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"Huh!"

Looking at Zeng Yi's figure, Wang Lang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he could still stand under my power. It's not bad. I hope you are a good seedling.

Although I have not fully released my soul power, I am not the pressure that an ordinary child can withstand!

Zeng Yi's performance made Wang Langgao look at him.

Ever since Zeng Yi knew this was Douluo Continent, he has been exercising his body and insisting on it every day. It can be said that when fighting, he is the king of children!

The master of Douluoli 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 a bucket, and only when the body is strong can one better practice soul power.

"You stand in the center of the formation map."

Wang Lang closed his momentum and pointed at a small fat man on the front of the right and said lightly.

"Uh-huh……"

The little fat man responded timidly, with tears in his eyes and snot in his nose. He walked carefully to the center of the formation diagram and stood.

Seeing that Wang Lang had gotten it, he waved his hand and a yellow soul power entered the formation. The formation map suddenly shone. The little fat man standing inside was startled and panicked, wanting to run out.

"Stand and don't move, this is awakening the martial soul, it's okay." Wang Lang called him, and the little fat man was frightened by his voice and waited obediently in the formation map.

"Relax your mind, feel it with your heart, slowly experience it, and guide the martial soul out."

After a while, a small hammer appeared in front of the little fat man and floated in front of him.

"This... this is my martial soul." Looking at the little hammer in front of me, the little fat dun spoke with a little excited tone.

"Yeah! I have a martial soul, I am a soul master, that's great."

The little fat man danced happily.

Judging from his appearance, Zeng Yi wanted to laugh a little.

No, I have to hold it back. I have received professional training and can't laugh unless I can't help it.

"What are you happy with? Everyone has martial souls. Next, go to the soul power test. Only by having soul power can you be qualified to become a soul master." Wang Lang said.

"Ah! So, it turns out that I am not a soul master yet..." The excitement on the little fat man'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 the fat man: "Put your hand on this."

The little fat man obediently placed his hand on it, and after more than ten seconds, nothing happened.

"You don't have the potential to become a soul master." Wang Lang took back the crystal ball and said coldly.

"Ah! How is that possible? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, mom." When the little fat man heard it, he was immediately dissatisfied and slapped on the ground and started crying.

"Hmph~, take him out and don't affect my work." Wang Lang said to Marao.

"Yes, sir, I'll take him out now, don't be angry." Malao said with a smile at Wang Lang, and immediately pulled the fat guy out.

Looking at the embarrassing figure of Xiaopang 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, you can only be a farmer in this life. It is really difficult for ordinary people to become a soul master. My parents have no soul power, and after inheriting it, they are basically children without soul power. There are not many people with gene mutations.

"Next, Li Goudan."

A thin boy walked out.

Goudan, his name is cheap and easy to support. Zeng Yi thought.

"Martial Soul: Scythe. Soul Power: 0."

Well... the sickle, the kind of mowed grass. Another one was ruined.

"Sun Da Dog."

"Martial Soul: Iron Shovel. Soul Power No. Next"

"Zhang Saner, martial soul: wooden stick, soul power is not."

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"Alar, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

Lan Yincao? When Zeng Yi heard this martial soul, he was instantly excited. Isn’t the martial soul of Douluoli the protagonist, Lan Yincao?

Is the blue silver grass a common weed on the roadside? It is another wasteful martial soul. It seems that I can only see the last one. Wang Lang thought to himself, and glanced at Zeng Yi standing beside him.

"Next is the soul power test, put your hand on it." Wang Lang held the crystal ball with one hand and said to the girl.

The girl carefully put her hands on and touched the beautiful blue crystal ball. It felt cool and comfortable.

A few seconds later, the crystal ball emitted a faint light.

The girl was shocked!

Wang Lang was shocked!

Zeng Yi was also shocked! He actually had soul power, but unfortunately, he was a blue silver grass martial soul. You are not Tang San, your soul power is not full soul power, nor is it a twin martial soul.

"Soul Master, do I have soul power? Can I become a soul master?" The girl asked Wang Lang with a happy face, looking at Wang Lang, her eyes full of expectations, hoping that he would say two words.

"Soul Power: Level 3." Wang Lang said lightly. Unfortunately, the martial soul is a useless martial soul. Blue Silver Grass. He can't even think of what Blue Silver Grass can do? Attack? Assist? Stop making trouble.

"I have soul power, but my martial soul is too poor, so 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, pouring on her head, extinguishing the spark of hope in her heart.

"Why is this..." The girl couldn't believe it and sobbed in grievance. She clearly had soul power and could practice, but she was a waste of martial soul. God gave her surprise, but it didn't take long to bring despair.

