly echoed in the hall: "Uncle Tom, he is my classmate, let him try."

Hearing this familiar voice, almost all the blacksmiths, including the big man, stopped what they were doing, their eyes lit up instantly, and they turned to Lan Si with a kind smile.

"Ah Si, why are you here free? The boss just went out. He was very happy when he heard that you became a soul master. He was drinking and celebrating with a few friends." The big man known as Tom showed a soft smile and said to Lan Si.

smiled.

Lan Si smiled and said nothing, turned to Tang San, and asked with a smile: "Tang San, why did you think of becoming an apprentice in the blacksmith shop?"

When Tang San saw that Lan Si didn't look sarcastic towards him, he explained: "I am a work-study student and need to make money to support my family. It just so happens that my dad is a blacksmith. I studied with him for a while and then came here."

Lan Si nodded pretending to be enlightened and said to Tom: "Uncle Tom, let him try it. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to refuse."

"But Grandma, if the boss asks..." Tom felt a little embarrassed.

"I will tell Uncle Otto later," Lan Si said.

Now that Lan Si has spoken, Tom can't refuse. Handing the thick and heavy forging hammer to Tang San, he solemnly said: "Then you can try it, but I have agreed in advance that this is all for La Si's sake.

For your sake, if you can't do it, I will refuse without hesitation."

"Thank you." Tang San thanked him, took the casting hammer that was half a foot taller than him, and raised it up. Tom and the blacksmiths around him suddenly widened their eyes and exclaimed: "What a strength!"

Tang San's eyes were fixed on the red-hot pig iron on the stove, he exhaled softly, and suddenly swung the casting hammer.

"drink!"

The soles of the feet were firmly planted on the ground, the calf exerted force, the power was uploaded, the body was half-rotated, and the huge casting hammer was swung diagonally in a semi-circular arc in the air, and finally hit the piece of pig iron hard.

There was a loud bang, and the hammer rebounded. Tang San used the force to quickly turn around, and swung the hammer in his hand again. There was another loud noise, and the hammer landed on the piece of pig iron heavier than before.

Lan Si on the side looked at it with gleaming eyes, unblinking, not letting go of any of Tang San's movements.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...and so on.

It wasn't until the eighteen hammers were struck continuously, clang, and the last strike was completed that Tang San stopped panting and sweating on his forehead.

Although the shape of the piece of pig iron has not changed much, it has shrunk in size.