a sword. Run first.Xie Xie was very confident in his speed, and at the same time, Guanglong's dagger protected him.But what shocked him was that, despite retreating rapidly, the waist sword wielded by...After entering a state of focus, Tang Wulin was especially clear-headed. He knew very well that if he retreated, his left hammer wouldn't be able to reach his teacher.

Thus, the left hammer wielded was suddenly released, letting it fly out of hand. It hurtled straight towards the dancing heavens and crashed down.

Wuchangkong casually flicked his wooden sword in his hand, striking horizontally at the hammer in his left hand.

Wu Changkong's martial spirit was originally a sword. He pursued the realm of breaking ten thousand methods with one sword, so no matter what kind of attack the enemy launched, or who the enemy was, he relied only on his sword.

But this time he got what was coming to him.

The hammer and sword clashed, Wu Changkong only felt a powerful force through the wooden sword in his hand. Although it couldn't compare to his own strength, he hadn't released his martial soul yet and had only used a small portion of his soul power. Suddenly, he realized that his wooden sword couldn't withstand it.

Before he could inject any more spiritual energy, two waves of power struck the wooden sword again.

"Clank!" The wooden sword snapped, and the thousand-forged silver hammer slammed down towards his head.

With a flash of his figure, Wu Changkong dodged the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer.

That seemingly small forging hammer landing produced a deafening roar, startling both Souseiseki and Kokonoe who were about to come to the rescue.

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Tang Wulin had actually forced back Teacher Wu, and even broken his wooden sword

Tang Wulin quickly retreated several steps, his right hand holding the silver hammer in front of his chest.

Wu Changkong stopped his steps, a little stunned. At this moment, he naturally understood that there was something strange about Tang Wulin's hammer.

"Stop!" He raised his hand, stopping Gu Yue and Xie Xie who were about to continue their fight.

Xie Xie looked at Tang Wulin with strange eyes, then glanced at the gray hammer on the ground that he had never seen before. For a moment, a chill ran down his spine.

The first time he fought him, after he wrapped himself up... If I had smashed myself with this hammer...

Tang Wulin hurriedly ran over and picked up his three hammers, storing them in the Silver Ring.

"Something's off about your hammer." Wuchangkong looked at him suspiciously.

Tang Wulin said, "This is a silver hammer, it will be heavier than an ordinary forging hammer."

"How heavy is it! Let me see." Xie Xie was very interested in the hammer that could break Master Wu's wooden sword, he quickly ran over and grabbed Tang Wulin's Qianjian Shen Yin Hammer.

"Bang!" The moment the silver hammer left Tang Wulin's hand, it plunged to the ground. The immense inertia sent Xie Xie tumbling head over heels, landing in a spectacularly undignified heap.

"Ouch!" Xie Xian cried out in pain, "You, what is this How can it be so heavy"

The dance master walked over, picked up the thousand-forged silver hammer, and couldn't help but be moved. No wonder his wooden sword was broken, this hammer's weight...

Tang Wulin said: “The single-handle probably weighs about 150 kilograms.”

Wu Changkong said, “Just now the power it sent was three strands. Is this under your control, or something else”

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, then said: "It's the hammer itself that has the ability. After thousands of refinements in metal, it will produce some unpredictable special effects. My silver hammer also has this, called a stacked hammer."

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Wuchangkong, though he didn't understand blacksmithing, could tell that this thousand-forged silver hammer was precious. He nodded slightly and said, "You are very talented in forging I investigated, you are better at forging than Mu Xi, the daughter of the president of the East China Sea City Blacksmith Association."

"Well, I'm a blacksmith," Tang Wulin thought, feeling much better remembering the respect he received at the Blacksmith Association.

Wu Changkong's eyes showed a thoughtful look. He raised his hand and said to Tang Wulin, "Come, hold my hand."

Tang Wulin grasped his hand tightly. Long Tianhu's palm was large, with long and powerful fingers that were somewhat cold but lacked any roughness or coarseness.

"Pull me with all your might, let me feel the true extent of your strength," Wu Changkong said.

"Oh." Tang Wulin responded with a breath, took a deep breath, and exerted his strength.

This time, Wu Changkong was ready. He stood there like a nail, completely motionless.

Tang Wulin's face flushed red as he exerted himself with all his might. Although Dance Changkong didn't move, the faint fluctuations of soul power around him showed that he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed. At least, he needed to use his soul power to support himself so that he wouldn't be dragged by Tang Wulin.

"Alright." A moment later, the dance captain called a halt.

Tang Wulin then eased up on his power.

A strange look flashed across Wu Changkong's icy face as he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. "In the promotion match, the three of you will be fighting together. Since your strength can reach such a level, our tactics will become interesting."

When Tang Wulin and Xie Xie returned to their dormitory, they were completely exhausted. They didn't even have the energy to forge anymore; it was already a struggle for them to sit cross-legged and enter a meditative state.

From the second day on, Tang Wulin was exempted from physical training. The reason was simple: in Ma Long's view, his own physique couldn't compare to Tang Wulin's. Ordinary training wouldn't be of much use to someone as unique and gifted as Tang Wulin. It would be better to spend the time on other aspects of cultivation.

Tang Wulin's task was by no means easy: controlling the Blue Silver Grass.

Other students in Grade One, Class Five were conducting physical fitness during their third session when they finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed all at once. That marked the beginning of a recovery period that spanned morning physical training and afternoon theory classes.

Even with only upper body exercises, the students felt much more relaxed and no one complained.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue underwent a mental power test, and the results were shocking. Xie Xie's mental power was twenty-nine, which was already quite good among his peers, approaching the level of a mid-Spirit Soul Realm. Tang Wulin's mental power was forty-four, directly reaching the middle stage of the Spirit Soul Realm, but he hadn't. The last time he tested it, he only had thirty-eight. His mental power had improved quite a bit in such a short time.

Their spiritual energy was a surprise to the dance master, but compared to Gu Yue, they were simply unremarkable.

Gu Yue's spiritual power reached as high as one hundred and nineteen. It was not within the scope of the Lingyuan Realm at all.

Within the levels of spiritual energy, the initial stage is the Lingyuan Realm. A spiritual energy test score exceeding one hundred directly signifies another level known as the Lingtong Realm.

Lingtongjing is the state of a clear and open mind, where intentions are realized instantaneously. Reaching Lingtongjing means entering the realm of spiritual control, truly mastering one's own spiritual power for personal use. At this level, one can carry two yellow souls or one purple soul.

Wu Changkong only then confirmed that Gu Yue's martial soul element was, very likely, a rare spiritual system martial soul. It communicated through powerful mental power and elements, which she used to her advantage.

In the present world, spiritual masters are the rarest and most sought-after profession because they have the highest compatibility with mechs. This also makes Wu Changkong value Gu Yue more.

Of course, the training wouldn't be any easier. The more a man is valued by a cold and aloof god, the larger his training volume would be.

This week, Tang Wulin didn't even have time to go to Mo Gang's workshop, so he naturally couldn't finish his forging task.he academy must question how he divided the classes. How could Grade One, Class Five, maintain such a state of continuous improvement While it's partly due to Wu Changkong's guidance, his mistake in...