Every time Tang San spoke, he would be greeted on time by Papa's loving iron fist or iron foot.
And it was calculated to his body's ability to withstand, just to the limit, without mercy.
After an unknown amount of time,
Tang San collapsed and knelt on the ground with a plop, begging with an incomparably miserable and bitter tone:
"Dad, please just tell me, I really don't know, and I can't guess."
At this moment, almost every part of his body was bruised, his arms were trembling, and his legs could not stand straight.
As for his head, which was the hardest hit area, it was completely swollen into a fat pig's head.
His face was purple and black, the color of congealed blood.
But even seeing his son in such a miserable state, Tang Hao's anger still did not dissipate.
However, he also knew that he could not continue hitting him.
He had to suppress his anger and scolded sternly:
"I'm hitting you not because of anything else, just one word, stupid, stupid to the point of being hopeless. I, Old Man, have lived for so long, and I have never seen anyone as stupid as you, and so stupid that you can't turn back.
At such a young age, is there only profit and benefits in your mind, and you don't consider the risks and consequences at all?
I ask you, do you think Qin Feng is an ordinary child?"
As soon as Tang Hao said this, Tang San's heart suddenly shook.
It was as if a layer of mist had suddenly been blown away, and some kind of powerful thinking inertia in his brain was instantly broken.
Realizing something, he quickly replied:
"Of course he's not ordinary. He's only six years old and has so much strength, and he can also take out 100,000 gold coin and a precious secret method for breaking limits."
"Then why do you think that such an extraordinary child really comes from this ordinary Saint Spirit Village?
And what makes you take it for granted that the gold coin was earned by Qin Feng himself, and that the powerful secret method, which takes months or years to even learn, was also developed by him,
and not inherited from a top expert, or some powerful force?
I'm very curious, where do you get the confidence to think that you are qualified and capable of playing tricks on and deceiving people?
Just relying on a few useless iron nails?
Qin Feng is willing to exchange with you in an equal manner, which is already a sign that he is willing to follow the rules and is being merciful.
If I really did what you said,
I estimate that it won't be long before you and I, father and son, will become a pile of broken bones, buried or even abandoned in the wilderness, and no one will ever know.
Use your brain when doing things, use your brain, understand?"
Tang Hao was almost driven mad.
The tone of his voice revealed a strong sense of disappointment.
How could he, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, not know or see the importance of Qin Feng's special body tempering method?
The Clear Sky Hammer spirit is good in every way, except that it is too heavy and consumes too much spirit power when wielded.
Little San, with his innate full soul power, completely exhausted his internal strength just by taking it out for a while.
It would be even more difficult for those disciples with ordinary qualifications.
But as long as they have this secret technique, which greatly enhances their physique, it will be of great benefit to the entire sect.
But a year ago, when he secretly went to spy on it,
before he could do anything,
that Mei Jie expressionlessly showed off nine spirit rings, the first six of which were blood red, like large lanterns during the Lantern Festival.
Although the colors of the last three had never been seen before, their aura was obviously heavier, and their age was probably higher than 100,000 years.
He himself had a 100,000-year spirit ring, which he had obtained by risking his life to plot against his wife.
But the other party had a full nine of them. How could he fight that?
And nine 100,000-year spirit rings also meant that nine 100,000-year spirit bone would be produced.
Moreover, the first spirit ring of the first spirit could not possibly be 100,000 years old. Qian Daoliu, backed by the Angel God, had not even done that.
So the other party must have another spirit with normally attached spirit rings.
Twin Spirits, at least nine 100,000-year spirit rings, six fully equipped 100,000-year spirit bone, and the spirit power level must be level ninety-nine without even thinking about it.
This does not even include whether there are other forces behind him. If there are, what kind of forces would be able to cultivate experts of this level?
Planning against such a person, I'm afraid you wouldn't even know how to write the word 'death'?
After a few more minutes, seeing that his son had finally realized his mistake,
Tang Hao sat on a wooden chair with a backrest without blushing or panting.
Recalling the feeling of venting just now in his mind, he secretly felt comfortable:
"I didn't expect that the feeling of beating someone without using a spirit is actually quite comfortable."
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"Time is like a wild donkey, it never stops running."
Three months later, one evening,
when Qin Feng was reminded that the Nuoding City Spirit Academy would open tomorrow, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.
These three months were the most fulfilling period of time he had spent since transmigrating, without exception.
Although he would also exercise before, his young body was destined to not be able to overdo it. After completing his tasks, he still had a lot of free time every day to do other things,
playing with cats and teasing dogs, reading novels, and admiring the scenery. In short, life was still quite comfortable.
However, since awakening his spirit and having the ultimate life attribute bonus of his martial soul,
his physique, especially his recovery ability, had directly increased several times.
Moreover, as he gradually became familiar with his spirit and became more and more proficient in using and developing its various abilities,
this already exaggerated upper limit and recovery ability continued to grow at a faster rate than usual.
Before, when his stamina was exhausted, he could only wait slowly, but now, as soon as he activated his martial soul, he would be instantly resurrected with full health after consuming a little spirit power.
The endless energy also made Qin Feng's world almost devoid of days and nights.
Every day, he either immersed himself in the forging room to study materials and learn and practice various skills, or he would drill into the cave heaven world and torture himself in various ways to speed up his proficiency in his spirit's abilities.
He would start practicing directly after waking up, and fall asleep as soon as he was tired from practicing.
In three months, it really felt like it had passed in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking,
Tang San, who had also received the news next to him, suddenly froze with an excited expression.
"What kind of strange metaphors are these? I would also say that time is like a wild boar or a wild bull."
Qin Feng always said some strange things,
many of which were very interesting, and some even resonated and made people yearn for them,
but there were also some that were very confusing, like he was playing some incomprehensible rotten jokes.
"You, you don't understand, this is a famous quote."
"Don't think I can't hear it, isn't the celebrity you're talking about surnamed Qin and named Feng?"
Tang San's face was full of disapproval.
After three months of getting along day and night, he was inevitably beaten countless times in all directions without any blind spots.
Bing Qing Yu Jie was now almost depressed, full of complaints and resentment.
He was always on edge, and even his speech would have a strong smell of gunpowder if there was no one around.
Qin Feng didn't care about these things. There was a saying in Qin's Moon, which he often quoted when he was writing books:
When a person has a higher mountain in his heart that he wants to climb, he will not care about the mire under his feet, and he may be able to face the pain that ordinary people cannot bear in the most calm and indifferent way.
He smiled faintly and patted Tang San on the shoulder,
put the forging hammer back into the cave heaven world, and strode outside without continuing to explain.