When Yang Cong heard Tang Hao's words, he sneered.

No matter what the reason is, Yang Cong must let Tang San go to the stage of history and create a path to enter the divine world for Yang Cong.

In this world, soul beasts cannot enter the divine realm, no matter how strong they are.

Therefore, only humans can do it.

Tang San is the son of destiny and is the most likely person to enter the divine realm.

If you really want to live your life safely according to Tang Hao's statement, let alone whether Tang San is willing or not, even if Yang Cong is willing, he will make him unwilling.

This is a different purpose, and what Tang Hao and Yang Cong think will naturally not be the same.

"Have you ever considered Tang San's feelings like this?"

Tang Hao was slightly stunned. He obviously did not consider Tang and the other three, and he was the only one who thought about it.

"Some people are destined to be destined as soon as they are born. How can golden scales turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds? You understand what I mean."

"Yes." Tang Hao nodded and admitted.

Not to mention others, he himself didn't believe that Tang Hao's son was not simple.

"So since that's the case, we have to let go of our hands and let him do it." Yang Cong said: "As for what level we can reach, it depends on his luck, but I'm sure that those who have ambition will succeed."

"Those who have ambition can accomplish their goals."

Hearing Yang Cong's words, a light appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.

Seeing Tang Hao like this, it goes without saying that Tang Hao understood what Yang Cong meant.

"Since that's the case, then do everything according to his own wishes." Tang Hao nodded and said.

Seeing that Tang Hao had changed his mind, Yang Cong also felt that it was almost done.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Yang Cong got up.

"Aren't you waiting for the mistress to come back?" Tang Hao asked.

"Please." Yang Cong shook his head: "Tell him that as my nephew, Yang Cong, I will not become a master. I will only ask him. See you again if you have the chance to do so in the future."

Seeing that Yang Cong said this, Tang Hao nodded with sincerity.

.........

Walking out of the Holy Soul Village, Xiong Batian seemed to have something to say, but he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of being disrespectful.

Feeling Xiong Batian like that, Yang Cong said lightly: "Tell me."

"Yes." Xiong Batian nodded: "Young Master, you are obviously noble and the dragon clan, but why do you think of humans as your nephew?"

"Do you also think he is not my nephew?" Yang Cong glanced at Xiong Batian.

"Yes." Xiong Batian nodded.

Yang Cong smiled: "You don't know this thing. It's like you didn't know me a few months ago, but now you believe me as the main one. All that is mixed in is profit."

"I don't dare." Xiong Batian thought Yang Cong was hitting him, so he immediately knelt down on one knee: "I had no eyes to offend the young master, but now I really want to follow you."

"Okay." Yang Cong waved his hand: "I'm just making a metaphor. Tang San has great potential. You will know why I did this later."

"Yes." Xiong Batian asked: "That young master, we are now..."

"I'm going to be in seclusion for a while."

......

The soul power detection in the Holy Soul Village has been completed. Tang San’s martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and it is also innate full soul power. Although Blue Silver Grass is the most trashy martial soul in the eyes of others.

However, with his innate soul power, he still got the opportunity to study at Notting Junior College.

However, Tang San was still hesitant and had no decision for a long time.

When he returned home, he only saw his father sitting there, as if he was remembering someone, his eyes full of sadness.

"Dad, I'm back, where is Uncle Yang Cong?"

Tang San looked around for a week but didn't see Yang Cong's figure, so he couldn't help asking Tang Hao.

"He, I'm leaving." Tang Hao replied.

"Leave?"

After hearing Yang Cong leave, Tang San was a little reluctant.

Although he had only been in contact for a few days, Yang Cong was better for him than those of the masters who taught him knowledge in his previous life.

He taught him a lot of things and modified his martial arts to make his Xuantian Attack more perfect.

Make his future potential stronger.

I thought I wanted to tell Yang Cong about his test results when I came back, but now Yang Cong has left, and I can't help feeling a little disappointed.

Tang Hao sighed: "Miss, come, I will teach you the wrought iron."

"good."

Blacksmiths are also an industry that requires extremely technology. Although they are a bit inexperienced, they have reached an extremely powerful level and no one dares to provoke them.

"By the way, Dad, this is something that Uncle Yang Cong gave me. Can you help me see what this is?"

Tang San took out a piece of black iron from his pocket.

The iron is extremely dark, as if it was painted with black ink.

And it is extremely ugly. If others looked at this piece of iron, they would probably think it was a piece of scrap iron and lost it.

But Tang San is different. Since it was given by Yang Cong, he would definitely not give him a piece of scrap iron. He would definitely have his own idea to give this.

He felt that this iron was very extraordinary, but he had no choice but to do anything about this iron.

After seeing the black iron in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao shook his head: "I can't see what this is either."

"Oh." Tang San nodded: "Dad, teach me to wrought iron, why not just use this piece of iron."

"It's OK."

Tang Hao guided Tang San on the side, while Tang San raised his hammer and beat the black iron with sweat.

Although the black iron was burned red by the blazing flames.

But it is still difficult to beat, just like Tang San is not hammering a piece of iron, but hammering something that cannot be broken.

However, Tang San still insisted, and he firmly believed that Yang Cong would definitely have other intentions to give him this piece of iron.

Any iron needs to be tempered.

To be honest, it was just an imaginary number before, but now it is different.

For two months, Tang San has been forging this black iron.

After these two months of forging, this black iron has only been tempered into an iron ball.

It is still impossible to use this black iron.

But the reason why Tang San was so persistent in tempering was because he found that every time he hit, he would find that the internal energy in his body was a little bit. Although it was very small, it could accumulate little to much.

In the past two months, his internal strength has increased at least twice as much as before.

Moreover, Tang San felt that this piece of iron was very extraordinary. If it could be used to make the things in his mind, it would definitely be of great use.

That's why Tang San will keep tempering.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining month passed again.

In three months, Tang San was already very different from before.

When he got up early in the morning, Tang San was back from the mountain and saw that Tang Hao seemed to be waiting for him.

"What's wrong with Dad?"
Chapter completed!