"Hey, before you knew it, have you been traveling through time for six years?"

Tang Zuo was lying halfway up the mountain, looking at the stars in the sky, sighing at his destiny.

"Brother, I'm going home for dinner."

Not far from the mountain, a thin figure appeared, looking about five to six years old.

"I know the mistress."

After saying that, Tang Zuo stood up and followed Tang San home.

As soon as he arrived at the doorstep, Tang Zuo saw his drunkard father. He couldn't help but squint his mouth, but he immediately recovered.

"So the boss is still a titled Douluo, and we actually want to support him?" Tang Zuo said in his heart.

Tang Zuo worked in a comic company in his previous life, specializing in the Chineseization of Naruto and the special effects of Douluo Continent. He had no family in his previous life, and even had few friends.

It was a sunny morning. Tang Zuo was walking leisurely on the street when a shout came.

"Ah, help me, please save me."

At that time, there were countless people passing by, and no one helped her. Tang Zuo loved to stand up and rushed wherever he heard the shouts. Unexpectedly, he was hit by a silver Porsche on the road. When he woke up, he found that he had become a baby. After constant understanding, he realized that he had traveled to the world of Douluo Continent.

It would be fine if he was hit by a car and crossed through time, not to mention that he actually crossed through time and became Tang San's brother. I don't know if he was his biological brother.

When he was three years old, he discovered another shocking secret. He found that he looked exactly the same as Sasuke in Naruto. His handsome face had sharp eyes, and his tall nose bridge exuded a seductive aura.

Of course, that's what Tang Zuo looks like when he grew up.

Now he is just a very cute little handsome guy at best. Well, yes, cute.

Since Tang Zuo came here, he has been planning his future with great ambitions.

He was regarded as a child prodigy by Tang Hao at birth. He was different from Tang San from the hope of dealing with the Spirit Hall. Although Tang San was a time traveler, he did not have the extremely terrifying mental power of Tang Zuo, nor did he have the handsome appearance of Tang Zuo.

Tang Zuo was able to speak for half a year, but he could run in less than one year. This series of movements amazes Tang Hao, and even more amazing Tang San, who grew up with him.

If only these were Tang San, he could still accept it, but he still had several times stronger than Tang San.

Later, Tang San discovered that he could not compare with his brother at all, because his brother was someone else's child.

"Father, wake up and have dinner." Tang Zuo said.

After hearing Tang Zuo's words, Tang Hao sat up and prepared to have a meal.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

A deafening knock on the door came.

"Who?" Tang San wanted to open the door, but was suppressed by Tang Zuo.

"Missary, you have a good meal, I'll go."

Tang Zuo's delicate face was full of care, and he was a real brother.

"Wait for me, and we'll arrive soon."

After Tang Zuo opened the door, what caught his eye was a white-haired old man wearing yellow clothes and leaning on crutches.

"Grandpa Jack? Why are you here?" Tang San asked in confusion.

"Miss San, Xiao Zuo, the Soul Master will come to help you awaken your martial soul tomorrow. I'll inform you and wish you good luck by the way."

"As it true?" Tang Zuo guessed it when he saw Jack coming, but even if he knew it, it would not prevent him from being excited.

"What kind of martial soul will I awaken? Sharingan? Haotianhammer? I'm so looking forward to it."

Just when Tang Zuo was imagining, Jack began to scold Tang Hao again.

"You said you are an adult and rely on two children to raise you. Are you embarrassed?"

After hearing this, Tang Hao ignored Jack directly, as if nothing had happened.

Tang Zuo has been in awe of Jack since he was born.

Who is Jack? He is a person who has a hard-mouthed titled Douluo, who can scold Douluo, who has brought out two gods in later generations. Can this be joked?

"Oh." Jack shook his head after seeing Tang Hao's reaction, saying that he felt that the two brothers of the Tang family felt that they were not worth it.

Tang Zuo and Tang San looked at each other and waved their hands helplessly, without saying anything.

After Jack left, the three of them hurriedly had a meal. Our protagonist, Tang Zuo, is a chef, who can make a hundred kinds of tofu.

Everyone had a look of enjoyment.

"Brother, I'm full." Tang San looked at his bulging belly and thought to himself.

"I have lived for two lifetimes, why do I feel like a child whenever I eat the food my brother cooks?"

Tang Zuo nodded.

"I've finished it, too."

Tang Zuo put down his bowl and chopsticks and cleaned up the table with Tang San.

After a while, the two of them finished brushing the bowls and chopsticks. When Tang San saw Tang Hao wiping in the iron, he asked, "Father, can you teach me how to wiping in the iron?"

Tang Hao stumbled slightly.

"What?_?? Do you want to learn to make a blacksmith?"

Tang San nodded, and Tang Zuo on the side nodded with interest.

"Okay, then I'll demonstrate it to you."

After saying that, Tang Hao picked up the hammer and hit the iron rhythmically. The fine iron kept splashing out sparks. The deafening knocking sound formed a rhythm in Tang San's ears, as if it was a song, and in Tang Zuo's ears... Uh, it was noise.

Soon, the fine iron completely changed.

"How is it, have you two learned it?"

Tang San nodded.

Tang Zuo nodded.

Tang Hao handed the hammer to Tang San.

"Miss, come first."

When Tang San heard this, he took the dying hammer. Of course, it was not too heavy for Tang San in the eyes of others.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The sound of irons kept coming.

Ten times...

No stopping.

Twenty strokes...

No stopping.

Finally, it was frozen in thirty-eight times.

"Three...thirty-eight strokes?"

Tang Hao's pupils dilated to take a breath of cold air.

Tang San then handed the hammer to Tang Zuo, and both of them looked at him with anticipation, which made Tang Zuo feel creepy.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Thirty strokes...

No stopping.

Forty strokes...

No stopping.

"Father, brother..." Tang San looked at Tang Hao like a monster, and even Tang Hao smiled for a long time.

"Five, fifty-six?"

Tang Hao's chin was about to fall off in shock.

"Father, what is this trick called?" Tang San was the first to wake up from the shock that Tang Zuo brought to him and asked.

"It's called the Chaos Cloak Hammer Method." Tang Hao deliberately paused, and then augmented the pronunciation of the following words.

Tang Zuo couldn't help but remember a story from his previous life at this time.

A long time ago, there was a man named Xia Ji. She was a blacksmith who had been pursuing the ultimate of ironwork since she was a child. Suddenly one day, he got inspiration and used some special method to study the hammering method of the cloak in a special way, but she was not strong enough, so she could only hammer it. Later, this hammering method was recorded by her descendants.

Therefore, the hammering method of the chaotic cloak is also known as the Xia Ji Bada.

Thinking of this, Tang Zuo burst out laughing.

Tang Hao looked at the smile on Tang Zuo's extremely handsome face, and his hundred-year-old ice froze even showed a smile.

"Brother, I thought I could not compare to you in other aspects, but I was sure to win in forging, but I was hit by you again." Tang San stared at Tang Zuo with wide eyes and said.

Tang Zuo scratched his head awkwardly, then raised his right hand, merged his index finger and middle finger, and knocked Tang San's head.

"There is Lucide, Tang San."

Tang San blushed...
Chapter completed!