Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Compared to a month ago, Su Ming's physical fitness has more than doubled.

The 35kg body weight he had previously carried was no longer suitable for his needs.

According to the prediction made by Su Ming pulling the big tree, the trunk is 50 kilograms and the limbs are 10 kilograms each, which is a more appropriate weight.

First adapt to daily life, then try training and fighting...

Only with such a heavy load can pressure be given to the body of a crazy warrior.

By fighting with the Blade-Arm Mantis, Su Ming can gain strength and spiritual rewards.

When fighting with Xiao Wu, the Berserker Body chose to shut down directly.

The academy doesn’t have any more powerful Soul Masters, and it is not familiar with the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, there is only one way before Su Ming:

If the enemy cannot become stronger, then weaken yourself!

The flags fluttered in the wind and the sound of hammering iron could be heard in the blacksmith shop, creating a very lively atmosphere.

But outside the blacksmith shop, the atmosphere seemed a little deserted.

It’s not that the place seems deserted because there are few people, but that kind of psychological coldness makes people feel that there is no liveliness around.

The autumn heat roared by, bringing with it a howling gale. The cold air penetrated into the internal organs through the nostrils, making it terrifyingly cold.

When the chill subsided and the hairs on his body fell, Tang San asked in fear:

"Su Ming, you are kidding, are you sure your body can handle a hundred kilograms of weight?"

I came to the blacksmith shop in advance, and after a month, I only adapted to the weight of 20 kg from 25 kg.

This kind of weight was barely enough for him to bear during a day of forging. If it was heavier, his body would not be able to return to normal the next day.

Tang San knew that Su Ming's training was even more abnormal than his own. A month ago, the other party weighed 35 kilograms, and he was still able to fully recover the next day.

This already shows that there is a gap in the physical fitness between the two.

And now, the opponent has increased it to one hundred kilograms.

One hundred kilograms.

Are you sure you can adapt to such a horrible weight?

Tang San's eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes like torches, and he asked curiously, "Su Ming, you have obtained the first spirit ring, right?"

Su Ming did not answer, but glanced at Tang San unexpectedly. The latter was startled and thought to himself that it was as expected.

If Su Ming obtained the spirit ring, everything seemed to be explainable.

But a hundred-year soul ring can’t increase normal physical fitness by three times, right?

Under normal circumstances, my current strength is 200 to 300 kilograms, and when I use my soul power, I can barely reach 400 to 500 kilograms.

If you want to adapt to carrying a hundred kilograms of weight on a daily basis, your physical strength should reach the thousand-kilogram level.

Thousand Jin? ?

The upper jaw was pressing down so hard that the bed was about to collapse. Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

I thought that by coming to the blacksmith shop early, I could get closer to Su Ming.

Now it seems that the distance between the two has not narrowed, but has widened.

Knowing Su Ming's needs, Shi San accepted the thousand silver coins without hesitation. He wanted to make a lighter weight weighing 100 kilograms, but his blacksmith shop did not have any metal that met his requirements.

Compared to the Sun-Moon Continent, there are indeed too few rare metals in the Douluo Continent. Su Ming is also aware of this, otherwise he would not have taken out Qianchen Silver.

This was the first time that Shi San took on such a difficult business, and he felt both headache and excitement.

"Su Ming, I can only try and give you an answer in a week."

"If you can't forge it, then you can only find someone else."

"According to my estimation, if I can't do it, I'm afraid no one else in the whole Nottingham City can take over this business. I have to go to a big city to look."

"If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way." Su Ming nodded, raised his leg and was about to leave, and suddenly asked, "The core problem of forging this Qianchen Silver, is it the problem of flame temperature, or insufficient strength?"

Before Shi San opened his mouth, Tang San had already snatched it away. His eyes were meticulous, and he said:

"The forging temperature required for Qianchen Silver is not particularly high, and the blacksmith shop can barely reach it."

"The red-hot Qianchen Silver has a certain toughness, that is, it is ductile, so it is not very difficult to hammer it."

"The only difficulty is that Qianchen Silver cools faster than other metals, so the required forging speed is relatively high."

Shi San was stunned. He didn't expect that Tang San was not only good at forging, but also had such a deep understanding of these metals.

"Tang San, is your father really the blacksmith in the village? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Unexpectedly, he mentioned his father again. Tang San smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Shi, I would never lie to you. Otherwise, how can I come to work for you and make money?"

"That's right." Shi San nodded without thinking much about it.

What kind of conversation is this between gods?

One doesn’t know how rich he is, and the other thinks the other is really poor?

Su Ming pinched the root of his nose and complained helplessly, "I will leave the Qianchen Silver to you. I just want the weight. How to forge it is your business."

After saying that, he left quickly.

"Is that wrong?"

Tang San scratched his head, not understanding why Su Ming's face looked strange.

However, thinking of Su Ming's current physical condition, he immediately felt a heavy pressure.

If this continues, I guess I will never be able to surpass this guy in my life.

"It seems that I have to try out the soul power training method I picked up that day right away."

A strange look flashed in his eyes, and Tang San glanced in the direction where Su Ming left, then absent-mindedly returned to the blacksmith shop.

