Douluo Qingmei Qian Renxue, the starting soul ring becomes soul vein

Chapter 117 Tang San Lets Himself Go

Ghost Douluo couldn't stop complaining in his heart.

As we all know, when a person is usually very silent, he usually has a lot of inner activities.

Commonly known as Mensao.

Ghost Douluo is such a type.

After witnessing Tang San's strange behavior, his heart was filled with a certain emotion.

I want to find someone to talk to. Originally, there should be a chatterbox next to me who can start a conversation.

Who is it? It looks like a broken chrysanthemum.

It turns out that there is one less person who can speak for me, and this is how I feel now.

Ghost Douluo, who was silently observing Tang San, felt that he was wasting his time. This being born from the combination of a human and a soul beast always seemed to be not mentally normal.

After observing for a while, Ghost Douluo returned to the Spirit Hall.

Tang San, who escaped the disaster, hung two more words on the sign of his already dilapidated blacksmith shop.

"Closed!"

Although these two words are often used.

After all, except when he has no money, Tang Hao is willing to sell some labor and earn some money. Usually he just ignores the villagers.

As Haotian Douluo, I should be grateful for being able to forge farm tools for them, but they actually ask for this and that?
I'm used to you!
Tang San lay on the bed, thinking silently about the future.

A few days later.

In the blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, the sound of hammers rang out again and again, like a toddler just learning to walk.

The irregular sounds seem chaotic.

Tang San swung the hammer in his hand, even though he had Xuantian Gong and Xuanyu Hand.

But my inner strength is not enough, and my body is not strong enough. How can my father swing such a heavy hammer easily on weekdays?

Will the people in this world gain so much strength as they grow up?

Shaking his head in confusion, Tang San put the hammer in his hand to the ground.

Breathing heavily.

He scooped a bowl of water from the jar and poured it over himself.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Sitting on the bed that I didn't want to wash and that still smelled of my father.

Tang San began to eat today's lunch - spicy rabbit head.

Tang San, who was able to use the stock of iron blocks at will, finally made his first hidden weapon - a low-quality version of the Soul-Breaking Nail.

As a master of mechanical hidden weapons, he is preparing to produce the Zhuge Crossbow.

"The Flying God Claw should also be put on the agenda."

Tang San thought secretly as he ate the ordinary rabbit he had killed with a hidden weapon.

These days, Tang San began to learn to be a blacksmith.

You have to know that he is a master of hidden weapons and has the wisdom of an adult, no, far beyond that of an adult.

After watching Tang Hao miss four years of shooting, even if you haven't tried it, just look at Tang Hao's usual perfunctory performance.

The dog learned everything after watching for four years.

After a week of getting familiar with the weapon, Tang San fell into deep thought as he looked at the sickle he had made.

Why do I feel that the quality of my punches is better than my father's? Is it an illusion?

"Hey, Xiao San, your sickle is much better than the one your damn father used. The one he used on me last time broke after just a short while.

This is still the best choice. I will give you a few more bronze soul coins."

The farmer took his sickle and left happily.

Tang San looked at the 20 bronze soul coins on the table in silence. These people, one by one, complained about their father every day.

It's almost a way to die!
Swallowing a breath of humiliation, Tang San tightly grasped the copper soul coin and put it into his pocket.

There is no way around it. The iron used to make the sickle is also a cost.

I can only bear with it for now. A little impatience will ruin a big plan. I need to make the funds turn around.

Obstructed and long.

With a cold snort, Tang San closed the door and lowered the window support.

In the dark room, Tang San sat cross-legged and began to practice his Xuantian Gong.

During these days, Tang San suddenly discovered that Tang Hao's departure was not all bad.

At least now I no longer have any worries when practicing the Tang Sect's martial arts, and the space in this room is completely my own.

Do whatever you want.

Moreover, starting from the first order from today's opening, I now have a source of income.

As long as you take it slow, you will be able to grow up soon. It is much better than before, when you picked up a few months of iron filings and only got a few scraps. Tang San, who was getting used to this kind of life, simply let himself go.

Do whatever you want to do.

He practiced martial arts, forged hidden weapons, and made farm tools for the villagers.

