People are in Douluo, there is no soul ring

"The general of the Nether Tribe is so daring, I would like to present you to the generalissimo." In the slightly dim bedroom, Hua Manshan leaned against the bedside, reflecting on the table lamp, glancing at the barrage, five yards per second, and imitating the others.

Typing on the keyboard on your laptop leaves your own footprints.

He picked up the coffee on the bedside table and took a sip.

Close the bookmark, open another window, and "Cultivation of Immortality Life Simulator" comes into view.

He had nothing to do with the little game that a certain childlike and giant female anchor was playing.

"The last one, finish it and go to sleep."

"Today I will play civilian Goudaoliu."

"Plus 7 for good looks, average and a bit handsome, approachable, not easy to be targeted." As we all know, if you are too handsome, you will be jealous and beaten, if you are too ugly, you will be criticized and beaten, so you can only choose to be mediocre.

Nothing surprising.

"Luck adds 10. The most important thing in the world of cultivating immortals is chance. You can pick up treasures wherever you go. As long as you persist, you will surely rise."

"What should we do if there are only 3 points left?" Hua Manshan was silent for a moment, and the points allocated were only 20 points, which restricted his performance.

"Add 1 to your family status, as long as you don't starve to death. After all, you are very lucky. A common routine in fantasy cultivation is to be born into a famous family and be rich and beautiful. If you meet a male protagonist, you will give it to him for free. As long as you meet him, he will eat hard and soft food, and wealth will come naturally." Hua Manshan said slightly.

Nodding, very satisfied.

"Two points left, add 1 to your constitution, add 1 to your intelligence, let's walk!" He hit hard with his fingertips.

"Ding, your body constitution is too low and you will be stillborn."

"Fuck!" Hua Manshan leaned back on the spot with anger. The power cord beside the bed was pulled straight. The coffee cup on the counter suddenly fell. In the flash of electric light, there was a bang and fire was everywhere. At the last moment when his consciousness was submerged in darkness, his eyes were filled with tears.

A flash of joy flashed through.

"Fortunately, the disk exploded..."

The 300g young lady inside accompanied him to heaven.

This wave is not a loss!

...

South of Notting City, Holy Soul Village.

The rising sun hangs slanting, with a warm yellow glow on the horizon, and a light mist covers the ground, covering the surrounding houses that are not tall.

In a small wooden house, seven children lined up one after another and stood cautiously in front of a young man.

"Hiss..." A low muffled sound suddenly spread, and one of the little boys suddenly turned pale, held his head and began to groan.

"What's going on?" Su Yuntao turned his head and frowned slightly.

"Brother, Aman has another headache. It will be fine in a moment." The little girl with an oval face standing next to the little boy responded crisply.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other children nodded in unison, looking at the boy with eyes full of pity.

Aman, whose name is Lin Manshan. For eighteen generations, his ancestors were named after Lin, and they were engaged in chopping firewood and making charcoal, and those who awakened were all hatchet martial arts spirits with zero soul power. If nothing else, Aman should have awakened this time.

He is also a hatchet martial soul with zero soul power and a soul master without destiny.

His father, Lin Qingshan, died after encountering a spirit beast while cutting firewood. When he found his body, only the bones and clothes were left in his body. His mother, Yang Cuihua, died along with her husband. Because they couldn’t even piece together the body, they had to be burned into ashes and buried.

It's so miserable.

Grandparents, they would have died earlier.

He is the most pitiful child in the village. He was frail and sick since he was a child, and also suffers from dementia. After his parents died, he was adopted by the village elder Jack. Two years ago, he bumped his head while walking. Although he became smarter, it was a coincidence.

, got another headache.

However, he is fair-looking, speaks nicely, and has a good relationship with them.

Tatata, the footsteps outside the door gradually became louder, the shadows extended, and an old man walked in with a child behind him.

The children looked over subconsciously, and when they saw the boy behind the old man, their eyes suddenly showed disgust.

Compared with Aman, Tang San seemed a bit annoying. Not only was he dark and dark, but he also had a cold face and ignored them all day long.

Lin Manshan's headache was relieved now, and he raised his head to look at Tang San, smiled kindly, and moved away.

Tang San, known as Tang Buddha, had a motto: You already have a way to die, and he didn't dare to provoke you.

After two years of observation, Lin Manshan has determined and is certain that Tang San not only has extreme thoughts, but also suffers from persecutory delusion syndrome.

Two years ago, he broke his head while walking, and memories of his past and present lives were inserted into his brain and surged crazily.

He also understood what happened to him, and he should have been reborn and traveled through time.

Unfortunately, there is no golden finger similar to the system, except for occasionally picking up a copper soul coin while transporting shit out.

There is no golden finger, and the ancestor has the soulless hatchet martial spirit of the eighteenth generation. It would be better if he had soul power. With the quintessence of Chinese culture and keyboard culture inherited from his more than 20 years of single life, he can come up with whatever he wants by using his brain cells.

A few cool ideas to solve the problem.

But without soul power, without soul power, he is not even qualified to be a soul master, so how can he play?

Thinking that he might be a weakling in the future, and then thinking that there was Tang San next door who talked about how to kill himself, he felt a little panicked for no reason at the time. The key point was that as the adopted child of the village elder Jack, he had to see Tang San often.

In line with the principle of not being on good terms and not being offended, and avoiding saying the wrong thing, an inadvertently walking in the field was shot to death by Tang San with an arrow. He has been keeping a low profile for the past two years.

