Chapter 160 The lost Tang San!

Author: Tianqi Douluo

Chapter 160 The lost Tang San!

It has been some time since that battle ended.

After returning, Tang San seemed to have fallen into madness and locked himself in the room every day.

Qianyu's blow to him was really too great.

Qianyu hit him again and again, almost making Tang San unable to stand up.

"It's all my fault!"

"It's all my fault that the teacher is so embarrassed. It's all because I'm too weak!"

Tang San blamed himself again and again.

Now, Tang San has only two possibilities for dealing with Qian Yu.

One way is to find his father, ask his father to take action, and kill him.

Another possibility is that he has developed a peerless hidden weapon from his previous life. Then, he might be able to kill Qian Yu.

Tang San's room was not big, nearly thirty square meters, with a casting furnace, a calcining furnace, an anvil for hammering, and a casting hammer.

It's just because it hasn't been used for a while, so it's a little rusty.

In a corner of the house, there was also a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal piled up, most of which had not been processed in any way.

Tang San had been depressed for two months.

In the past two months, he has done nothing.

His soul power has not improved much either.

The master is also in a similar state. Both the master and the disciple are almost confused. It is probably too difficult for them to regain their confidence.

Xiao Wu and the others came to persuade Tang San several times before Tang San managed to cheer up.

Tang San simply tidied up the room. When he held the casting hammer in his hand, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously. In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the time when his father taught him how to cast.

"If I can make a stronger hidden weapon, maybe I can defeat Gu Yu!"

Tang San murmured.

As a result, Tang San fell into another situation.

That's when Tang San started blacksmithing like crazy. He was casting like crazy every day, trying to forge stronger hidden weapons.

"Gu Yu!"

"Who are you anyway?"

"Who is it?"

"Why??"

"Why target me?"

"Why do you do this to me?"

"Why exactly?"

As Tang San murmured these words, he swung the casting hammer numbly in his hand.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers.

Tang San was already numb, his eyes were blank, without any target. With the sound of howling wind, the casting hammer fell with Tang San's hands in the room.

Even though his clothes were soaked with sweat, he didn't even realize it. He was already numb. There was only this iron in front of him.

When, when, when, when... Tang San started his own casting.

Knocking again and again, every blow carried hatred towards Qian Yu.

When he hit the iron, it was like hitting Qian Yu's body.

From this day on, except for eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep.

He repeated the casting process every day. When he got tired, he would sit down and practice his soul power. As soon as his energy was restored, he would continue his work.

No one knows what Tang San is making, not even the master.

But the current master also locks himself in his room every day, not knowing what he is doing.

The only person who had ever entered the casting room was Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day. She did not disturb Tang San, but silently put the clean clothes aside, placed the water she had prepared and some peeled and cored fruits there, and then quietly left.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she met Tang San, she has never seen Tang San spend so much time doing something like this.

Tang San's body was full of the smell of metal, and his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.

Xiao Wu was a little worried about Tang San's current situation. Only when she quietly entered the casting room again and saw Tang San put on clean clothes and drank up the water and empty fruit plate she sent, she

You will feel a little more relieved.

As time passed, the sound of knocking in the foundry only became more intensive. Every day, it started to sound before dawn, and it would not stop completely until night completely replaced the skylight.

During this period of time, even when he went to the cafeteria to eat, Tang San seemed taciturn, always in a state of thinking.

Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also approached the master and Flanders. The master only said one thing, don't disturb him.

Deep blue gradually replaced pure black, and in the distance, a golden thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance on the horizon, and dawn came again.

The door of the foundry room opened, and a man walked out, with disheveled hair, an iron-gray face, and an exposed, stained upper body full of strong muscles.

It seems that he is stronger than before, and his height seems to have increased a bit. A faint purple light is faintly revealed from his eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.

Looking into the distance, towards the east where the golden thread is gradually expanding, the purple energy in my eyes is getting stronger.

He quietly raised his hands, and as he clenched his fists, the steel-like muscles in his body suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to go, full of strength and wild beauty.

"Forty-nine days, exactly forty-nine days. I finally succeeded." He slowly opened his palms, and a pair of round iron balls appeared in his hands.

The iron ball is pitch black, even under the sunlight, there is no luster, but a cold aura quietly permeates the iron ball.

Tang San pinched the iron ball in his hand and muttered to himself: "The only thing missing now is poison.

I really want to make the Angry Buddha Tanglian again, and the unfinished Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.

Unfortunately, in this world, the limitations of materials are too great after all.

If these two hidden weapons are made, I'm afraid I will be able to defeat that Gu Yu!"

With a flick of his wrist, two iron balls flew out of the air, one to the left and one to the right, equally silently. They drew two strange arcs in the air, and then flew back to Tang San's grasp, in the palm of his hand.

They kept spinning, but from beginning to end, they never collided.

"What's the use of making this flying divine claw?"

"Is it possible to defeat Gu Yu with just 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 soul power increased to level 32, and the soul power of others also increased significantly.

Now, the soul power levels of the Shrek Seven Devils are:

Dai Mubai, the evil-eyed white tiger, is a level 38, three-ring battle soul master.

Sausage monopoly Oscar, thirty-level three-ring weapon soul master.

Thousand-Armed Shura Tang San, a thirty-third level three-ring war soul master.

Evil Fire Phoenix Ma Hongjun, a twenty-eighth level two-ring battle soul master.

The soft-bone Charming Rabbit Xiao Wu, the thirty-second level three-ring battle soul master.

Qibao Li Li Ling Rongrong, 27th grade 2nd ring warehouse master.

Ghost Ling Cat Zhu Zhuqing, Master of War Soul Master of the 28th Class 28.

"Primary Three, are you okay?" Seeing Tang San came out, Xiao Wu immediately asked.

I saw Tang Sanshu's eyes dull, looking at the front, just answered coldly: "I'm okay."
Chapter completed!