The second day.

The dogs in the Holy Soul Village were still sleeping, and Su Bai had already gotten up.

Since the martial soul awakening, Su Bai has made plans for himself, getting up early to exercise, getting what he is tired, and having a training plan for special forces, dragon kings, and killers.

Although these are what Su Bai sees from every aspect of the Internet and may not be fidelity, his muscles will not deceive people. As for the hidden injuries, Su Bai doesn't care. Anyway, he has the treatment of magic books and will not leave any hidden injuries.

Su Bai walked on the path in the Holy Soul Village and arrived at the destination in a short while.

Looking at the vegetation and wood house in front of you.

Su Bai shouted directly: "Uncle Hao, Uncle Hao, have you gotten up? Uncle Hao."

Su Bai waited for a short time and was about to call Tang Hao to get up and open the door again.

Just listen.

A "creak" sound.

The door is open.

Tang San walked out from behind the door and said quickly:

"Xiaobai, stop shouting, dad is still sleeping."

"Oh." Su Bai scratched his head and asked:

"Missary, has the Uncle Jian Hao I want to build for me?"

"Dad has already made it for you, come in and have a look."

Tang San said, turned around and opened the door and entered the room.

Su Bai followed Tang San and walked into Tang San's home.

As soon as he entered the house, Su Bai was attracted by the eyes.

I saw a sword in Tang San’s home leaning against the dusty wall.

The sword was shining with a faint green light, with a cold air. The sword body was about two feet one in length, dark brown, bright and smooth, and a diamond-shaped dark pattern could be seen. The blade was fine and sharp. At the hilt, there was a golden dragon sculpture, which looked extremely majestic.

Su Bai fell in love with this sword at once.

"Do you like this little girl?"

Tang San asked with a smile.

Su Bai couldn't help but walk forward, picked up the sword, and played a few sword flowers in his hand.

Lian Gu praised: "No, not bad, what a good sword."

Su Bai pinned the sword on his waist, just right.

It seems that Tang Hao has adjusted his height according to his height, and it doesn’t take much effort to not pull the sword on his waist or pull it out.

"What name is Xiaobai going to give this sword?"

Tang San asked curiously again, there were also sword cultivators in Tang San's previous life, and each powerful sword cultivator had his own exclusive name.

Even in the martial arts world, several bloody storms were induced by some swords.

Su Bai pondered for a while, stared at the sword in his hand, and said:

"Just want its peerless sword."

Tang San was shocked. Looking at his past and present, he had never seen such a domineering and straightforward naming method.

Tang San felt the corners of his eyes tremble constantly.

But I couldn't say anything, after all, this was created by my father for Xiaobai.

However, Tang San felt a little regretful for this sword.

Su Bai did not notice the movements on Tang San. If Su Bai knew Tang San’s thoughts, he would definitely say that Tang San didn’t understand him.

Su Bai's hand kept stroking the sword blade, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Although you can't step on the frontier with a silver spear and a white horse, it's good to have a sword into the world.

"Oh, by the way, mistress, can you help me build a set of weight-bearing tools with original iron?"

Su Bai seemed to remember something, put the sword back on his waist and said to Tangshan.

"High weight protection, how heavy?"

Tang San did not refuse. It happened that he had just learned the method of chopping the wind and hammer a while ago, and the process of creating wrist guards allowed him to practice.

"It's about 100 pounds, it's better to increase it layer by layer." Su Bai replied.

Tang San frowned and said:

"Xiaobai, you won't wear it yourself, are you?"

"Yeah, I'll wear it myself."

Su Bai replied.

Tang San shook his hand, looked at Su Bai seriously, and said.

"Xiaobai, you are still growing. If you wear this weight-bearing protective gear, it will affect your development and leave hidden injuries."

Su Bai laughed loudly, waved his hand and said.

"It's okay, mistress, my martial soul can help me and heal the hidden wounds in my body."

"Martial soul treatment?" Tang San felt a little strange.

"Xiaobai, isn't your martial soul a book martial soul? How can it have a healing effect?"

"Oh, I don't know either. My martial soul told me." Su Bai didn't know how to explain, so he said casually.

Although Tang San lived for a lifetime, he didn't know what the martial soul looked like. When he heard Su Bai say that the martial soul told him that it had a healing effect, he couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this continent.

"What the martial soul told you? How did you tell you?" Tang San asked curiously. He had also tried his martial soul in the past few days. But he had never seen Lan Yincao tell him anything.

"I just injected my soul into my martial soul, and then a voice sounded from the heart. This sound was very nice. She told me that his name was Death Notes, which came from hell. She could not only heal everything, but also master the life and death of others. Just write the name and way of death of that person in the book."

"In less than an hour, the man will die by the way of death in the book."

Tang San's brows frowned even deeper.

"Death Notes? Is this the function of the little white martial soul?"

Although he is both innate and full of soul power, he is still a noble twin martial soul, at this moment, Tang San still envies Su Bai's martial soul.

"Okay, let's not talk about this."

Su Bai said on Tang San's shoulder.

"Can you build a weight-bearing tool? As for the hidden injuries, it's really okay."

After all, Tang San has been a human being for two lifetimes and quickly adjusted his mentality.

Hearing Su Bai's question, he said, "Of course, but I'm not as fast as my father. It takes three days to build it."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Su Bai was not in a hurry for those two days, and it was also a sudden idea to build a weight-bearing protective gear.

Since the sword had been obtained, Tang San agreed to the weight-bearing protective gear, and there was nothing wrong with Su Bai staying here.

Immediately, Su Bai said goodbye to Tang San and left Tang San's home with a jumping jump.

He could no longer help but play with his peerless sword.

"By the way, Xiaobai, my father said that the soul master will rely on his own martial soul after all. Swords and other external forces are always external forces. They will only work when the soul master's soul power is low. Once the soul power is high, the sword will have no effect and must not be relied on."

Tang San instructed Su Bai.

"I understand" Su Bai waved to show that he knew it.

…………

After Su Bai left, Tang San returned to the inner room to prepare the pieces of original iron to help Su Bai build protective gear.

"Dad, you're OK." Tang San walked closer to the inner room and found that Tang Hao had woken up.

"Yes." Tang Hao sat beside the bed, looking decadent.

When Tang San saw Tang Hao wake up, he looked at Tang Hao and told Tang Hao about what happened just now.

"Dad, do you know? Xiaobai's martial soul is called Death Notes..."

At the end of his speech, Tang San said with envy;

"Dad, Xiaobai's martial spirit is so strong."

Tang Hao stroked his forehead and said helplessly:

"Missary, Xiaobai's martial soul should have undergone a mutated martial soul. As for the words that are written by whom who dies, it should be Xiaobai who lied to you."

"Ah?" Tang San's face was shocked.

But then I thought about it and Tang San felt that he was too funny just now, and Xiaobai was well-known to the whole village for the train.

How can I take it all seriously?

Tang San shook his head, took the original iron, went out to build protective gear.

Tang Hao sat on the bed and stared at Tang San's back.

Alas~ The mistress is still too simple, how can people feel at ease?
Chapter completed!