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Seeing the Hao Tian Hammer in Tang Hao's hands, Tang Tian heaved a sigh of relief.1

Since Tang San did not add any Soul Ring onto the Hao Tian Hammer, he was not worried that Tang San would follow the footsteps of the twin Martial Soul.

"Xiao San, your Thousands Years Soul Ring …" Tang Tian looked at Tang San and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Was it Senior Xiao Tian's trick?"

Tang Tian couldn't help but have a few thoughts in his mind when he thought of Xiao Tian's heaven-defying method of changing fate.

Because of Tang Hao and A Yin's relationship, Xiao Tian naturally and Haotian Sect were on the same side. Under this situation, he had to pay a bit more, it wouldn't be too much to ask Xiao Tian to guide a few Haotian Sect juniors, right?

Even if Xiao Tian was lazy and didn't want to spend too much effort like Tang San, who was nurturing his Haotian Sect, he had to at least spend some effort, right?

He did not ask to be given to the Haotian Sect descendants that Xiao Tian had taught him. The first Soul Ring was already at the ten-thousand-year-old level, and the second was close to a hundred thousand years old.

As long as the first or even second Soul Ring he sent could reach a thousand year old, he would be satisfied!

It had to be known that Soul Master who had Hao Tian Hammer were already stronger than other Soul Master s in terms of innate strength. If they were able to lead the other Soul Master s in terms of the age of the Soul Ring s from the very beginning, once this batch of Haotian Sect's younger generation grew, they would no longer have to fear the Martial Soul Palace!

"It is indeed Master's method." Tang San thought for a while and said, "But in order to help me refine my body, Wu Tie used a lot of precious herbs.

Some of the medicinal ingredients are even harder to find in this world. If you want to replicate a miracle like me, I'm afraid it's impossible. "

As a man of two lifetimes, Tang San was not an ignorant fool. He could probably guess the reason why Tang Tian suddenly asked this question.

Just as he said, in order to help him refine his body, not only did he use up Eight Angles Profound Ice Herb s and Pyretic Apricot s, but he also used Xiao Tian to refine his body. In the liquid time, he used up half of the herbs near the Ice And Fire's eye!

With the help of a large amount of heavenly materials and the Ice And Fire's eyes, he was able to create the first Soul Ring for twenty thousand years, and the second one was a miracle that would happen every hundred thousand years!

At the moment, even if Xiao Tian wanted to replicate a miracle like him, he would probably be powerless.

After all, there were no Eight Angles Profound Ice Herb or Pyretic Apricot. Unless the cultivation level reached Xiao Tian's level, one could ignore fire and water.

Otherwise, not only would he be unable to borrow the Ice And Fire's eye to temper his body, he would also be instantly killed by the berserk Spiritual Fountain of Heaven and Earth!

"Xiao San, do you think grandfather is someone who doesn't know what's good for him?" Tang Tian glared at Tang San and jokingly scolded, "Although I don't know what kind of method Senior Xiao Tian used to temper your body, I can guess that the price paid for doing so is not small.

What I mean is, Xiao San, can you ask Senior Xiao Tian if he's willing to teach the new generation disciples of Haotian Sect and that my Haotian Sect is willing to bear all the expenses. "

"This …" Tang San hesitated for a moment and said after a long while, "Let me try."

He knew very well that Master was used to roaming around like a crane. He really wanted to see if anyone could disturb him. Other than the few people he cared about, he wanted to get Master to help …

Difficult!

But facing Tang Tian, Tang San couldn't refuse and could only give an uncertain answer.

Even though Tang San was very clear in his heart, unless that Master of his ate the wrong medicine, it was absolutely impossible for him to find time to teach the Haotian Sect's younger generation!

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