Douluo: My bluesilver grass is not serious

Accompanied by Yun Feng's recognition.

Zhu Zhuqing raised the hand he wanted to attack and dropped it completely.

She knew that she could never defeat Yun Feng now.

And if she really had the chance to kill Yun Feng.

Can she do this?

Xiao Wu's instructions before her death were still vivid in her mind.

I dare not forget it at all, but...

Zhu Zhuqing collapsed instantly.

He collapsed directly on the ground and could not speak for a long time.

After Yun Feng saw this scene, he sighed.

"So I never gave up hope of resurrecting Xiao Wu. I will make it up to her. What I am doing now is to bring Xiao Wu back."

After saying this, there was a slight change in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

She will always remember that day, the crisis and life-and-death moments they faced, and how helpless that sense of despair was.

But now that they know the truth, they find that all this was done by someone they knew well.

How can she accept this?

Yun Feng didn't speak when he saw Zhu Zhuqing like this. Instead, he sat quietly next to Zhu Zhuqing without speaking.

puff.

Tang San couldn't remember how many times he was washed into the pool.

The impact of a waterfall pouring down from a height of 200 meters can only be understood by truly experiencing it.

With his soul power sealed, it would be difficult for him to climb up the huge boulder, let alone practice hammering in the waterfall.

Three whole days passed, and Tang San still had not yet regained his footing on that extremely smooth stone. Not even a single swing was made.

Every day when he was exhausted, he reluctantly climbed ashore to rest. Once he regained his energy, he returned to work hard under the waterfall.

Tang San's character has always been known for his perseverance. He has never known what failure means.

If you fail once, you will fail twice; if you fail twice, you will fail three times.

He firmly believed that there must be a reason for what his father asked him to do.

Under the influence of wisdom, Tang San began to judge the smoothness of the round stone and the impact of the water flow. Find the best entry point to stand on the stone.

Start working hard to avoid the impact of the water flow.

Use every part of your body to relieve stress.

The heavy casting hammer undoubtedly helped him. The heavier it was, the less likely it was to be washed into the pool.

Tang Hao has been meditating and practicing in the hole he blasted.

He didn't care about Tang San's affairs.

Tang San Twenty-Four Bridge stores a large amount of drinking water and food on a bright moon night, enough for two people to last for a month.

Therefore, during this month, Tang San did not pick fruits.

Whenever he came up to rest, he would distribute some food to his father's cave and place it in front of his father.

Rest immediately after eating, and jump back into the water as soon as you regain your energy.

Tang Hao would occasionally open his eyes, and his eyes would naturally fall on Tang San. Seeing his son being washed down and climbed up again and again, there would be a hint of relief in his eyes.

Silly boy, do you know?

This waterfall is like a casting hammer to you.

What it exercises is your body.

As the only divine craftsman in the continent, what I have to do is to train you into a real artifact.

Five seconds.

I finally lasted five seconds.

By the fifth day, Tang San could already hold on for five seconds on the round stone.

By the fifth day, Tang San could already hold on for five seconds on the round stone.

Although he did not have the help of soul power, standing on the stone, his body could gently rhythm according to the characteristics of the ghost, to remove the impact of the waterfall, and try to find the best balance point to withstand the impact.

Even if it was difficult to breathe, he would hold on for as long as possible.

For Tang San, this was undoubtedly a good start. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. The initial persistence is undoubtedly the most painful. Not only did Tang San have to bear the tyrannical impact of the waterfall, he also had to bear the pain of being unable to use his soul power.

Just like an adult suddenly turns into a child, his strength is instantly reduced, and it always takes some time to adapt.

And five days is just the time for this adaptation process. For five days, being constantly impacted by the water flow, Tang San gradually recovered from the pain of being unable to use the Xuantian Technique. With the wisdom skull improving his own wisdom, Tang San gradually mastered the method.

Starting from the sixth day, the time he stayed on the cobblestone increased exponentially, and he could finally start swinging the casting hammer in his hand.

It is undoubtedly an extremely painful thing to force on smooth boulders.

But Tang San was smart after all, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to learn the forging method that the Tang Sect hadn't learned in a hundred years just by stealing it in his previous life.

Therefore, he did not rush to practice the random cloak hammering technique. Instead, he first tried his best to adapt to fighting in the waterfall and worked hard to control the balance point. Let the waterfall flow wash over you.

When Tang San was finally able to stand firm under the waterfall, he would no longer be washed into the water.

Tang Hao finally gave him the second instruction.

Practice. Cultivation of soul power. Of course, for Tang San, it was practicing the Xuantian Technique.

Tang San was once very surprised by his father's statement. His inner strength of Xuantian Kung had been sealed, so how could he still practice it?

But when he really started to practice, he found that the seal his father gave him was very strange. Although he could not use the inner power of Xuantian Kung, his practice was not affected.

