章 18: Stealing the Cloak
Tang San continued to ask: "Teacher, do you know what happened to his martial spirit?"
Yu Xiaogang coughed a few times, naturally he couldn't admit that he was wrong, and immediately pretended to sigh Said: "Hey, it seems that he still embarked on this path after all."
"Teacher, you know?" Tang San's eyes lit up, he was a man of learning, but also a strong man, there is no doubt that today's blue Having defeated Xiao Wu, it gave Tang San a certain amount of pressure. So he desperately wanted to know everything about Lan Si. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up with wisdom, "The route Lan Si has taken reminds me of a certain soul master. He also possesses a flower spirit, and is countless generations stronger than Lan Si's lotus flower.
" Then how is he?" Hearing this, Tang San asked.
Yu Xiaogang said regretfully, "Relying on his high-quality martial spirit and strong talent, although he has cultivated to the title Douluo level, he took the wrong route and became the last in the same level, resulting in a waste of talent. Facing even some spirit masters with lower spirit power than him, he cannot defeat them, let alone a titled Douluo of the same level."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San asked hesitantly, "Teacher, what do you mean? Does that mean that Titled Douluo also chose the same route as Lan Si?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded and said, "Yes, Lansi and that Titled Douluo are in very similar situations, and they may be strong in the early stage. , but it started to become weak in the later stage. Especially at the stage of Soul Sage, the gap will become more and more obvious, and eventually everyone will be wiped out."
"Of course, these are still under the premise that Lan Si can cultivate to Soul Sage. After all, in terms of talent, who Although the Titled Douluo is not comparable, it is also said to be blessed. Even that Titled Douluo has such a hard time cultivating, not to mention that Lan Si has only a mere fifth-level innate spirit power."
Tang San suddenly felt relieved. A lot, yes, what if Lan Si is strong now?
Without the guidance of a professional theoretical tutor, and the innate soul power is only level 5, the gap between the two will only increase in the future.
Thinking of this, Tang San's mouth curled into an imperceptible smile, and he realized that he seemed to be thinking too much.
Tang San bowed slightly, "Teacher, I understand, then you should rest here first, and I will come to see you when I bring you dinner at night."
Yu Xiaogang smiled gently: "Go, don't delay your cultivation."
Tang San San nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the room.
Looking at Tang San's disappearing back, Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed with contemplation. To be honest, he was already starting to regret it. Lan Si's talent seemed to be beyond his expectations.
Awakened Martial Spirit three months ago, innate spirit power level 5, and now is a first ring spirit master.
To increase the fifth-level spirit power in such a short period of time, this is probably breaking the record in the history of Douluo Continent.
"Oh, it seems that I will have more contact with him in the future. Such a good seedling can't be wasted." On the
other hand, Lan Si walked out of Notting College after reading the book on soul master theory for an hour in the college library.
Counting the time, at this point, it should be when Tang San went to the blacksmith for odd jobs.
The largest blacksmith shop in Notting City was Otto Blacksmith Shop. The rest of the blacksmith shops were three or two big cats and kittens. There was very little business. Tang San couldn't go there, and they couldn't accept him as an apprentice.
Simply put, Lan Si went directly to Otto Blacksmith.
Before entering the door, Lan Si felt a familiar heat blowing towards him.
At the same time, a resounding voice sounded from the door, "Little boy, why are you here, make something for your family to come, get out, it's very dangerous here."
"Is Tang San here already?" Lan Si smiled lightly and stepped into it.
Inside the blacksmith shop, the Tang three stood harmlessly in front of a dark-skinned, sturdy big man, the latter's eyes were attracted by Tang San, stopped what he was doing, and looked at Tang San curiously.
"Hello, uncle, I'm here to apply for an apprenticeship." Tang San said politely.
"Children, don't make trouble, go home quickly. With your small body, I'm afraid you can't even hold a hammer." The big man was stunned for a moment, looked at Tang San up and down, and shook his head.
"Uncle, let me try it!" Tang San pleaded with firm eyes.
"I" The big man was about to refuse, and a clear voice suddenly echoed in the hall: "Uncle Tom, he is my classmate, let him try it."
Hearing this familiar voice, including the big man, Almost all the blacksmiths stopped their work, their eyes lit up instantly, and they turned to Lan Si with a kind smile.
"Si, why do you come here when you are free? The boss just went out. He was very happy when he heard that you became a soul master. He was drinking and celebrating with a few friends." The big man called Tom showed a soft smile and greeted Lan Si laughed.
Lan Si smiled without saying a word, turned his eyes to Tang San, and asked with a smile, "Tang San, why did you think of being an apprentice at the blacksmith shop?"
Tang San only explained when he saw that Lan Si didn't show a mocking look at him. : "I'm a working-study student, and I need to earn money to support my family. It just so happens that my dad is a famous blacksmith. After studying with him for a while, I came here."
Lan Si nodded with a pretense of surprise, and said to Tom, "Uncle Tom, let him Try it, if it doesn't work, it's not too late to refuse."
"But Si, in case the boss asks." Tom was a little confused.
"I'll tell Uncle Otto later." Lan Si said.
Now that Lan Si has spoken, it is not easy for Tom to refuse. Handing a thick and heavy forging hammer to Tang San, he solemnly said: "Then you can try it, but it's all for the sake of Si, if you can't, I will refuse without hesitation. "
Many thanks." Tang San thanked him, took the casting hammer that was half a foot taller than him, and lifted it up. Tom and the surrounding blacksmiths suddenly widened their eyes and said in admiration, "Good strength. !"
Tang San stared at the red-hot pig iron on the stove, exhaled and drank, and slammed the casting hammer up.
"drink!"
The soles of the feet are firmly on the ground, the calves exert force, the strength is uploaded, the body is half-rotated, and the huge casting hammer slants a semi-circular arc in the air, and finally hits the piece of pig iron hard.
When there was a loud noise, the hammer bounced back, Tang San turned around quickly, the hammer in his hand swung again, and there was another loud noise, and the hammer fell on the piece of pig iron heavier than before.
Lan Si on the side saw that his eyes were gleaming, and he didn't blink, not letting Tang San's movements go.
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers. Repeatedly.
It wasn't until the eighteen hammers, the eighteen hammers were struck in a row, that when the last strike was completed, Tang San stopped panting with sweat on his forehead.
Although the shape of the piece of pig iron has not changed, it has shrunk as a whole.
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