"The power of the first form of the Golden Lotus should be more than this."
Wang Feng didn't look at the little bird again and just thought, "I don't have a soul ring now. If I have a soul ring, the first form of the Golden Lotus should be able to derive other abilities."
In other words, this was only the ability of the Golden Lotus.
After having a soul ring, the other abilities of the Golden Lotus would be unlocked.
That was a real soul skill!
"It's really strong …"
Wang Feng felt the mysterious Green Lotus Martial Spirit in his body.
Just the first form of the Golden Lotus already had such a terrifying recovery ability!
If it reached a higher realm, the second, third, fourth, and so on, what kind of ability would it have?
Wang Feng couldn't imagine.
He walked towards the small lake in the distance, wanting to take a cold bath to calm his burning heart before continuing his training!
However, Wang Feng didn't know.
Not long after he left.
The little bird chirped excitedly and waved its wings at a thumb-sized branch without holding back.
Swish, a light flashed!
The branch was broken into two!
If Wang Feng was here, he would be so shocked that his jaw would drop!
Even if the branch was very small, it could be cut into two with just its wings …
This was no longer an ordinary bird!
It was … a soul beast!
This ordinary little bird had actually evolved into a real soul beast!
And it wasn't an ordinary soul beast!
She had gained intelligence!
Watching Wang Feng leave, the little bird stood on the branch and blinked, not looking away for a long time.
This was the first time Wang Feng accidentally used the full power of the first form of the Golden Lotus. It was far beyond Wang Feng's imagination!
Not only could it recover, but it could also give it the ability to cultivate and gain intelligence!
Wang Feng walked to a small lake, took off his shirt, and jumped in like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.
"The soul ring may still take some time. After all, hunting soul beasts is not easy."
Wang Feng swam nimbly in the water like a beautiful male fish, but his mind was constantly thinking.
Wang Feng was clear that his current physical fitness and defense were very strong.
An ordinary knife might not be able to hurt him.
Also, his endurance was so strong that it made Wang Feng's scalp numb.
But in other aspects, such as speed, strength, flexibility, and so on, it was about twice that of an adult man.
Compared to the special forces in his previous life, it was slightly stronger.
That was why it could crush Xiao San.
However, there was still a big gap between them and the real top-notch weapon kings.
On the Douluo Continent, this bit of strength wasn't enough to hunt soul beasts.
The first form of the Golden Lotus had no lethality. Did this mean that before he reached level 20, he could only rely on hand-to-hand combat?
Furthermore, it was unrealistic for him to comprehend the mysterious humanoid Martial Spirit without any clues.
While thinking, Wang Feng swam ten laps around the lake and then walked ashore.
He started his normal training.
First, he ran ten laps around the small forest. Then, he moved to the branches and practiced his agility. He ran from one point to another without breaking a single branch.
After that, it was the obstacle run in the forest!
Over the past month, Wang Feng had set up more than ten obstacles in the forest, big and small, for his training!
Some were traps on the ground, some were flying stones, and some were obstructive traps made of various farming tools.
They circled around the small forest, forming a winding route.
It was extremely terrifying!
Even the special forces in his previous life would be covered in injuries after entering this obstacle course!
However, Wang Feng was unscathed as he shuttled through it.
This kind of reaction was the key to being able to catch Xiao San's stone.
After that, Wang Feng began to carry a flattened tree trunk on his back. It was four to five meters long and began all kinds of training.
This tree trunk was at least a hundred kilograms. Weight training brought about a huge burden, and it was not easy to control.
However, on Wang Feng's body, it was firmly fixed.
Frog jumps, push-ups, dumbbell lifts, running with weights, swinging in the lake, and the indispensable squats!
In any case, Wang Feng had tried all the training he could think of in his previous life.
However, as his physical fitness increased, it was difficult to reach his body's limit.
The main reason was that his physical strength was too strong.
Sometimes, he wouldn't be tired even after doing it for half a day.
The transformation brought about by the Meteoric Tear was that his defense and endurance were the strongest.
It could also be because of the direction of his training.
"I have to increase my strength …"
Wang Feng thought, "I also need to increase the weight.
It would be best if I could bind it to my entire body … For a long time, I wouldn't take it off when I eat, drink, and sleep. "
"Oh right … there's also the Wild Wind Hammer."
Thinking of this, Wang Feng's body trembled.
He did not need Tang Hao to teach him the Wild Wind Hammer.
He had read the original novel, so he naturally knew.
The most powerful part of this hammering technique was to use the rebound force of a full-strength strike. By changing the posture, the rebound force would be unleashed again, causing the strength of each hammer strike to gradually increase.
To be honest, it was a little unscientific.
It was like a f * cking perpetual motion machine. In theory, one hammer strike could be stronger than the previous one!
However, the further one went, the greater the consumption, and the more terrifying the power would be!
With Tang Hao's strength as a Titled Douluo, it seemed that he could only swing eighty-one hammers.
