I! Sword Douluo! Silently Drawing Sword For Twenty Years

"The main body spirit... corpse veins, tenth level of innate spirit power..." Li Hao was a little surprised when he heard the news.

Wuhun is basically divided into three categories.

The first is the weapon spirit.

For example, Li Hao's Wuhun Iron Sword, of course, other weapons may be a hammer, a knife, an arrow, or a gun.

The second is the beast spirit.

Such as wolf, tiger, lion, dragon, phoenix, flowers and plants, snakes and so on.

The third type is the body spirit.

Then a certain part of the body mutated into a martial spirit, and the more important the mutated part of the body, the higher the level of the martial spirit.

And the bones can be said to be one of the most important components of the human body. The bones of the genius received by the Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus Sect became his martial spirit, which must be the top-level body spirit.

It is enough to compare with the dragons, phoenix dances, and unicorns among the beast martial arts.

And the other party is still innately full of tenth level of soul power, which can basically be said to be that kind of genius, no wonder Deacon Zhang sighed so much.

For them, that kind of character is simply unattainable.

"That kind of character is like a dragon in the sky to us, out of reach." Deacon Zhang shook his head and led Li Hao into the cafeteria.

"Is it out of reach?" A smile appeared on Li Hao's mouth.

A top-level martial spirit and an innate tenth-level spirit power!

In the future, he will definitely upgrade his martial soul to a god-level martial soul, or even higher.

And the innate soul power can be raised to level 100 if he wishes.

So this kind of thing out of reach doesn't exist in front of him at all.

"Hello, Deacon Zhang."

"Good morning, head!"

"Good morning!"

...

As soon as Deacon Zhang came in, the slaughter masters who were eating quickly stood up to say hello.

It can be seen that Deacon Zhang has a high prestige in this handyman's house.

After all, it is a first-order Spirit Master, and it has been operating here for decades, so the prestige must still be there.

"Um!"

Deacon Zhang nodded, then brought Li Hao to a separate table.

The other masters all crowded together to eat at one table, but Deacon Zhang had his own independent dining table.

This is probably his little privilege in this handyman's house!

The breakfast was very simple, soy milk, eggs, steamed buns, and pickles. After eating, Deacon Zhang set off with a mighty crowd.

Although Li Hao wanted to go back to his yard to practice cultivation, in this situation, he could only follow them to the slaughterhouse patiently.

Soon they came to the slaughterhouse.

Many cows, sheep, pigs, animals to be slaughtered have long been caught.

"Okay, let's start today's work!"

Deacon Zhang waved his hand, then looked at a bearded middle-aged man and said, "Cheng Yuan, I'll leave it to you here. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Head, don't worry! The work is guaranteed to be completed successfully!" The middle-aged man said quickly.

"Haha! Xiao Haohao, have you learned it? For a job like ours, you have to learn how to fish for work.

It's enough to leave things to the people under you, let's...hehe! Take this time to relax. "Deacon Zhang watched the middle-aged man leave, hehe said with a smile.

His qualifications are too poor, and he has no background. He has been in this position for decades.

So I know how to fish when I go to work, and now I just hand over the task, and I, the leader, can relax.

After he finished speaking, he dragged Li Hao into a small clean room next to the slaughterhouse.

Li Hao estimated that this should be Lao Zhang's office.

"Forehead……"

Li Hao followed Deacon Zhang into the clean little house with some astonishment.

I didn't expect this little leader to be so handsome.

Just let others do the work, and you can go fishing for yourself.

As soon as he entered the small house, Deacon Zhang lay directly on a reclining chair and fanned with a bamboo fan.

At the same time, he pointed to another reclining chair next to him and said, "Xiao Haohao, you can just sit there."

"This……"

Li Hao was speechless and asked, "Master, are you going to lie here for a day? Aren't you going to practice?"

He calls each other a master, not a master, and there is a big difference between the two.

"I'm already old, what else do I practice? It's impossible to break through the twentieth level while building roads, so it's better to live here comfortably." Deacon Zhang shook his head.

As he said that, he picked up a book from the table on the side and read it with relish.

And when he came across a lot of books on the table, he probably used them to pass the time.

"Is this giving up on yourself?" Li Hao glanced at Deacon Zhang.

He can probably understand the mentality of the old man, maybe he has already given up his obsession with Spirit Master.

Now he is probably just holding the mentality of eating and waiting to die.

Li Hao felt that if he didn't have a system, he might one day become such a person.

It cannot be said that such a person is wrong.

But what's the point of living like this?

At the moment Li Hao said: "Master, then you rest, I'll go to practice."

"Cultivation?"

Deacon Zhang looked at Li Hao in astonishment when he heard the words. He didn't seem to remember this word for a long time.

He looked at Li Hao for a few seconds before he waved his hand: "Go! Go!"

After he finished speaking, he muttered again: "I'm old, but I don't have the spirit of yours."

When he was young, he had been working hard to cultivate, but after seeing that there was no hope, he gradually changed into the current state of being a jerk and waiting to die.

He even felt that after Li Hao persisted for a few years, after that enthusiasm was killed, he would probably become who he is now.

"Then I'll go!" Li Hao turned and left after hearing this.

He warned himself in his heart: A lesson from the past and a teacher of the next car, and he must not become a person like Deacon Zhang who eats and waits for death. *