As he said that, he picked up the hammer of the iron, turned into a shadow and rushed towards the Holy Soul Mountain.

If Tang San knew that his father was pretending, I wonder if he would vomit blood in minutes and die.

Holy Soul Mountain.

Gu Changsheng hurriedly took back his martial soul and looked around carefully. Did he be too pretentious just now?

This is not bad, it violates my principles!

So he switched to the Zhuxian Sword martial soul, without any soul ring, and looked like a rusty iron sword, which was so in line with his identity.

"From now on, you will be my master martial soul."

Gu Changsheng looked at the rusty iron sword-shaped martial soul of Zhuxian Sword with satisfaction, and nodded.

"Hey, there's a very strong person coming."

"If you guess correctly, you must be Tang San's father, the low-key mad demon Haotian Douluo."

"Hehe, I want to learn from my seniors."
Chapter completed!