Ronin from Douluo

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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 prospect.

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 up at him.

Ever since Zeng Yi knew this was Douluo Continent, he has been exercising his body and persisting 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 a soul master should not only focus on the cultivation of soul power, but also exercise the body. 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 snot in his nose, he carefully walked to the center of the formation and stood there.

When Wang Lang saw that he was ready, he waved his hand, and a yellow soul power entered the formation. The formation suddenly glowed. The little fat man standing inside was startled, his hands and feet were in 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 to stop him. Little Fatty was frightened by his voice and waited obediently in the formation diagram.

"Relax, feel with your heart, slowly understand, and guide the martial spirit out."

After a while, a small hammer appeared in front of Little Fatty, floating in front of him.

"This...this is my martial spirit." Looking at the little hammer in front of him, Little Fatty spoke with some excitement.

"Yeah! I have a martial soul and I am a soul 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 it 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 with some disappointment.

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 little fat guy out.

Seeing the embarrassed figure of Little Fatty being dragged out by the village chief, Zeng Yi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

This is the cruel reality! Without soul power, you can only be an honest farmer in this life. It is really difficult for ordinary people to become a soul master. The fathers have no soul power, and their inheritance

After all, they are basically 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...the sickle, the kind that cuts grass. Another one was useless.

"Sun Dagou."

"Martial Spirit: Shovel. No soul power. Next one"

"Zhang Saner, Wuhun: Wooden Stick, has no soul power."

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"Alar, Wuhun: Blue Silver Grass."

Blue Silver Grass? Hearing this martial spirit, Zeng Yi instantly became excited. The martial spirit of the protagonist in Douluo is Blue Silver Grass.

Blue silver grass, is it a common weed on the roadside? It is another more useless martial spirit. It seems that we can only look at 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 on it 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! He actually has 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.

"Master 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, her eyes filled with expectations, hoping that he would say that he could have two

Character.

"Soul power: Level 3." Wang Lang said lightly. It's a pity that the martial spirit is a useless martial spirit. Blue Silver Grass, he can't even think of what Blue Silver Grass can do? Attack? Assist? Stop making trouble, please.

"You have soul power, but your martial soul is too poor. The chance of becoming a soul master is very small."

"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 had soul power and could practice, but her martial soul was useless one after another. God gave her a surprise, but not long after, despair came.

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Zeng Yi also shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for her. In fact, this soul master had a good heart. He said he had a little hope, but didn't say it too absolutely. But Bluesilver Grass is really of no use to this girl.

, she doesn’t have Tang San’s talent, perseverance, and background, so she can only be mediocre in this life.

"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 array, took a deep breath, and calmed himself 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 exercised his body a little.

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. Judging from Zeng Yi's appearance, he should be a very good martial soul.

I didn't expect that there could be such a genius in this corner of the world. It seems that I have found a treasure! I have brought him into the Wuhun Hall, and I can also get a promotion and a salary increase. How wonderful!

Finally, the light condensed in Zeng Yi's hand, forming a scabbard with a blade and handle about one meter long. The handle was wrapped with a black linen strip, and the round handle was bronze.

The scabbard is black and red, the blade is very straight, and the tip is slightly curved. The width of the blade is about two fingers of an adult, like a Chinese Tang sword. It is slender, longer than the RB samurai sword, and not as curved. It looks very

Eye-catching.

"This is my martial spirit." Zeng Yi looked at the long sword in his hand and was shocked. The length was taller than his current self. In his hand, because it was his own martial spirit, he felt that the weight was just right.

A handy feeling.

Moreover, this appearance and length match me very well! Haha, you are worthy 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.

It was even more powerful than his own martial spirit steel rod. Looking at Zeng Yi's martial spirit, Wang Lang himself became jealous.

"What's the name of this knife?"

Zeng Yi pondered 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. Regarding the name of this sword, he refused. Does he look like that happy man? I am very stable.

Okay? But what the knife conveyed to me was this, there was nothing I could do about it!

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 soul has.

Zeng Yi put his hand on the crystal ball and stared at the crystal ball with excitement. Wang Lang also looked at the crystal ball with excitement.

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 spirit, but I have no soul.

force?

"Haha, maybe." Wang Lang also twitched the corner of his mouth. What is going on? This kind of martial spirit has no soul power, it can't be justified!

"Come here and put your hands on this." Wang Lang said to the girl with soul power just now. She obediently put her hands on the crystal ball, and the crystal ball gave off 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, expressionless, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.

Alas, it seems that he can’t withstand this blow! If it were me, he 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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