Chapter 160 Tang San's Lost Soul!
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Tian Qi Dou Luo
Chapter 160 The Lost Tang San!
It has been some time since that battle ended.
After returning, Tang San seemed to have fallen into a madman, shutting himself in the room every day.
Qian Yu hit him really hard.
Qian Yu hit him again and again, almost making Tang San unable to stand up.
"it's all my fault!"
"It's all my fault, the teacher is so embarrassing, it's all because I'm too weak!"
Tang San blamed himself again and again.
Now, Tang San had only two possibilities to deal with Qian Yu.
One is to find his father, ask his father to kill him.
Another possibility is to research the peerless hidden weapon from the previous life, then he may be able to kill Qian Yu.
Tang San's room is not big, nearly thirty square meters, with casting furnace, calciner, anvil for beating, and casting hammer.
It's just a little rusty because it hasn't been used for a while.
In a corner of the house, there are still a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal piled up, most of which have not undergone any processing.
Tang San has been decadent for two months.
For two months, he did nothing.
Soul power didn't improve much either.
The master is also in a similar state. The master and the apprentice are almost in a daze. It may be too difficult for them to regain their confidence.
Xiao Wu and the others came to persuade Tang San several times, and only then did Tang San reluctantly cheer up.
Tang San simply tidied up the room, when he held the casting hammer, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the appearance when my father taught me casting.
"If I can make a stronger hidden weapon, maybe I can defeat Gu Yu!"
Tang San muttered.
Thus, Tang San fell into another situation.
That's when Tang San started crazily blacksmithing, he crazily forged every day, wanting to forge stronger hidden weapons.
"Gu Yu!"
"who are you?"
"Who is it?"
"why??"
"Why are you targeting me?"
"why treat me like this?"
"Why exactly?"
Tang San murmured these words, and swung the casting hammer numbly in his hand.
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers.
Tang San was already numb, his eyes were lost, without any target, with the sound of howling wind, the casting hammer fell with Tang San's hands in this room.
The clothes all over his body were soaked in sweat and he didn't even know it. He was already numb. In front of him, there were only these irons.
When, when, when, when... Tang San started his casting.
Knocking again and again, each knocking, carries the hatred for Qian Yu.
When he hit the iron, it was like hitting Qian Yu's body.
From this day on, apart from eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep.
He repeats the continuous casting every day. When he gets tired, he just sits down on the spot and cultivates his soul power. As soon as his energy recovers, he resumes his work.
No one knew exactly what Tang San was making, not even the master.
But the current master also shuts himself in the room every day, not knowing what he is doing.
The only person who has ever entered the casting room is Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day, she didn't bother Tang San, she just silently put the clean clothes aside, put the clear water she had made and some peeled and pitted fruits there, and quietly left.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she knew Tang San, she has never seen Tang San forgetting to eat and sleep to do something like this.
Tang San's body was full of metallic smell, his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.
For Tang San's current situation, Xiao Wu was a little worried, only when she went to sneak into the casting room again and saw Tang San put on clean clothes, drank up the clear water and the empty fruit plate she brought, did she feel Will feel a little relieved.
Time passed day by day, and the knocking sounds in the casting room only became more intense.Every day before dawn, it starts to sound, and it will not stop completely until the night completely replaces the sky.
During this period of time, even when eating in the cafeteria, Tang San seemed taciturn, always in a state of thinking.
Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also looked for Grandmaster and Flender, Grandmaster only said one word, don't bother him.
The dark blue gradually replaced the pure black, and in the distance, a golden silk thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance, and dawn came again.
The door of the casting room opened, and a person came out from inside, with disheveled hair, a face of iron gray, and an exposed upper body that was full of stains but full of strong muscles.
He looked stronger than before, and seemed to have increased in height.A faint purple meaning faintly revealed from the eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.
Looking into the distance, looking at the east where the golden line is gradually expanding, the purple air in the eyes is getting stronger.
Quietly raising his hands, as his fists clenched, his steel-like muscles suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to go, full of strength and wild beauty.
