Chapter 3 (1/2)

After setting up two bowls of porridge, Tang San called out to the inner room, ”Dad, it's time to eat ~”

after a while, the old curtain was lifted.

A tall figure came out of it. His beard may have been neglected for several years, covering the lower half of his face. His skin was waxy yellow and his eyes were dull.

There were several patches on his old linen clothes, which were dirty and looked a little sloppy.

Coming near, ye Zhiqiu also smelled a strong smell of smoked alcohol.

This is Tang Hao, who is called Haotian Douluo.

Ye Zhiqiu looks at him in a daze. Such a person is a man who shocked the whole Douluo continent.

Although I have met several times before, I still think that such a person can be called Douluo. Ye Zhiqiu still thinks it is a bit inconceivable.

If he didn't know the story well and met Tang Hao on the street, ye Zhiqiu felt that he would treat him as a beggar.

Tang Hao didn't say a word. He came to the table in two or three steps, picked up the wooden bowl with one hand, raised his head, and poured the soup into his mouth.

His throat rolled a few times, a bowl of porridge a breath of Kung Fu has not left.

After that, Tang Hao ignored Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San and went straight back to the inner room.

Tang Hao didn't say a word. He didn't even see ye Zhiqiu and Tang San. Even at a glance, he turned a blind eye to half of the steamed bread that Tang San handed over.

Tang San sat down in silence and sipped soup with steamed bread.

Tang San is used to Tang Hao's style, and he doesn't think much about it. He can vaguely remember some things in the past and know that his father was hit by his mother's death, which makes him like this now.

Therefore, Tang San has no complaints.

In his previous life, Tang San was an orphan and was adopted by the Tang clan.

In this life, for the family, Tang San seems to cherish.

Even though Tang Hao has many bad habits, he is still his own father. Tang San felt it his duty to take care of his father.

Ye Zhiqiu can only sigh in his heart about Tang Hao's style. The title Douluo is Niubi, and the hot porridge just out of the pot is ”Hula” and is not afraid of being hot at all? Is this the legend of the strong?

He had been waiting for Tang San to finish his lunch and clean up his dishes before ye Zhiqiu stepped forward.

Together, they got to the forging table and began to pick and choose between various pieces of iron.

The two of them planned to make two silent armarrows, which they had discussed in the morning.

The day after tomorrow is the awakening of the martial spirit. Tang San tie must be able to awaken the two spirits of blue silver grass and haotianhammer. And because Tang San practiced Xuantian Gong, it was the innate full soul power.

According to the plot, Tang San will enter the notting junior college and return home only once a year.

Ye Zhiqiu, however, is more likely to have no soul power. He needed to be able to protect himself, so he pestered Tang San to make weapons for him in the morning.

Originally, he wanted a short sword, but Tang San said that there was something better for him. Ye Zhiqiu understood it when he thought about it.

Tang San's unique skills come from the Tang clan in the middle of Sichuan Province, which is famous for its concealed weapons.

Misty clouds from the flying stars, stars and rain, no trace of flowers. This is the Tang clan that ye Zhiqiu understood.

At this stage, Tang San was limited by materials, and the only concealed weapon he could make was a silent sleeve arrow.

They picked two pieces of moderate size from a pile of iron and were ready to start forging.

The first step in making sleeve arrows: forging iron

Ye Zhiqiu consciously ran to pull the wind box. After all, with his small body, it was easy to move and difficult to swing.

The task of forging iron naturally fell to Tang San.

If Tang sanruo relied on his own strength, he was no better than ye Zhiqiu.

But after he runs Xuantian Gong in his body, the hammer can be easily swung.

The sound of iron hammer and pig iron was soon heard from the broken room, and the sound of ”bang bang” rang through half the holy soul village.