Chapter 6 Tang San, you shouldn't have come

At the same time, Xiao He also walked out of the Wuhun Village Hall with a calm expression on his face.

"Xiaohe, I didn't expect that you have innate soul power. It's really God bless my Holy Soul Village!"

Seeing Xiao He's figure, Old Jack greeted him with a smile.

"Those who practice Taoism focus the most on cause and effect. In the near future, I will understand this cause and effect."

Xiao He smiled slightly.

"Xiaohe, what nonsense are you talking about?"

When Old Jack heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, and then said, "Grandpa is going to arrange for you to go to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy to be a work student. At that time, he became a high-level soul master and glorious ancestors!"

Xiao He often talks about some big truths and often talks nonsense. Old Jack is a little used to it.

"Grandpa Jack, this should be the last time I call you that. I have something to do and I will come to you in a few days."

Xiao He shook his head, and after saying this, he disappeared without a trace.

Dividing line.

At this time, Tang San also returned to his home.

Seeing Xiao He suddenly disappear, Old Jack was stunned on the spot. His mouth was half open, looking inexplicably surprised.

When Tang Hao saw Tang San come back, he immediately asked the question he wanted to know the most.

Xiao He smiled faintly, hooked his finger at Tang San, and said, "Come on, let me see what methods you, the reborn God King of Tang, have!"

Then, after a while, a middle-aged man about fifty years old also walked out of the largest earthen-breasted room.

"I heard that the martial souls of descendants were inherited from their parents. Then, my mother, is her martial soul blue silver grass?"

The light instantly condensed, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.

No matter why he got the Jiujue of Haotian, or why he had those messy self-created soul skills, he was his own son!

"Dad, I want to be a soul master, I want to be a working student at Notting Junior Soul Master College."

"You guessed I'll come?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao who was walking step by step and asked with some meaning.

Tang Hao subconsciously ignored the second half of Tang San's sentence, and was even more prepared to directly press the ghost to death.

Tang San felt Tang Hao's hug while telling in his ear.

Dividing line.

"I didn't expect that you were really here!"

"From the Emperor of Heaven and the Ordinary People, who can avoid the erosion of time?"

Since you know, you still dare to say it in front of me?

"Missary, are you going to awaken your martial soul today? What is your martial soul?"

The little boy's destination seemed to be the small hill outside the Holy Soul Village.

"You are a variable, I don't want this variable to break the peace here."

"Haha, do you mean my martial soul and innate full soul power, which will attract the attention of the Wuhun Palace and thus break your life with Tang Hao?"

"This is."

"Blue Silver Grass, it turns out that your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San slowly raised his left hand, and a faint black light gushed out from his palm.

Tang San's eyes fell on Xiao He, and his eyes were extremely deep, as if they could see through everything in the world.

Tang San smiled coldly and continued, "You said yes, another reborn person!"

Tang Hao's palm that he was about to slap and quickly changed to hug him, hugging Tang San tightly into his arms.

Xiao He's plain voice came into Tang San's ears.

On the hill outside the Holy Soul Village, Xiao He sat on a big white stone and said without looking back.

"You shouldn't have come!"

Tang Hao agreed to Tang San's request without any hesitation.

However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special light, and a faint pattern was coiled on the cylindrical hammer head.

"Okay, okay, no problem."

The martial soul is inherited through bloodlines. Tang Hao's son, the martial soul is not the Haotian Hammer or the Blue Silver Emperor?

The child who looked five or six years old seemed to be following the older child in front, and the middle-aged man was following the slightly smaller boy.

Above the sky, the bright silver moon exudes a soft and warm light, shining on the entire sky.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Well, this scene looks a bit weird, very similar to - the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind!

Do you really think I, Tang Hao, can't make it?

Tang Hao walked to Tang San step by step, and the callused palm slapped Tang San's forehead slowly!

"Father, then are you a martial soul? Is it a hammer? It's like this?"

You know this too!

You also know that the martial souls of descendants are inherited from their parents!

Dividing line.

Time passed slowly, and a deep black gradually covered the blue and white sky.

"Father, my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass and Haotian Hammer!"

"That's right, as long as you die, the senior management of the Wuhun Palace will not come to this remote place because of a dead person!"

"Xiaohe, where are you?"

Tang San's mouth raised slightly, showing a slightly sarcastic smile.

Suddenly, a six-year-old boy walked slowly by these three earthen rooms with a calmness that was not of this age on his face.

It was almost the same, just now, Tang Hao almost slapped his biological son to death!

The moment he saw Haotian Hammer, Tang Hao had already determined that Tang San was his son.

"Reborn? Maybe it's true!"

Xiao He jumped up from the big stone, walked step by step to Tang San, and said lightly: "Although I have guessed it, I still want to ask, why do you want to kill me?"

A cold and a little arrogant voice suddenly sounded, and Tang San, dressed in black, walked out from behind the hillside and stood five meters away from Xiaohe.

It was a black hammer with a hammer handle about half a foot long, and the hammer head was a cylinder, which looked like a reduced cast hammer.

Xiao He shrugged with a plain expression.

A moment later, another little boy who looked five or six years old walked out of the largest earthen room.

Tang San smiled, did not hide anything else, and directly told him about it.

Under the cold and soft moonlight, three dilapidated adobe houses stood there alone.

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was stunned for a moment!

Others don’t know what Tang San has in his hands, so how could he not know?

Let me recall Tang San’s words just now - Father, my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass and Haotian Hammer!

"Twin martial souls! It turns out to be twin martial souls! Son, my son!!!"

This is simply impossible!

"act recklessly!"

Tang San smiled disdainfully. He stretched out his left hand and saw a pitch-black spot condensed in the palm of his hand, forming a pitch-black little hammer in an instant.

"Haotian Jiujue: The word "beng"!"

Tang San shouted lightly, swung the Haotian hammer in his hand and smashed Xiao He in front of him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!