"49 days, a full 49 days. I finally succeeded." Slowly spreading his palms, a pair of round iron balls appeared in his grasp.
The iron ball was pitch black, even under the sunlight, there was no luster, but a layer of cold aura quietly permeated from the iron ball.
Tang San squeezed the iron ball in his hand, murmured to himself: "The only thing missing now is poison.
I really want to make Buddha's Fury Tanglian again, and the unfinished rainstorm pear blossom needle.
Unfortunately, in this world, the limitations of materials are too great after all.
If I can create these two kinds of hidden weapons, I'm afraid... I will be able to defeat that Gu Yu! "
With a slight shake of the wrist, two iron balls flew out through the air, one left and one right, also silently.They strangely drew two arcs in the air, and then flew back into Tang San's grasp, twirling non-stop in his palm, but from the beginning to the end, they never collided together.
"What's the use of making this Flying God Claw?"
"Could it be possible to defeat Gu Yu with this?"
Tang San was still disappointed, and immediately threw the two iron balls aside.
After almost two months, Tang San finally walked out of his room.
During this period, Xiao Wu's spirit power rose to level 32, and everyone else's spirit power also increased considerably.
Now, the soul power levels of the Shrek Seven Monsters are:
Dai Mubai, the evil-eyed white tiger, is a level 38 three-ring battle soul master.
Sausage monopoly Oscar, 31-level three-ring device Soul Zun.
Thousand-handed Shura Tang San, a level 33 three-ring battle soul master.
Ma Hongjun, the evil fire phoenix, is a level 28 second-ring battle soul master.
The soft and bone charming rabbit Xiaowu, the 32nd level three-ring battle soul master.
Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass, is a level 27 second ring weapon soul master.
Zhu Zhuqing, a ghost civet, is a level 28 second-ring battle soul master.
"Xiao San, are you alright?" Seeing Tang San walking out, Xiao Wu immediately asked worriedly.
Tang San's eyes were dull, looking ahead, he just replied coldly: "I'm fine."
(End of this chapter)
It has been some time since that battle ended.
After returning, Tang San seemed to have fallen into a madman, shutting himself in the room every day.
Qian Yu hit him really hard.
Qian Yu hit him again and again, almost making Tang San unable to stand up.
"it's all my fault!"
"It's all my fault, the teacher is so embarrassing, it's all because I'm too weak!"
Tang San blamed himself again and again.
Now, Tang San had only two possibilities to deal with Qian Yu.
One is to find his father, ask his father to kill him.
Another possibility is to research the peerless hidden weapon from the previous life, then he may be able to kill Qian Yu.
Tang San's room is not big, nearly thirty square meters, with casting furnace, calciner, anvil for beating, and casting hammer.
It's just a little rusty because it hasn't been used for a while.
In a corner of the house, there are still a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal piled up, most of which have not undergone any processing.
Tang San has been decadent for two months.
For two months, he did nothing.
Soul power didn't improve much either.
The master is also in a similar state. The master and the apprentice are almost in a daze. It may be too difficult for them to regain their confidence.
Xiao Wu and the others came to persuade Tang San several times, and only then did Tang San reluctantly cheer up.
Tang San simply tidied up the room, when he held the casting hammer, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the appearance when my father taught me casting.
"If I can make a stronger hidden weapon, maybe I can defeat Gu Yu!"
Tang San muttered.
Thus, Tang San fell into another situation.
That's when Tang San started crazily blacksmithing, he crazily forged every day, wanting to forge stronger hidden weapons.
"Gu Yu!"
"who are you?"
"Who is it?"
"why??"
"Why are you targeting me?"
"why treat me like this?"
"Why exactly?"
Tang San murmured these words, and swung the casting hammer numbly in his hand.
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers.
Tang San was already numb, his eyes were lost, without any target, with the sound of howling wind, the casting hammer fell with Tang San's hands in this room.
The clothes all over his body were soaked in sweat and he didn't even know it. He was already numb. In front of him, there were only these irons.