A four-year-old child supports a family in this way, even though he is the only one in the family.

Those who watched were the villagers of Holy Soul Village, who kept sighing with emotion.

Those who hear it will feel sad, those who listen will cry, and those who see it will probably be heartbroken.

However, Tang San was enjoying it. Living like this every day was simply too happy~——
"Tang Hao has been brought back. Please let the Pope make the decision."

Ju Douluo threw Tang Hao to the ground and then spoke.

Bibi Dong looked at the slovenly and lifeless Tang Hao lying on the ground and frowned in disdain.

"Ask me to make the decision? Why do you need my advice? Tang Hao was the main culprit who caused the death of the previous Pope. He should die to atone for his crime.

Since the chief priest went there in person, he captured him.

He also cut off two inherited soul bones of the Haotian Sect and abolished Tang Hao's cultivation, so he was naturally doomed to die.

Just drag it away and deal with it.

I will release the news to the outside world later."

"Wait a moment!"

Qian Renxue suddenly spoke, looked at Bibi Dong, and said with some hesitation:
“Leave him to me, he will die, but he can’t die so easily, his pride comes from nothing more than his own strength.

Although he is the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, he is actually a fool who looks down on everyone.

How dare you be so presumptuous in front of grandpa?

I will completely eliminate his cultivation, annihilate his martial spirit, and turn him into a mortal.

There will be more torture waiting for him after that.”

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. Should I say, is this good sister really like me?

Even the methods of revenge chosen are so similar.

If I were to get any news about Yu Xiaogang, huh, I would probably do the same.

Let his pride and what he was pursuing be shattered before his eyes.

Then they suffer inhuman suffering and eventually die in pain and torture.

Or, let him live in the shadow all his life.

Bibi Dong chuckled:
"Of course you can. I'll leave Tang Hao to you to deal with."

Bibi Dong waved her hand and used her soul power to pull Tang Hao's body to Qian Renxue's front.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly:
"Thank you," and then looked at Lin Feng and Ling Yuan who were worried beside him.

"Don't worry too much, I haven't been blinded by hatred, I'm calm now.

Tang Hao cannot be redeemed even if he dies, and I need to punish him to vent the hatred I have been feeling for the past four years.

It's just a little bit of wind and frost. A great Haotian Douluo can still bear it even if he becomes a mortal. "

Lin Feng was shocked and silently mourned for Tang Hao for two and a half seconds.

"Grandpa Ju, please go to Tiandou City and invite Mistress Ye from Jiuxin Haitang's family.

Replace Tang Hao's bones and limbs!"

The Nine-Hearted Begonia is hailed as a miracle in the martial spirit world, able to turn the dead to flesh and bones, not to mention Ye's mother, who has a soul vein, and her understanding of the laws of life has reached a new level.

Except for the brain soul bone which is difficult to deal with, other parts can be removed, and then Tang Hao will be given a complete mortal body.

At the same time, because he has a soul bone in his head, his mind is very clear.

The feeling of rejection and inappropriateness in the new body will be more easily felt. In short, it is very torturous.

Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction. She estimated that Tang Hao would soon commit suicide because he could not bear the humiliation. If Qian Daoliu did not talk about what happened back then, no one would know about it.

Watching the people leaving.

A pair of almond eyes looked at Lin Feng and said faintly:

"Xiao Feng, please stay for a moment. I want to discuss how to announce the fact that Tang Hao has been captured by my Spirit Hall.

How can we balance the major forces and at the same time increase the prestige of the Spirit Hall without attracting attention?"

Ling Yuan frowned, and Qian Renxue was also a little hesitant.

Bibi Dong was puzzled and asked in a very normal way:
"what happened?"

Lin Feng groaned, nodded slightly, and said softly to the two people beside him:
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I'm the Holy Son now, and I have my grandfather's backup plan."

Hearing this, Ling Yuan and Qian Renxue nodded slightly.

They have also seen the changes in Bibi Dong over the past few years. Usually, they have time to spend with Lin Feng, and nothing has happened.

Many things are influenced subtly. Ling Yuan and Qian Renxue have obviously relaxed their vigilance towards Bibi Dong.

(End of this chapter)