In addition, there is a reason why he is so panicked. In the entire Holy Soul Village, only old Jack often helps Tang San. When Tang San was young, other families looked at Tang San pitifully and had an alcoholic father in the family.

They had helped. But after Tang San turned four, Tang San rejected them one by one. And here's the problem. Tang San refused everyone, except Old Jack's help.

As a social person who had often been severely beaten by human beings in his previous life, he quickly understood the reason.

The problem lies mainly in identity.

Just because other families in the village are villagers, and old Jack is the village chief.

Isn’t it right for the village chief to protect the villagers, share their worries, and help the poor villagers? This is what some netizens said in the comment area of ​​the past life. Teachers should teach every child to get good grades and make every child go to college.

If you fall and get hurt at school, it is a matter of school management. Complaints are made. We all paid the tuition fees. This is to safeguard our reasonable rights and interests.

It's a natural thing to do, and it's a long time to play.

In addition, the children in the village actually didn't dislike Tang San at first. They were all children of farmers in remote villages, not children of urban families. And they were all little brats, so how could they care so much. At the beginning, everyone was very

He was willing to take the initiative to say hello to Tang San, but Tang San, who didn't know whether it was because of social barriers or because he had a shameless personality, just ignored him.

As time went by, everyone became alienated.

Perhaps out of anger, some children would occasionally make fun of Tang San's name.

As for Tang San's response, he heard it one afternoon and remembered it deeply, "No matter where you go, there will always be people who dislike the poor and love the rich."

He shook his head and murmured, as if he was an adult and not as knowledgeable as a child.

"???" It's obvious that you, Tang San, don't like to talk to them, okay?

At that time, he was walking around the corner, and when he heard this, he immediately shrank back.

Just kidding, if Tang San discovers this, he might think that he has discovered his identity as a time traveler and will find an opportunity to kill him.

He has encountered many things like this.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that I can't afford to offend him, and I can afford to hide. I just hope that Tang San will get out of here after awakening his martial spirit this time.

In this world, being weak is the original sin... Looking at Tang San who was lined up at the end of the team, Lin Manshan couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart, and at the same time, he raised expectations in his heart, "I hope that my status as a time traveler can give

This time the awakening of the martial soul will make a difference."

There are so many young ladies in Douluo Continent, and he is also very greedy... No, when a man is alive, who doesn't want to create a great career?

Love is just gained by the way... Lin Manshan whispered in his heart, and then raised his head and glanced at the young man standing at the front of the team, "If my prediction is correct, this should be the legendary Master of Blind Fighting Russell Yuntao. Master.

, it’s up to you.”

While thinking, Old Jack had already walked up to the young man and saluted respectfully, "Dear Deacon, please excuse me."

"I don't have much time, let's start now." Su Yuntao looked slightly proud and bowed slightly in return.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, sir." Old Jack turned around with a cane and said with a kind face, "Children, this is Mr. Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Temple from Notting City. Next, he will guide you to awaken.

Own your own martial spirit and start the journey of a soul master. You must be obedient and cooperate with Master Su Yuntao's work. Grandpa hopes that some of you will become a soul master."

"Okay, okay..."

Although Su Yuntao felt secretly happy, he was also a little impatient. He quickly waved his hand and said helplessly: "Old Jack, you said the same thing last year. How can it be so easy to become a soul master? I have gone through six years in the past two days.

It’s like a village. There isn’t a single child with soul power, let alone a martial soul worth cultivating.”

"Yes... Only the inheritors of big families and sects can easily become soul masters. It's really difficult for ordinary people like us." There was a hint of gloom in Old Jack's eyes. He sighed, shook his head, and leaned on

Walking out of the house on crutches.

"Okay, children, stand in a row and come one by one." Looking at the children in front of him, Su Yuntao's tone was much softer. Once upon a time, he was one of them. With the help of the older generation of deacons in Wuhun Hall,

Next, he awakened his own martial spirit.

Now, he has inherited the work of his predecessors and has become an inspection deacon of Wuhun Palace.

"Remember, don't be afraid no matter what happens later..." As he said this, Su Yuntao opened the package on the table beside him and took out two things from it, six round black stones and a bright

Blue crystal ball.

Arranging six black stones in a hexagonal shape on the ground, he waved gently towards the far right side of the team.

"Child, come here. Stand inside, don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel it carefully." As he said that, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up with a ray of cyan light, and under the horrified eyes of the children, he shouted.

"Lone wolf, possessed."

Following Su Yuntao's soft drink, his body quickly changed. It swelled rapidly, his eyes turned faintly green, and the black hair on his head turned gray and quickly grew longer. The ten fingers of his hands stretched out sharp claws, and two fingers on the ground

The halo also lit up instantly.

One white and one yellow, very strange.

Is this the beast spirit? It really looks like the werewolf in the movie of his previous life... Lin Manshan looked surprised.

The deacons from Wuhun Palace come every year, but the awakening ceremonies are all held indoors and no outside is allowed. He has never seen it before.

"Ah!" The little boy standing inside the hexagon was frightened by the continuous changes and screamed on the spot. He ran away but was caught by Su Yuntao.

"Don't move. I told you not to be afraid. This is my martial spirit, Lone Wolf. If you are lucky enough to awaken a martial spirit with soul power later, you can become a soul master like me and have similar abilities."