However, the strength of eighty-one hammers would increase exponentially.
One could imagine how monstrous it would be in the end …
However, Wang Feng thought about it and decided not to ask Tang Hao to teach him this unique technique.
Tang Hao reluctantly taught that technique to Tang San only after his third son awakened his second Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.
Only his own son would teach him that.
Not to mention himself.
"But I can try it myself?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up.
I just need to practice according to this direction, and it should be fine, right?
Using the rebound force of a hammer strike, each hammer strike stronger than the previous one …
'I'm a transmigrator after all. I've been transformed by the Meteoric Tear. Why can't I be self-taught?'
'Using the rebound force of a hammer strike is a common technique in Huaxia.'
'So, Tang Hao can create this hammering technique?
'Can't I, Wang Feng, do it?
'Why must I learn his Wild Hammering Technique?
'It's fine if I'm a salted fish.
'But I already have a golden finger. Why can't I give it a try?'
After finding the right direction, Wang Feng swung the tree trunk and jumped up excitedly.
Then, he went to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop and borrowed a hammer.
"Wait a minute, Uncle Hao. Do you have any of those bigger ores here?"
When he arrived at Tang Hao's blacksmith shop, he could still see Tang San hammering ores.
Tang Hao, on the other hand, seemed to be giving him pointers.
Old Jack should have finished talking with Tang Hao.
After Tang Hao found out that his son also had the Clear Sky Hammer, he taught the foundation of the Wild Hammering Technique to Tang San.
Wang Feng glanced at Tang San and guessed that Tang San must have mastered the technique.
"Big ores? How big do you want?"
Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng.
"About one hundred catties?"
Wang Feng asked. "It'd be best if you can get a few more pieces."
Wang Feng wanted to use this raw iron to forge his own refined weight-bearing protective gear.
After refining one hundred catties of ores, there should be about sixty to seventy catties left, right?
If he could make it into protective gear and wear it for training, the consumption would be much higher.
"Yes."
Tang Hao took out a few pieces of ores. "What are you going to do with these, kid?"
"Heheh, you'll know when the time comes."
Wang Feng took the two pieces of ores that weighed about one hundred catties. He swung his hammer and ran away like the wind.
"Bro Feng must be trying to train himself … but it's not easy to carry such heavy ores.
Also, he doesn't know how to smith. "
Tang San could not help but be curious as he watched Wang Feng leave.
Tang Hao glanced at his son and thought, 'That kid Feng really doesn't know how to smith.
But he's much better than you … '
He could directly use a hammer to smash a small piece of raw iron into raw iron with one full blow.
"Bro Feng is going to fight that Grandmaster Su Yuntao in three months. I don't know what he's thinking."
Tang San said with a smile.
"Oh?"
Tang Hao was surprised. "Isn't Su Yuntao a level twenty-six Battle Soul Grandmaster?
He's just a six-year-old kid, and he wants to fight a Battle Soul Grandmaster? "
"Yes, that's why I find it unbelievable …"
Tang San thought that he might have a chance to fight Su Yuntao if he could forge his own hidden weapons.
Hidden weapons had to be hidden in the dark to unleash their full power. They would be much weaker in an open fight.
If he had thrown a pebble at Bro Feng when he lost to him that day, Bro Feng might not have been able to react in time.
"Interesting.
Tell me about it when the day comes. I'd like to take a look. "
Tang Hao said casually.
"OK."
Tang San was surprised. He did not know why his father was interested in this matter.
"Alright, Lil 'Three, you don't have to hammer anymore. I'll show you the technique I just mentioned. Pay attention to my body posture …"
…
Several days later.
Tang San wiped the tears on his forehead, put down the hammer, and muttered,
"The way Dad taught me is amazing.
I can only swing the hammer eight times in a row … I don't know what Bro Feng is doing these days. "
However, Tang San was very excited when he thought of the hammering technique that leveraged the force of the hammer.
"Let's go and see Lil 'Three … He's been buying ores for the past few days. Is he forging by himself?"
Tang San was curious. "But forging is not that simple. Dad only has a furnace and a bellows in the village. It's useless to rely on a simple hammer …"
After completing his mission for the day, Tang San went to the village elder's house to look for Bro Feng.
Unexpectedly, Grandpa Jack told him that Bro Feng was not at home. He was wandering outside and would only come back at night with a silly smile.
"Could it be that Bro Feng is in the small forest?"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat. He walked toward the small forest outside Wang Village.
After walking for some distance …
Suddenly …
The ground shook slightly.
He listened carefully …
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The familiar sound of hammering was heard. Tang San was surprised. Then, he slowly walked toward the source of the sound …
Not long after, he saw a familiar figure, who was sweating profusely as he waved a hammer and hammered the fixed raw iron.
Seeing this, Tang San was stunned. He thought to himself, Really, Big Brother Feng. How can he forge like this?