The Heavens: In the beginning, teach Tang Shenwang to practice the Sunflower Book

Chapter 7 A commoner, it’s okay to die

"Boom--!"

The violent sound spread all over the field, the surrounding grass was overturned by the strong air waves, and tiny gravels flew all over the sky.

boom! ! !
Accompanied by a violent sound, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand directly hit Xiao He's chest!

but……

Xiao He didn't move at all!

Not even the clothes on his chest were ripped off.

"Didn't you eat? Why don't you have any strength?"

Xiao He looked at Tang San with a smile, his tone full of sarcasm.

"This is impossible!"

Tang San raised his eyebrows, stomped his right foot vigorously, his whole body soared into the air, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slammed fiercely towards Xiao He again.

bang bang bang! ! !
The dense rain of hammer shadows fell on Xiao He's chest, making a dull impact sound.

However, Xiao He was still unharmed.

"Little bastard, have you hit enough?"

Xiao He raised his eyebrows, he raised his right hand, tried his best to control his strength, and with the lightest slap, slapped the oncoming Clear Sky Hammer.

boom! ! !
With a crisp sound, Tang San's body was directly thrown more than ten meters away, making a shallow crater on the ground.

"Impossible, even if your martial soul is a super martial soul, as a weapon martial soul, it will give you such a strong physique!"

Tang San struggled to get up from the pit, his whole person looked in a state of distress, and his face was full of shock.

"Is it so difficult to admit that I am a weak chicken?"

Xiao He snorted coldly, and lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.

Boom! ! !
The next moment, the entire hill began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred, and dust and smoke obscured everyone's sight.

"puff!!!"

Tang San, who was originally holding on, because of the shaking of the ground, directly spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and fell to the ground.

"Spray out a mouthful of blood honestly, then it's over, why do you have to hold on?"

Xiao He shook his head while slowly walking in front of Tang San.

"God King Tang, can you tell me why you have the confidence to kill me?"

Xiao He squatted down and patted Tang San's cheek lightly.

"huhuhuhu"

Tang San's chest heaved rapidly, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

"Impossible, how can you be so strong, you obviously don't have a soul ring, and you don't have soul skills!"

Tang San struggled to open his eyes, only to find that Xiao He was staring at him jokingly.

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao He's mouth.

"No... Impossible, with the Clear Sky Hammer in my hand, plus I have studied hard for many years, even without a soul ring, I can still defeat the soul master... Puff!!!"

Tang San's eyes were wide open, just halfway through speaking, he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and his whole body was like gossamer.

"God King Tang, what do you think I should do with you?"

Xiao He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cruel look appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You...you can't kill me...let me tell you...my father is a Titled Douluo...poof!"

Tang San panted desperately, spoke intermittently, and at the same time spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

"Oh? Really? I'll crush you to death right now!"

Xiao He smiled disdainfully, stretched out his right hand, and pressed towards Tang San's neck.

Seeing Xiao He's right hand gradually approaching, Tang San's pupils suddenly constricted.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but found that his throat was so clogged that he couldn't make any sound at all.

Just when Xiao He was about to touch Tang San's throat, a gust of wind suddenly struck, blowing on the two of them.

"Little bastard, how dare you bully my son!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, as if it exploded in the air.

The voice was not loud, but the arrogance contained in it made Xiao He stop.

Well, it's not because of any other reasons, it's just that I was yelled at suddenly, and I was a little annoyed.

Xiao He raised his head subconsciously, and saw a black figure quietly appearing in midair, floating there quietly, as if he should belong there in the first place.

It was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old, tall and burly, but his attire was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body without even a patch on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath.

The facial features that were originally fairly straight were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a look of sleepy eyes.

Seeing this person, Tang San's eyes gradually turned red, hot tears flowed from his eyes, and four difficult words slowly spit out from his mouth: "Father... Dear... Save... me..."

This person, without a doubt, is the long-awaited Tang Hao.

Tang Hao had been following Tang San in secret, but he saw that the person Tang San was following was Xiao He, so he went back to sleep.

After all, what threat could a mere grandson of a commoner pose to his outstanding son?
After all, the grandson of a mere commoner dies as soon as he dies, so what else?
After all, he, Tang Hao, has smashed the Wuhun branch halls over the years, and he doesn't know how many, which also caused the deaths of many civilians.

As a commoner, if you die, you will die, so what?
But now, a mud-legged person actually wants to kill his excellent son?

You know, this is Tang Hao's son, who has the most noble bloodline and the most outstanding talent in the world.

If this hill hadn't shaken, Tang Hao would have lost his best son in his sleep!

This situation is tolerable, what is unbearable!
"Little bastard, don't let Xiaosan go!"

Tang Hao glared at Xiao He angrily, exuding a icy chill all over his body, like an ice cellar for thousands of years.

"When you say this, don't you first ask what your good son has done?"

Xiao He smiled coldly, raised his right hand lightly, and the aura exuded by Tang Hao dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

"No matter what he did, it's not something you can touch!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said indifferently.

He looked at Tang San lying on the ground, with concern in his eyes, this was his own flesh and blood, his hope of revenge, Tang Hao still cared about his life and death.

"A person like me? Hehe, don't you take yourself too seriously?"

"In my eyes, you two are not even as good as the rhubarb at the entrance of the village!"

Although Xiao He's voice was not loud, it contained strong arrogance.

"Little bastard, die for me!"

Tang Hao was furious, his figure suddenly turned into a streamer, and in an instant he came in front of Xiao He, and punched Xiao He's chest.

"Hehe, I think you're dirty!"

Xiao He smiled coldly, not only did he not dodge or dodge, he even raised his right arm and swung out the same punch.

boom! !

The two iron fists collided fiercely, and a piercing roar erupted immediately.

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking reached everyone's ears.

(End of this chapter)