Douluo’s Ultimate God of War

Su Yuntao hurriedly said: "Of course I am sure that this child's martial arts is my awakening. He is the child with innate soul power that I mentioned to you, but his martial arts is Lan Yincao. He has already obtained the spirit ring. So I’m bothering you. So now I have become a soul master!"

　　 "Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit?" Matthew Nuo looked at Tang San in surprise.

　　 But he shook his head again and said, "No matter what martial spirit it is, as long as you can become a spirit master!"

　　 At this time, Su Yuntao's female companion slightly smiled and said, "I haven't seen the soul master of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, it's a strange thing!"

　　 She smiled, with a look of disdain in her eyes.

　　 At this time, the three young men in cloaks also smiled faintly, and the female soul master in the middle said: "The blue silver grass is actually full of soul power, which is interesting!"

A sturdy male soul master next to him said: "Blue Yincao is too weak. The innate full soul power is already the luck of luck. If you want to go further in the future, if it is as difficult as reaching the sky, his soul master career will stop here. Up."

　　 These words passed into Tang San's ears, but he turned a deaf ear. Tang San stood in front of Matthew Nuo's desk and said, "Hello, Master Matthew Nuo, please check my spirit level."

Matthew Nuo smiled and looked at Tang San, and said, "Child, don’t call me a master, I am not a master. Just call me Grandpa Matthew Nuo. I am eighty-one years old. Question."

　　 The old man’s cordial and kind voice immediately increased Tang San’s favor, and he hurriedly called again, "Hello, Grandpa Matthew Nuo."

　　 Matthew Nuo smiled slightly and said: "Come on, I will take you to the advanced appraisal. You are a very polite child. It is a pity that Wuhun is Blue Silver Grass."

　　 While talking, Matthew Nuo took Tang San's hand out of his office like he was leading his grandson, and walked along the corridor on the second floor towards the inside of the Wuhun Hall.

　　 When they came to the end of the corridor, three tall arches appeared in front of Tang San.

　　 Matthew Nuo smiled and said: "This is the Wuhun Lab where the Wuhun Temple conducts advanced appraisal, come on, kid."

　　 As he said, he opened the door on the far left and walked in with Tang San. Xiao Yue was also going to perform martial arts identification, and followed Matthew Nuo with Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue.

　　 Several other people heard that Tang San's martial arts spirit was Blue Silver Grass, so they were very interested and wanted to go in and witness it.

　　 This room is very wide and very tall, measuring 200 square meters, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window provides enough lighting in the room.

　　 On the ground, there is a huge token-shaped sign, and a long sword hangs straight down, pointing right at the entrance of the gate.

　　 This sign is the same as the one hanging outside the Wuhun Hall.

The Great Spirit Master Matthew Nuo saw Tang San noticed the patterns on the ground, and smiled: "We are the lowest-level Wuhun Hall, also known as the Wuhun Sub-Hall. On the mainland, even the smallest cities have them. A Wuhun Temple of our size exists.

　　 Above the branch hall is the Wuhunzidian, and one level higher is the Wuhun main hall. At the level of the Wuhun main hall, only big cities can have it. The capitals of the two empires are the fourth-level martial arts temple. The fifth level is the Pope Hall, which is the most noble place of our Wuhun Hall.

　　 Above the Palace of the Pope, there is only the Hall of Worship of the Legendary Douluo. Only soul masters who have reached the Douluo level are eligible to enter there, and there is also the final destination of all Douluo and higher-level soul masters registered in the Spirit Hall. It is the place that all soul masters look forward to. "

　　 "In fact, even the Pope's Palace is nothing good!" Xiaoxue murmured lightly.

　　 But she said so quietly that almost no one heard.

　　Of course, Xiaoxue has always lived in the Pope Hall. She is the saint of Wuhun Hall, but in this small Wuhun branch, no one can recognize her.

　　 At that time, the elder of the Wuhun branch with the dean knew her, but the elder was not here.

　　 Matthew Nuo said lightly to Tang San: "Let's start now, display your martial arts, and release your soul ring."

　　 "Yun Tao, do you think that child can have a spirit ring for a few years?" Sisi chuckled.

　　 "Just look at it, don't worry about so much!" Su Yuntao replied.

　　 See Su Yuntao's attitude perfunctorily with a perfunctory snort: "But a small blue silver grass, what can he have, I think he is an ordinary spirit ring for ten years at most, even if he becomes a soul master, it is a waste soul master!"

　　 The three spirit masters also didn't put Tang San in their eyes, because in their eyes, Lan Yincao was the lowest-level scrapped spirit!

　　 Tang San walked to the center of the marked pattern on the ground and stood still, raised his right hand, calmly, and the inner strength of Xuan Tian Gong cooperated with the heat flow brought by the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit to slowly gush out from his palm.

　　 The sturdy blue silver grass leaves swarmed out, already drooping to the ground in an instant, the bright hundred-year-old mandala snake spirit ring rose from Tang San's feet, moving up and down with his body as the center.

　　 Matthew Nuo originally had a gentle smile on his face. When he saw the blue silver grass pouring out of Tang San's palm, the expression on his face had changed to amazement, "This, is this blue silver grass?"

　　 Not only Matthew Nuo, Su Yuntao, Si Si, and even the three mysterious soul masters showed surprised expressions.

　　 "How is it possible, how can it be so thick!" Si Si opened her mouth wide in surprise, with a look of disbelief.

Matthew Nuo rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken. At this time, his attention shifted to the yellow spirit ring on Tang San, "The one hundred year spirit ring, it turned out to be the one hundred year spirit ring. No wonder, Lian Lan Silver grass will also undergo such a big change."

　　 "Hundred-year spirit ring!"

　　 Everyone exclaimed, because none of them had the first spirit ring for a hundred years, and even the three mysterious spirit masters, the first spirit ring was only about 80 or 90 years old.

　　 "If the first spirit ring is a hundred years old, there is still hope of breakthrough." The male spirit master who mocked just now said quickly.

　　 "Innately full of soul power, blue silver grass martial soul, a century-old soul ring, this kid is not easy!" The female soul master exclaimed.

　　 Matthew Nuo picked up a yellow crystal ball from the table on the side and walked to Tang San, "Pour your soul power into it, let me see how many levels you have reached?"

　　 When Tang San poured spirit power, everyone was surprised.

　　 Because the crystal ball clearly shows spirit power-level 13!

　　 Thirteenth level, that is, the strength jumped two levels in a row. At this time, everyone's eyes cast their approval, and no one dared to look down on Tang San anymore.

No matter who it was, he was surprised by Tang San, and Su Yuntao even more. When he went to help Tang San awaken his martial soul, Tang San’s knowledge of martial arts was a weak blue silver grass, and now he saw that stout one. Lan Yincao, I was afraid that people's necks could be easily cut off, no one would dare to mock his martial spirit as a waste martial spirit anymore.

　　 Just when everyone was surprised, a small hand stretched out from the crowd: "Well, I haven't conducted a martial arts appraisal yet!"