Zeng Yi also shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for her. In fact, this soul master was very kind-hearted. He said a little hope and did not say it too absolutely. But the blue silver grass was really useless to this girl. She did not have the talent, perseverance, and background of Tang San. In this life, she could only be mediocre.

"It's your turn." Wang Lang said to Zeng Yi. He is quite optimistic about Zeng Yi, the child, and hopes that he will not disappoint him.

"yes."

Zeng Yi responded to the voice, walked to the middle of the formation diagram, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

I hope I can have a better martial soul!

Zeng Yi was begging in his heart. To be honest, he was really panicked now. He didn't have golden fingers, nor did he practice such as Xuantian Gong like Tang San. He just trained his body a little, and his soul might be stronger than others, but he couldn't change him as a native of Lala Village!

"May I have your name."

"Ah! My name is Zeng Yi." Seeing Wang Lang suddenly ask him, Zeng Yi was a little confused and then answered him.

"Well, come on!" Wang Lang nodded and began to awaken his martial soul.

The array diagram under Zeng Yi's feet suddenly lit up. Suddenly, Zeng Yi felt a warm and golden light pouring into his body. He felt as if something was being pulled out of his body.

Wang Lang looked at Zeng Yi's golden light, and his face couldn't help but look happy.

In the martial soul awakening ceremony, the more dazzling the light on the body, the stronger the awakened martial soul will be. Judging from Zeng Yi's appearance, it should be a good martial soul.

Unexpectedly, there is such a genius here. It seems that I have found a treasure! I have pulled him into the Spirit Hall and I can also get a promotion and a salary increase. It’s amazing!

Finally, the light condensed in Zeng Yi's hand, forming a scabbard with a scabbard, with a blade body and the hilt of the knife together. A black linen strip was wrapped around the hilt, the round knife handle was bronze, the scabbard was black and red, the blade body was very straight, the tip of the knife was a little curved, the width was about two fingers wide, like the Chinese Tang sword, which was slender, longer than the RB samurai sword, and not so curved, and looked very pleasing to the eye.

"This is my martial soul." Zeng Yi was shocked at the long sword in his hand. This length was higher than that of himself now. In his hand, because it was his martial soul, he felt that the weight was just right, and he felt that he was easy to use.

Moreover, her appearance and length are very compatible with me! Haha, I am worthy of being me! Zeng Yi laughed proudly in his heart.

"Hahaha, it's not bad, I'm sure I'm not wrong about you. This long sword should be a very powerful weapon and martial soul! The sword type is very good." Wang Lang laughed happily. This sword is very delicate and looks stronger than his martial soul steel rod. Looking at Zeng Yi's martial soul, Wang Lang became jealous.

"What's the name of this knife?"

Zeng Yi calmed down for a moment.

"wave!"

"What?" Wang Lang was confused. What's the name?

"Lang, the name of this knife is Lang, or it can be called Lang Dao." Zeng Yi said certainly. He refused the name of this knife. Do you look like that happy man? I am very stable, okay? But the meaning of the knife conveying to himself is this, there is nothing I can do about it!

Wang Lang:...

For some reason, he felt like a myocardial infarction.

"Forget it, don't worry, come on, hurry up and test your soul power." Wang Lang said. He wanted to know now that the soul power of a child with such a martial soul was.

Zeng Yi put his hand on the crystal ball, staring at the crystal ball with his eyes tightly on it, and was excited. Wang Lang was so, looking at the crystal ball with excitement.

Then……

Then……

A few minutes passed, nothing happened to the crystal ball...

"This...hehe...Sir, is this crystal ball broken..." Zeng Yi's heart trembled, and his voice trembled, "There is no reason, I have such a good martial soul, but I don't have soul power?"

"Haha, maybe." Wang Lang also pulled the corner of his mouth. What's the situation? Such a martial soul has no soul power, which is unreasonable!

"Come here and put your hand on this." Wang Lang said to the girl with soul power just now. She obediently placed her hand on the crystal ball, and the crystal ball emitted a faint light.

"How could it be..." Zeng Yi looked at the glowing crystal ball blankly, unable to believe it.

"Ah! Why is this happening!" Wang Lang shouted crazy. He clearly had a good seedling, but he couldn't practice. What a joke!

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, martial soul: wave sword. soul power..." Wang Lang looked at Zeng Yi standing there blankly, expressionless, but a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and it passed away in an instant.

Alas, it seems that he can't stand this blow either! If it were me, I would probably go crazy.

Wang Lang thought to himself, it’s a pity that my year-end bonus is gone.

"none!"

However, he didn't know that a cheerful electronic sound rang in Zeng Yi's mind.

"Happy Orphan System is ready! Loading, please wait for a moment!"

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Chapter completed!