Whenever he starts practicing in his void body, the accumulated internal energy will naturally integrate into the fiery seal after a week of circulation, and merge with his original internal energy.

Although Tang San couldn't feel the progress of Xuantian Kung by doing this, his body's recovery speed would obviously speed up after practicing.

Therefore, starting from this day, Tang San practiced for three hours every day, and spent the remaining time exercising under the waterfall.

puff--

The casting hammer created a small splash in the waterfall, which circulated for a week and returned to Tang San's head.

Successful.

Tang San was overjoyed, but he was only happy for a moment. Because of his unstable mind, he was washed into the pool by the waterfall.

Today is already his fifteenth day here. After unremitting efforts, he was finally able to successfully swing the first hammer of the cloak without slipping off the boulder when exerting force.

With the first hammer comes the second hammer.

As Tang San continued to practice, the random cloak hammering technique began to show in his hands.

After all, the casting hammer is not the Clear Sky Hammer, its weight is not that terrible, and its own weight can also help Tang San stabilize his body on the stone.

Gradually, he became more and more proficient in the cloak hammering technique practiced in the waterfall.

From the beginning, it could only make splashes of water, but later it danced like a wind and rain.

It is like a circular barrier under the waterfall, constantly blocking the impact of the waterfall water and causing large splashes of water.

The number of swings of the casting hammer increased rapidly and steadily. In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

boom--

With the last hammer throw, Tang San's body soared into the sky like a cannonball, facing the impact of the falling waterfall straight up ten meters.

Within ten meters, the waterfall water was counterattacked and flowed upstream. Driven by his figure, it made a huge roar.

Even the rainbow across the pool was stirred and chaotic at this moment.

That is of course not what Tang San's current strength can achieve, but the characteristics of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

One hammer is stronger than the other, and the power of one hammer is superimposed on the other.

If Tang San's own physical fitness wasn't extremely strong, the huge impact would have been enough to tear all the muscles on his body.

When all ninety-nine and eighty-one hammers were completed, the eighty-one superimposed powers condensed together. Even if he could not use half of his soul power now, the terrifying attack power at that moment exceeded his peak moment.

boom--

The power disappeared, and Tang San's body in the waterfall was slammed into the pool, but the excitement in his heart at this moment was indescribable.

Three months later, he finally fulfilled his father's request and finally wielded the eighty-first hammer.

Now Tang San's skin was filled with a layer of healthy bronze, and his height had increased a bit. Although the beard on his head and face looked messy, his eyes that were like cold stars were as bright as a pair of eyes.

When the water flow reversed, Tang Hao, who was sitting in the cave, had already opened his eyes, and a light of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Even as the youngest titled Douluo in the mainland, he couldn't help but admire his son's excellence.

At first, it took him half a year to complete this step.

But Tang San, who was determined and determined, only took three months with the help of his talent.

Jumping from the pool to the shore, Tang San held the casting hammer in one hand. The first thing he saw were his father's eyes.

Tang Hao's eyes swept over his son's body. After these three months, the muscles on Tang San's body became clearer. Although each one was not exaggeratedly huge, there was a faint halo on the skin. With his titled Douluo's eyesight, he can naturally see the explosive power contained in it.

"Dad, I succeeded, eighty-one hammers."

Tang San said to Tang Hao as if he was somewhat proud.

Eighty-one hammers, hearty eighty-one hammers, that kind of transcendence between heart and body made him full of excitement.

Tang Hao nodded to him and uttered two words.

"Very good. However, you have to do 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 sluggish 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 hand moved, and all Tang San saw was sawdust flying and Tang Hao's illusory palm shadow.

You know, his Purple Demon Eye has reached the second peak stage. With his current eyesight, he can't see Tang Hao's movements clearly, 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.

Put the wooden hammer in Tang San's palm.

"Next, use it to practice the random cloak hammer technique. If the hammer handle breaks, you can do it yourself."

After leaving these words, Tang Hao returned to his 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 yet.

During this period of exertion, he was used to using casting hammers weighing dozens of kilograms. At this time, 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 know, these three months of training have already made his body as stable as a nail when standing on the boulder.

How could he not be surprised when his steps suddenly appeared shaky?

Soon, Tang San realized something was wrong.

The casting hammer in his hand became a wooden hammer, and the weight difference was huge. My original focus and familiarity with the water flow have changed.

The weight is different, so it is naturally more difficult to stand firm.

Figure this out.

Tang San immediately understood some of his father's intentions.

He was smart and did not wave the wooden hammer in his hand immediately after he stood firm. Instead, he stood there steadily, controlled the wooden hammer and swung it gently, feeling the feeling of the wooden hammer in the water flow.

The seemingly light wooden hammer actually encountered greater resistance in the water than the previous casting hammer. (End of chapter)

Chapter 284 The way to resurrect Xiao Wu is Zhuqing!