Picking his own teeth with a fish bone, Tang San simply dealt with the blood stains left by his lunch by the stream.
Reaching out to pick up the rabbit, Tang San walked along the stream for some distance. Then, a little far away from the stream, Tang San found a relatively open area, threw the rabbit aside, and sat cross-legged.
And sit.
Putting his left hand on his knee, palm facing up, Tang San looked at this hand in a daze.
[The name of the hammer, Haotian.]
The strange man mentioned the sect to which his father belonged, the information revealed during Tianyue’s interrogation, and Hu Liena’s inadvertent whisper.
"You can make Wuhun Palace take it so seriously, but when my father needs support the most, he chooses to backstab my father and force my mother to sacrifice."
"Oh, is this the number one sect in the world, the Haotian Sect?"
Tang San sneered and conducted a simple inference and analysis on the very fragmented and deliberately vague information he heard.
Wuhun Palace, Haotian Sect, I will remember you.
A trace of ruthlessness appeared on Tang San's face, and then Tang San hid it very well.
"I'm still very weak now. If what that strange man said is true, then I still need to work hard, but I obviously can't do it by myself."
Tang San had seen some of the strength of Wuhun Palace before, and he thought it wouldn't be any worse if he came to Haotian Sect.
The more he thought about it, the more Tang San frowned, and his desire to establish the Tang Sect in this other world became stronger.
Reaching out to rub the center of his eyebrows, Tang San forced himself to let go of these things first and walk step by step.
"Now is not the time to think about this. I should study my second martial spirit and my right arm. What happened to it."
Putting his left hand by his side, Tang San took a deep breath, and a small black hammer appeared, along with a red spirit ring emerging from Tang San's body.
The moment the small hammer appeared, the soul power in Tang San's body was drained, and because his left hand could not bear the weight of the small hammer, he smashed the small hammer heavily to the ground without his own control.
The black light dissipated, and the weight in his hand disappeared, leaving only a hole beside Tang San. Tang San took a breath of cold air and looked at his left hand in surprise.
"What's going on?!"
Tang San recalled the situation when he first took out this hammer. Although it was very laborious at the time and his soul power was almost drained, it was definitely not the situation 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 Blue Silver Grass, Tang San was more optimistic about his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit.
In the current situation where he has no extraneous objects on his body and is alone in an unknown mountain, the protective effect of his Bluesilver Grass is obviously not as good as that of the Clear Sky Hammer.
Before being taken away, Tang San actually didn't have much advice on whether he should practice the Blue Silver Grass Spirit or the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit first. Since his father and teacher did not allow him to practice the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit,
Then I won’t practice cultivation first.
To Tang San at the time, this actually didn't matter, as long as he could become a spirit master.
But now Tang San doesn't think so. Now that he has identified his future enemy, relying solely on Blue Silver Grass obviously cannot help him accomplish his goal.
Rather than control, he prefers to become an attack-type soul master, and the Clear Sky Hammer is what he thinks is the best choice at the moment.
屮.
Tang San couldn't help but cursed in his heart, no matter how good the choice was, what's the use, he can't take it now!
A Clear Sky Hammer that Tang San can't lift, it's better to continue cultivating Blue Silver Grass.
"So, is this the reason why my father and teacher have never allowed me to practice the Clear Sky Hammer?"
Tang San glanced at his left hand in disgust.
"No wonder my father supports me in blacksmithing. It turns out that there is another meaning. Blacksmithing is not just a way for me to supplement my life. It is also training my body day after day so that I can use it in the future.
Clear Sky Hammer is preparing."
Tang San suddenly realized, but then some doubts came to his mind.
"This is the case for me, so how can the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect who use the Clear Sky Hammer as their martial soul easily use their own Clear Sky Hammer martial soul after attaching a soul ring to the Clear Sky Sect?"
After thinking about it, Tang San finally focused on the hundred thousand year spirit ring.
"Is it really because Xiao Wu provided me with that soul ring?"
Tang San's expression was a bit ugly, but if it was really what he thought, Tang San couldn't say anything, because the suggestion to let Xiao Wu attach the spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer spirit was made by Tang San himself.
"Then let's use this as a trump card to save our lives. Although I can't lift it, I can let it fall, so it's not useless at all."
Looking at the pit beside him, Tang San comforted himself.
With his eyes closed and practicing, Tang San began to restore the drained soul power for himself.
After a long time, Tang San opened his eyes and placed his gaze on his right arm. Then he looked at the somewhat dim sky. Tang San gave up his intention to try the extra strange energy in his right arm now.
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Picking up the rabbit, Tang San buried it in the hole made by the Clear Sky Hammer.
Then he walked to the creek and finished his dinner.
After walking around the area, Tang San used his memory to find some plants and leaves that could repel insects.
Holding these things in his arms, Tang San sat down under a big tree. He was no longer prepared to move around anymore.
As for the soul ring that Tang San needs to hunt, Tang San allows him to look for it tomorrow.
Grinding these grass leaves and applying the juice on his exposed skin, Tang San leaned his back against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and relaxed his nerves.
Being always mentally tense will have a counterproductive effect on cultivation, and necessary rest can promote the effects of daily cultivation. This is the method of combining work and rest taught to Tang San by Yu Xiaogang.
As Tang San stopped moving, the surrounding environment became quiet, leaving only the sound of the stream flowing by.
Suddenly, the tips of Tang San's ears twitched slightly, and he caught the unusual sound that was masked by the sound of water flow.
Opening his eyes, Tang San quietly stood up, turned his Purple Demonic Eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound.
Through the gap between the bushes, Tang San vaguely saw a small thorn ball lying on the ground.
Holding his breath, Tang San slowly came to the back of the bush, secretly observing the thorn mass.
It has a gray-white head, with a long, hard, hairless, tubular mouth at the front, which is bent downward. Its limbs have powerful hooks, and the claws are long and sharp. The back of the body is covered with needles of different lengths, and there is no tail.
Spiny Anteater.
Tang San narrowed his eyes and didn't make much noise.
This chapter has been completed!