When, when, when, when... Tang San started his casting.
Knocking again and again, each knocking, carries the hatred for Qian Yu.
When he hit the iron, it was like hitting Qian Yu's body.
From this day on, apart from eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep.
He repeats the continuous casting every day. When he gets tired, he just sits down on the spot and cultivates his soul power. As soon as his energy recovers, he resumes his work.
No one knew exactly what Tang San was making, not even the master.
But the current master also shuts himself in the room every day, not knowing what he is doing.
The only person who has ever entered the casting room is Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day, she didn't bother Tang San, she just silently put the clean clothes aside, put the clear water she had made and some peeled and pitted fruits there, and quietly left.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she knew Tang San, she has never seen Tang San forgetting to eat and sleep to do something like this.
Tang San's body was full of metallic smell, his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.
For Tang San's current situation, Xiao Wu was a little worried, only when she went to sneak into the casting room again and saw Tang San put on clean clothes, drank up the clear water and the empty fruit plate she brought, did she feel Will feel a little relieved.
Time passed day by day, and the knocking sounds in the casting room only became more intense.Every day before dawn, it starts to sound, and it will not stop completely until the night completely replaces the sky.
During this period of time, even when eating in the cafeteria, Tang San seemed taciturn, always in a state of thinking.
Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also looked for Grandmaster and Flender, Grandmaster only said one word, don't bother him.
The dark blue gradually replaced the pure black, and in the distance, a golden silk thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance, and dawn came again.
The door of the casting room opened, and a person came out from inside, with disheveled hair, a face of iron gray, and an exposed upper body that was full of stains but full of strong muscles.
He looked stronger than before, and seemed to have increased in height.A faint purple meaning faintly revealed from the eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.
Looking into the distance, looking at the east where the golden line is gradually expanding, the purple air in the eyes is getting stronger.
Quietly raising his hands, as his fists clenched, his steel-like muscles suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to go, full of strength and wild beauty.
"49 days, a full 49 days. I finally succeeded." Slowly spreading his palms, a pair of round iron balls appeared in his grasp.
The iron ball was pitch black, even under the sunlight, there was no luster, but a layer of cold aura quietly permeated from the iron ball.
Tang San squeezed the iron ball in his hand, murmured to himself: "The only thing missing now is poison.
I really want to make Buddha's Fury Tanglian again, and the unfinished rainstorm pear blossom needle.
Unfortunately, in this world, the limitations of materials are too great after all.
If I can create these two kinds of hidden weapons, I'm afraid... I will be able to defeat that Gu Yu! "
With a slight shake of the wrist, two iron balls flew out through the air, one left and one right, also silently.They strangely drew two arcs in the air, and then flew back into Tang San's grasp, twirling non-stop in his palm, but from the beginning to the end, they never collided together.
"What's the use of making this Flying God Claw?"
"Could it be possible to defeat Gu Yu with this?"
Tang San was still disappointed, and immediately threw the two iron balls aside.
After almost two months, Tang San finally walked out of his room.
During this period, Xiao Wu's spirit power rose to level 32, and everyone else's spirit power also increased considerably.
Now, the soul power levels of the Shrek Seven Monsters are:
Dai Mubai, the evil-eyed white tiger, is a level 38 three-ring battle soul master.
Sausage monopoly Oscar, 31-level three-ring device Soul Zun.
Thousand-handed Shura Tang San, a level 33 three-ring battle soul master.
Ma Hongjun, the evil fire phoenix, is a level 28 second-ring battle soul master.
The soft and bone charming rabbit Xiaowu, the 32nd level three-ring battle soul master.
Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass, is a level 27 second ring weapon soul master.
Zhu Zhuqing, a ghost civet, is a level 28 second-ring battle soul master.
"Xiao San, are you alright?" Seeing Tang San walking out, Xiao Wu immediately asked worriedly.
Tang San's eyes were dull, looking ahead, he just replied coldly: "I'm fine."
(End of this chapter)