……

[Ding! Congratulations on cultivating your spiritual power for ten days and obtaining a recipe for the Nourishing Spirit Pill. ]

The system's settlement is always done after you stop practicing.

Walking on the mountain road in the forest, Su Ming just took a quick look at the reward, feeling neither sad nor happy.

The system seemed to know what he needed. The nourishing spirit pill could indeed improve mental strength, but how could Su Ming possibly understand something like alchemy.

Moreover, the materials needed include thousand-year-old deer antlers, ice-po dendrobium, etc., which are not easy to obtain.

Maybe it can be used in the future, but for now, it is really useless to him.

After returning to the valley, Su Ming's pace suddenly slowed down.

As if he had seen something strange and funny, he did not run to practice, but actually sat down to ponder it.

In the center of the valley, a figure kept jumping up and down.

Xiao Wu wore a blindfold and listened carefully to the movements around her.

Pa, the sound of flapping wings sounded on the right. The sound in the ears seemed to form an arc-shaped trajectory. Xiao Wu's face was overjoyed, and her figure leaped forward courageously.

Swish!

Before Xiao Wu could catch it, the palm-sized, brown bird suddenly fell down again.

Xiao Wu missed her attack and landed on one foot. She quickly waved her hands to steady herself.

There are a lot of turtledoves in the back mountain. I don’t know where this girl caught a turtledove from, put it on a rope and put it here to practice her mental strength.

It looks funny, though.

Bang! Just as Su Ming was about to leave, he heard the sound of someone falling.

Looking at someone who was tripped by a rope and swearing, Su Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Forget it. With this direction to work towards, I can save myself some trouble~"

After leaving the valley, Su Ming gave this place to someone.

……

As time goes by, the green valley is now covered with fallen leaves.

The withered yellow leaves are blown away by the wind and fall down because of the wind, without knowing where they will go.

Just like duckweed floating on the vast ocean, it only stirs up a sense of magnificence amidst the desolation.

Pond, cliff.

Pfft!

In a flash, an iron rod with a diameter of four centimeters pierced into the cliff wall, about four meters from the ground.

Su Ming flew up and kicked it several times like a meteor stepping on the moon.

With a "puff" sound, it sank into the cliff inch by inch, powder continued to explode, and all the loose rocks around it fell down.

The iron bar, which was originally one meter long, only showed a few centimeters outside, and was hit into a round buckle by Su Ming with a hatchet, biting into the cliff like a tooth.

Clank! A thick iron hook fell from above, hitting the cliff and sending sparks.

There is a weight directly below.

The weight is made entirely of heavy iron and is pear-shaped. The diameter of the round bottom appears to be about seventy to eighty centimeters.

Su Ming lifted the weight with all his strength. Even with his physical strength, it was still not easy. Veins popped out and he looked extremely exhausted.

The weight was hung firmly on the iron hook. As Su Ming loosened his grip, the terrifying weight made even the iron bar on it make a frightening "clang" sound, as if it would fall down at any time. Fortunately, there was no danger.

Su Ming took out an ordinary hatchet. The thousand-year soul ring was too conspicuous, and he could not use it casually.

The hatchet was something he had just bought from the blacksmith shop, and he was also wearing a hundred kilograms of heavy silver armor.

As for doing these irrelevant things on the cliff, Su Ming was only doing it to practice his swordsmanship.

For short-range attacks, the Jinwu sword technique, which is wide-ranging, swift and domineering, is sufficient for now.

For long-range attacks, Su Ming currently only has one sword-finger move.

Indeed, the sword finger technique performed a remarkable feat in the battle against the blade-arm mantis.

But Su Ming knew in his heart that he still lacked a long-range attack with great damage.

Because the sword finger condensed by the strength of soul power is bound to be restricted by the strength of soul power.

At the Soul Master stage, Su Ming's soul power has been compressed to the limit that it can currently bear, and the quality of his soul power can no longer be improved.

In other words, unless he breaks through to the level of a great soul master, the power of a sword finger will not increase with the increase of soul power, but the number of times will increase.

With the hatchet hanging at his waist, Su Ming stared at the heavy weight in front of him.

Swoosh, move the left leg sideways and backward, and step on the ground to gain momentum.

The toe of his right foot tilted inward, and Su Ming's right arm fell steadily in front of his chest, parallel to his body. As he lowered his body, his eyes passed over his right arm and fell on the weight.

Swish, mud and sand splash under my feet!

Startled as a flying dragon, swift as a rabbit.

Like lightning, with a flash of black light, the hatchet on Su Ming's waist fell into his hand.

Bang!

Sparks intertwined, and Su Ming slashed upward with his sword, landing on the weight.

With a creaking sound, the 600-kilogram weight was shaking violently.

The terrifying, all-out force was so strong that even Su Ming felt his arms go numb and he took two steps back.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for practicing the first level of Hunyuan Sword Slash * Heavenly Strike once, proficiency +1. ]

Su Ming took a deep breath and returned to his original position.

Bang!

The heavy crashing sound resounded throughout the cliff again.

Su Ming was also quietly feeling the power driving his body amid the sound of collision.