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"Huh!"
Looking at Zeng Yi's figure, Wang Lang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the child was not scared and could still stand under my power. Not bad. I hope you are a good candidate.
Although he has not fully released his soul power, it is not a pressure that an ordinary child can bear!
Zeng Yi's performance made Wang Lang look at him high.
Ever since Zeng Yi knew this was Douluo Continent, he has been exercising his body every day. It can be said that when it comes to fighting, he is the king of children!
The master in Douluo also said that soul masters should not only focus on the cultivation of soul power, but also exercise their bodies. Comparing soul power to water, the body is like a bucket. Only when the body is strong can one better cultivate soul power.
"You stand in the center of the formation."
Wang Lang calmed down his momentum, pointed to the little fat man at the front on the right and said calmly.
"Uh-huh……"
The little fat man responded timidly, with tears still in his eyes and runny nose, he walked carefully to the center of the formation and stood there.
Wang Lang saw that he was ready, waved his hand, and a yellow soul power entered the formation, and the formation suddenly glowed. The little fat man standing inside was startled, his hands and feet were in a panic, and he wanted to run out.
"Stand still and don't move. This is awakening the martial spirit. It's okay." Wang Lang called to him, and Xiaopangdun was frightened by his voice and waited obediently in the formation diagram.
"Relax, feel with your heart, slowly experience it, and guide the martial spirit out."
After a while, a small hammer appeared in front of Xiaopangdun, floating in front of him.
"This...this is my martial spirit." Looking at the little hammer in front of him, Xiao Pang Dun spoke with some excitement.
"Yeah! I have a martial spirit. I'm a spirit master. That's great."
Little Fatty started dancing happily.
Looking at his look, Zeng Yi wanted to laugh a little.
No, you have to hold back. I have received professional training and will not laugh unless I can't help it.
"Why are you happy? Everyone has a martial spirit. Next, we will take the soul power test. Only those with soul power can be qualified to become a soul master." Wang Lang said.
"Ah! That's it, it turns out I'm not a soul master yet..." The excitement on Xiao Pang Dun's face was knocked down by Wang Lang's words, and he said a little disappointed.
Wang Lang took the blue crystal ball and said to Little Fatty: "Put your hand on it."
Little Fatty obediently put his hand on it and waited for more than ten seconds, but nothing happened.
"You have no potential to become a soul master." Wang Lang took back the crystal ball and said coldly.
"Ah! How is it possible? I don't believe it. I don't believe it. Mom, wow, wow, wow, wow." Upon hearing this, Little Fatty immediately became unhappy and threw himself on the ground, crying loudly.
"Hmph~, take him out and don't affect my work." Wang Lang said to Marao.
"Yes, sir, I will take him out right now, don't be angry." Malaao bowed to Wang Lang and said with a smile, and immediately pulled the chubby little guy out.
Seeing the embarrassed figure of Little Fatty being pulled out by the village chief, Zeng Yi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
This is the cruel reality! Without soul power, I can only be an honest farmer in this life. It is really difficult for ordinary people to become a soul master. Their parents have no soul power, so if they inherit it, they will basically be children without soul power. There are not many people with genetic mutations.
"Next, Li Goudan."
A thin boy came out.
Goudan, with a cheap name, is easy to feed. Zeng Yi thought to himself.
"Martial spirit: sickle. Soul power: 0."
Hmm... sickle, the kind that cuts grass. Another one wasted.
"Sun Dagou."
"Martial spirit: shovel. No soul power. Next one"
"Zhang Saner, martial spirit: wooden stick, no soul power."
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"Alar, Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass."
Blue silver grass? Hearing this martial spirit, Zeng Yi instantly became excited. The martial soul of the protagonist in Douluo is Blue Silver Grass.
Blue silver grass is a common weed on the roadside. Another more useless martial spirit, it seems that we can only watch the last one. Wang Lang thought to himself and glanced at Zeng Yi who was standing aside.
"Next is the soul power test, put your hands up." Wang Lang held the crystal ball in one hand and said to the girl.
The girl carefully put her hand up and touched the beautiful blue crystal ball. It felt cool and comfortable.
After a few seconds, the crystal ball emitted a faint light.
The girl was shocked!
Wang Lang was shocked!
Zeng Yi was also shocked! You actually have soul power, but unfortunately, it is a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit. You are not Tang San, and your soul power is not full soul power, nor is it a twin martial spirit.
"Lord Soul Master, do I have soul power? Can I become a soul master?" The girl asked Wang Lang with a happy face. She looked at Wang Lang with expectations in her eyes, hoping that he would say that two Character.
"Soul power: level three." Wang Lang said calmly. It's a pity that the martial spirit is a useless martial spirit. He can't even think of what the blue silver grass can do? attack? Auxiliary? Stop making trouble, okay?
"You have soul power, but your martial soul is too poor. The chance of becoming a soul master is very low."
"Ah! Is this like this..."
Wang Lang's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on her head, extinguishing the fire of hope in her heart.
