Holding a fishbone and picking his teeth, Tang San simply treated the blood left by the stream because of lunch.

He reached out to lift the rabbit, and Tang San walked along the stream for a while. Then, a little far away from the stream, Tang San found a relatively empty space, threw the rabbit aside, and sat cross-legged.

With his left hand on his knee, his palm facing up, Tang San looked at the hand a little lost.

【Hammer name, Haotian.】

The strange man mentioned the sect to which his father belonged, the information revealed during the interrogation of Tianyue, Hu Liena inadvertently murmured.

"It can make the Spirit Hall pay so much attention, but when my father needs support the most, he chooses to back-prick my father and force my mother to sacrifice."

"Haha, is this the number one sect in the world, Haotian sect?"

Tang San sneered and conducted a simple reasoning analysis on what he heard very fragmented and deliberately vague information.

Wuhun Hall, Haotian Sect, I will write down you down.

A hint of cruelty appeared on Tang San's face, and then Tang San hid it well.

"I am still very weak now. If the strange man said everything he said is true, then I still have a lot to work hard, but it is obviously not possible to be by myself."

Tang San, who is powerful in the Wuhun Hall, has seen some of them, and I think the Haotian Sect will not be much worse.

The more he thought about it, the more his brows frowned, and his idea of ​​establishing the Tang Sect in this other world became stronger.

He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. Tang San forced himself to let go of these first, and the road was to go step by step.

"It's not the time to think about this. It's time for me to study my second martial soul and my right arm, what exactly happened to it."

Putting his left hand beside him, Tang San took a deep breath, and a small black hammer appeared, accompanied by a red soul ring emerging from Tang San.

The moment the little hammer appeared, Tang San's soul power was evacuated, and his left hand could not bear the weight of the little hammer and smashed the little hammer heavily to the ground without being controlled by himself.

The black light dissipated, the weight in his hand disappeared, leaving only a pit beside Tang San. Tang San took a breath and looked at his left hand with a look of surprise.

“What’s the situation?!”

Tang San recalled the situation when he took out the hammer for the first time. Although he was very struggling at that time and his soul power was almost exhausted, it was definitely not the case now.

"I can't pick it up? I can't pick it up. I can't pick it up!"

Tang San's face twisted for a moment. Compared to Lan Yincao, Tang San is more optimistic about his Haotian Hammer Martial Soul.

Now that there are no extra objects on the body and are alone in unknown mountains, the protective effect of his blue silver grass is obviously not as good as that of Haotian Hammer.

Before he was taken away, Tang San did not have much advice on whether he should first practice the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul or the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul. Since his father and teacher were not allowed to practice the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul, he would not practice it for the first time.

In Tang San's opinion at that time, this was actually nothing, as long as he could become a soul master.

But now Tang San didn't think so. He has now determined his future enemy, so relying solely on the Blue Silver Grass will obviously not help him achieve his goal.

Compared to control, he prefers to make himself a soul master in the strong attack system, and the Haotian Hammer is the best choice he thinks is now.

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Tang San couldn't help but curse in his heart, what's the use of a good choice? He can't handle it now!

A Haotian Hammer that Tang San cannot lift, it would be better to continue practicing the Blue Silver Grass.

"So, is this the reason why my father and teacher have never asked me to practice Haotian Hammer?"

Tang San looked at his left hand with a regret.

"No wonder my father supports me to make a blacksmith. It turns out that there is another meaning. Impulse is not simply to allow me to supplement my life. I am also exercising my body day after day to prepare for my future use of the Haotian Hammer."

Tang San suddenly realized, but then he felt a little doubt.

"This is my situation. So how can the disciples of Haotian Sect who use Haotian Hammer as their martial soul easily use their Haotian Hammer martial soul after attaching a soul ring to Haotian Sect?"

After thinking about it, Tang San finally put his thoughts on the 100,000-year soul ring.

"Is it really because Xiao Wu provides me with that soul ring?"

Tang San's face looked a little ugly, but if it was really what he thought, Tang San couldn't say anything, because the suggestion to ask Xiao Wu to attach the soul ring to the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul was proposed by Tang San himself.

"Then this is a trump card for life. Although I can't lift it, I can let it fall, and it's not use it at all."

After taking a look at the pit beside him, Tang San comforted himself.

After closing his eyes to practice, Tang San began to restore the power of his soul that had been exhausted for himself.

After a long time, Tang San opened his eyes and placed his eyes on his right arm. Then he looked at the sky that seemed a little dim. Tang San dispelled his preparation to try out the strange energy that he had added to his right arm now.

Picking up the rabbit, Tang San buried it in the pit that was smashed by Haotian hammer.

Then he walked to the stream and settled his supper.

After walking around the neighborhood, Tang San found some plants and grass leaves that could be dewormed based on his memory.

Holding these things, Tang San sat down under a big tree. He was no longer ready to walk around anymore.

As for the soul ring that Tang San needs to hunt, Tang San is sure to look for it tomorrow.

Crush these grass leaves and apply juice to his exposed skin. Tang San leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and relaxed his nerves.

Always nervousness will have a counterproductive effect on cultivation, and resting necessary can promote the effect of daily practice. This is a method taught by Yu Xiaogang to Tang Sandi to combine work and rest.

As Tang San stopped moving, the surrounding environment became quiet, leaving only the sound of streams flowing.

Suddenly, Tang San's ears moved slightly, and he caught the strange movements hidden under the sound of water flowing.

Opening his eyes, Tang San quietly stood up, circling his purple demonic eyes, and looking in the direction where the sound came.

Through the gap between the shrubs, Tang San vaguely saw a small thorn lying on the ground.

Holding his breath, Tang San slowly came to the back of the shrub and observing the thorn ball in secret.

Its head is grayish-white, with a long, hard, hairless, tubular mouth at the front, and it is bent downward. It has powerful hooks and claws, which are long and sharp. The back of the body is covered with needles of varying lengths and has no tail.

Anteater.
Chapter completed!