Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 5 One Year Passed

Time was like flowing water, nonstop for a moment. In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

Tang Chen was still Tang Chen. This year, she had gotten used to her own Saitama hairstyle. Now, he could see the strange eyes of others.

Of course, this was not the most important thing, the most important thing was that Tang Chen's abilities had changed drastically over the past year.

Unlike Tang San, Tang Chen's practice was not restricted by the world at all. During this year, Tang Chen broke through the bottlenecks one after another, but the laws of the world did not limit him, so ...

On the back mountain, Tang Chen who was sitting cross-legged on the mountain slope gently raised his hand, and a golden swastika the size of a baby fist was printed on top of his palm and spinning steadily. Compared to a small one like dust a year ago, this swastika was not known how powerful it was now.

The strength in Tang Chen's body surged and fluctuated like a river, he could feel that the swastika in his hand could easily flatten a hill with a single layer.

Sacred Soul? A cons?

Tang Chen did not know exactly what stage he had reached, he only knew that his parents were no longer unexpectedly strong.

At least, from the bottom, you can see the deepest view.

spreading the Buddhist seal in his hand, Tang Chen opened his eyes and saw a large number of animals crawling in front of him listening to his teachings, slightly dumbfounded. Now that his Dharma was more sophisticated, compared to a year ago, even the number of animals he had attracted had increased a lot, and he had even seen some soul beasts.

After the sound of the lecture stopped, the animals gathered around Tang Chen also opened their eyes one after another, they seemed to bow their heads to Tang Chen wisely, saying, and then slowly disperse.

They would still come together when they gave the lecture the next day.

When Tang Chen stood up and was about to go up the mountain, a fat chicken whirled through the air and fell in front of Tang Chen. There was a long and narrow wound on his neck, which seemed to be scratched by something sharp.

This was made by Tang Chen's "disciple. It was a golden bird and a century-old soul beast. Since Tang Chen had yet to learn the knowledge of soul beasts, he did not know its name, so he always called it "Peng ".".

When Peng came here for the first time half a year ago, Tang Chen was obsessed with cultivation and could not break away. A furry golden bird suddenly fell from the sky and stood on Tang Chen's shoulder.

Since then, these little birds quickly broke through the doorway one after another like eating Jin Kela and becoming a hundred year old soul beast.

And Tang Chen, every morning after he finished his cultivation, he would get the prey he hunted.

As for monks and monks, they cannot eat meat.natural selection, survival of the fittest, poor monks just to speed up the carbon cycle in nature, Amitabha, good is good.

Tang Chen pretended to recite two Buddha names, and as a black light surged in his hand, he swallowed the chicken hair and blood in his hand.

After all, the inheritance in his mind did not limit whether he could eat meat, so he chose his own.

Thinking of this, Tang Chen went up the mountain to find Tang San while carrying a chicken.

"Sucking .. spitting ... sucking ... spitting ..."

At the top of the mountain, Tang San stared at the purple on the horizon, and secretly operated Xuan Tian Gong, absorbing the purple qi from the horizon.

For the past year, the mysterious celestial power in his body was still at the first level, and he had never been able to break through. Even the purple magic disciple had reached the limit of [Summary], but it still needed a wedge machine to break through.

But practice impatiently. Tang San's mind also became indestructible after decades of being polished in his previous life, he had only now laid the foundation for the future.

"Tang San, let's go, let's go."

Tang Chen's voice woke Tang San from his contemplation, he turned his head and saw his brother holding a fat chicken and walking slowly up the mountain.

Tang San blinked Recently, my brother's ability seems to play very stable, at least ... Finally, there are no rabbits!

"Go, go, I'm hungry."

Tang Chen dragged Tang San, grabbed Tang San in his hand as if he was raising a chicken, and dashed down the mountain quickly despite the resistance from Tang San.

Since eight months ago, Tang San did not have the slightest resistance in Tang Chen's hands. This shocked Tang San once.

There's no excuse! Obviously, I am the one who has worked hard to cultivate, but why is that so. People who never work hard will become very strong.

Tang San gave up weakly, staring at the sky speechlessly in Tang Chen's hands.

Back home, this time Tang Chen cooked, to be exact, Tang Chen cooked a few months ago.

All of this should start with Tang San's thought.

Tang Sect, the most important thing was not mental methods, not skills, but many hidden weapons that made the Tang Sect last for thousands of years! Tang San in his previous life was a true hidden weapon master, and even the highest hidden weapon [Buddha's Fury Tanglian], which had been missing from the Tang Sect for hundreds of years, was created.

Now that his cultivation had no effect, Tang San naturally thought of his greatest dependency hidden weapon!

Of course, this world was not the Tang Sect from his previous life. There were no countless materials and parts to waste. Therefore, everything can only depend on yourself. And all this must begin with an iron attack.

Ironing is a job that tests stamina.Hot environments and percussion without long-term distractions are enough to persuade most people. When Tang San asked for an iron punch, Tang Hao initially refused, because he didn't think Tang San could hold on.

But Tang San's mental determination was far beyond Tang Hao's imagination. The task he gave was completed perfectly by Tang San, and even exceeded it. At this point, Tang San began his daily routine with an iron attack.

Tang Chen knew why Tang San was doing this. Seeing Tang San's arm become swollen from ironing for long, Tang Chen said that he deserved it, but he still took up cooking jobs. As for persuading Tang San not to fight against the iron ... Tang Chen felt that since Tang San had already made up his mind, he had to stop talking too much.

Family, just need to understand each other.

Except the old man.

The chicken was quickly lowered. Tang Chen separated the bones and meat from the two chicken legs, and then cut them into diced chicken. After a simple copy, they are mixed with shells sealed in jars and served to a table.

This dish was Tang Chen's past life when he was too lazy to go to school with Hong Lou Meng. It must have been the best among the side dishes he had ever eaten. The remaining chicken was marinated by Tang Chen long ago, ready to be roasted at night.

When Tang Chen brought the porridge to the table, Tang Hao was almost hungry and stuck his chopsticks towards the eggplant on the plate. In the past few months, Tang Hao had almost refreshed his worldview. He never thought about why. A combination of a few simple things makes it so delicious.

Tang San initially disagreed with Tang Chen's cooking, but since he had already eaten Tang Chen's food, he firmly kept his mouth shut. Although she could cook, she was considered to be able to eat, but eating the food cooked by Tang Chen was really fun.

After eating like this, the Tang family's breakfast was over.