"Why is this..." The girl couldn't believe it and sobbed aggrievedly. She obviously has soul power and can cultivate, but her martial soul is useless one after another. God gave her a surprise, but not long after, it brought despair.
Zeng Yi also shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for her. In fact, this soul master has a good heart. He said he had a little bit of hope, but didn't make his words too absolute. But Bluesilver Grass is really of no use to this girl. She doesn't have Tang San's talent, perseverance, and background. In this life, she can only be mediocre.
"It's your turn." Wang Lang said to Zeng Yi. He was quite optimistic about Zeng Yi and hoped that he would not disappoint him.
"yes."
Zeng Yi responded, walked to the middle of the formation, took a deep breath, and calmed down.
I hope I can have a better martial spirit!
Zeng Yi was begging in his heart. To be honest, he was really panicking now. He didn't have a golden finger, and he didn't have any skills like Xuantian Gong like Tang San. He just trained his body a little, and his soul may be a little stronger than others, but it doesn't change that he is a native of Lala Village!
"May I have your name."
"Ah! Me? My name is Zeng Yi." Seeing Wang Lang suddenly asking himself, Zeng Yi was a little confused, and then answered him.
"Well, come on!" Wang Lang nodded and began to awaken his martial soul.
The formation diagram at Zeng Yi's feet suddenly lit up. Suddenly, Zeng Yi felt warm and golden light pouring into his body. It felt as if something was being pulled out of his body.
Wang Lang saw the golden light on Zeng Yi's body flourishing, and he couldn't help but show a look of joy on his face.
During the martial soul awakening ceremony, the more dazzling the light on the body, the more powerful the awakened martial soul will be. Judging from Zeng Yi's appearance, he should be a very good martial spirit.
I didn't expect that there could be such a genius in this corner. It seems that I have found a treasure! After dragging him into the Wuhun Hall, I can also get a promotion and a salary increase. How wonderful!
Finally, the light condensed in Zeng Yi's hand, forming a sword with a sheath, and the blade and handle together were about one meter and two meters long. The handle of the knife is wrapped with a black linen strip. The round handle is bronze and the scabbard is black and red. The blade is very straight and the tip is slightly curved. The width of the knife is about two finger widths of an adult, like a Chinese Tang knife, which is slender. , longer than RB’s katana and not so curved, it looks very eye-catching.
"This is my martial spirit." Zeng Yi looked at the long sword in his hand and was shocked. This length was taller than his current self. When I hold it in my hand, because it is my own martial spirit, I feel that the weight is just right and it feels handy.
Moreover, this appearance and length suit me perfectly! Haha, as expected of me! Zeng Yi laughed wildly with pride in his heart.
"Hahaha, yes, yes, I saw you right. This long sword should be a very powerful weapon! The sword is very good." Wang Lang laughed happily. This sword is very delicate. Look at it. Up, it is more powerful than my own martial spirit steel rod. Seeing Zeng Yi's martial spirit, Wang Lang himself became jealous.
"What's the name of this knife?"
Zeng Yi condensed for a moment.
"wave!"
"What?" Wang Lang was confused. What is this name?
"Lang, the name of this sword is Lang, you can also call it Lang Dao." Zeng Yi must have said. He refused the name of this knife. Did he look like that happy man? I'm very stable, okay? But the meaning that the knife conveyed to me was this, there was nothing I could do!
Wang Lang:......
For some reason, he felt like he was having a myocardial infarction.
"Forget it, never mind, come on, quickly measure the soul power." Wang Lang said, he now wants to know how much soul power a child with such a martial spirit has.
Zeng Yi put his hand on the crystal ball and stared at it, feeling excited. Wang Lang was also looking at the crystal ball excitedly.
Then……
Then……
A few minutes passed and nothing happened in the crystal ball...
"This...hehe...Sir, is this crystal ball broken..." Zeng Yi trembled in his heart and asked Wang Lang in a trembling voice. There is no reason. I have such a good martial soul, but I have no soul. force?
"Haha, maybe." Wang Lang also twitched the corners of his mouth. What's happening here? This kind of martial spirit has no soul power, which is unreasonable!
"Come here and put your hands on this." Wang Lang said to the girl with soul power just now. She obediently placed her hand on the crystal ball, which emitted a faint light.
"How could..." Zeng Yi stared blankly at the glowing crystal ball, unable to believe it.
"Ah! Why is this happening!" Wang Lang shouted frantically. He obviously has a good seedling but can't practice it. What a joke is this!
Wang Lang grabbed Zeng Yi's hand in disbelief and put it on the crystal ball again, but there was still no movement.
"Zeng Yi, Wuhun: Langdao. Soul power..." Wang Lang looked at Zeng Yi standing there blankly, his face expressionless, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.
Alas, it seems that he cannot withstand this blow! If it were me, I would probably go crazy.
Wang Lang thought to himself, what a pity, my year-end bonus is gone.
"none!"
However, he didn't know that a cheerful electronic sound sounded in Zeng Yi's mind.
"The Happy Orphan system is ready! Loading, please wait a moment, host!"
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