The instinct of martial souls is rarely introduced in the original work, but most martial souls actually have instincts. For example, the instinct of blue silver grass is to grow. Even if you do not obtain a soul ring, injecting soul power can catalyze the growth of blue silver grass.
If it is a canine martial spirit, it may have the instinct to enhance the sense of smell. When possessed by a martial spirit, the sense of smell will become more sensitive. Almost all martial spirits have this instinct.
There are also relatively advanced martial soul instincts, such as the flight of the Light Goddess Butterfly, which can fly just after awakening. You must know that the soul bone skill of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor's leg bone is just flying, which is comparable to the 100,000-year-old soul skill.
The soul bone skill is something that top-notch martial souls are born with.
As for Lan Nuo, who can unleash waves upon awakening his martial soul, he definitely has the best martial soul instinct, because theoretically this wave will continue to get stronger as his strength increases, and the consumption is extremely low.
It won't be outdated until you reach full level.
In a sense, there is nothing wrong with this understanding, because the missile is Tang Seng's level A. Of course, level A will become stronger along with the character, and level A basically has no consumption.
Lan Nuo continued to talk nonsense. He took out his bow and arrows, pulled out the bow with only the string, and saw an arrow on it: "I condensed the instinctive missiles of the martial soul into the shape of an arrow, and then I was born.
The martial arts demonstrated before relied on reaction force to stay in the air."
Although it was nonsense, Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai both nodded, and even thought it was very reasonable, because soul masters themselves are very unscientific beings, and with weak scientific awareness, Lan Nuo said that he was putting his left foot on the right foot.
Then he stepped on his left foot with his right foot and flew into the sky. Some people would believe it because it sounded quite reasonable.
Zhao Wuji patted Lan Nuo's shoulder and said seriously: "Practice this move well! This is no longer the category of martial arts. We soul masters usually call it self-created soul skills. Only the most talented soul masters can do it.
When it comes to self-created soul skills, every perfect self-created soul skill is also extremely powerful.
For example, the famous Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is the Haotian Sect's self-created soul skill. The combined power of the eighty-one hammers can even open mountains and cut off rivers."
Lan Nuo could only laugh. He knew his own business. How could this be his own soul skill? It was just a simple game skill. If he wanted to strengthen it, he would have to read the skill book, but where did Douluo Continent come from?
The skill book of Dream Journey to the West.
"Haha! My talent is actually only average! In comparison, I am more confident in my appearance."
Zhao Wuji: "..."
Although your average face is not ugly, who gave you the courage to boast about your appearance in front of Dai Mubai! In just a few minutes of meeting, Zao Wuji has refreshed his understanding of Lan Nuo countless times. Every time
When he feels that Lan Nuo is a genius soul master, Lan Nuo can do some work for him that makes it difficult for him to do anything!
"Okay, Mubai, you take him to get familiar with the environment of the college and his classmates." After saying that, Zhao Wuji left. He had to take it easy, because his tooth ached when he saw Lan Nuo.
"Let's go! Although our school is a bit small, can you rest assured that the teaching quality will be fine?" As soon as Dai Mubai finished speaking, a voice came from the dormitory not far away: "I have a big sausage!"
The corner of Lan Nuo's mouth twitched: "You call this okay? Are you sure that living in a dormitory like this won't be attacked by a bearded lunatic with his big sausage at night?"
Dai Mubai looked embarrassed: "That one just now was a soul curse! Food soul masters all have soul curses. If you don't believe me, ask the teacher!"
"Ahem! This is the cafeteria. You can eat here every morning, noon and evening. But remember to come on time, because there are not many people in the school and the food is very small. If you come late, there will only be leftovers."
It happened to be lunch time, and the two of them came to the cafeteria, ready to have a bite before continuing the tour. Lan Nuo walked into the cafeteria, sniffed, and had a beeping expression on his face. Although he didn't have any expectations in the first place, the people in the cafeteria
As expected, the food is still a mess of dark food.
Just imagine that 20,000 years later, Huo Yuhao's grilled fish can be used as a signature dish, and you will know how poor Douluo's food culture was 20,000 years ago.
Dai Mubai was about to cook when he was stopped by Lan Nuo. He went to the kitchen in person, chased the aunt who was cooking out, took down the heavy clay pot from the stove and replaced it with his own iron pot.
Then he took out the oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and a small bottle of blackened MSG. Lan Nuo only read about how to ferment and extract sodium glutamate from wheat on Baidu Encyclopedia. After practicing it himself, he could only get this black stuff.
But the taste is very close to MSG. This thing is definitely a dimensionality-reducing blow to the food industry of this era.
Anyone who has ever worked in the kitchen knows that as long as you dare to add MSG, even a novice can cook dishes with decent taste.
Dai Mubai curiously watched the kitchen knife flying in Lan Nuo's hand. In the blink of an eye, the vegetables were cut into shreds or dices, so neatly that it would make the obsessive-compulsive disorder moan in comfort. The large pieces of stewed meat were carefully cut, and the extra fat
The meat was thrown into the oil pan and made a crackling sound. It was fried in oil and fished out. This was a snack. In some places, it was called oily. The aroma of the oil was overflowing under the high temperature. Dai Mubai couldn't help but smoke.
Nose, I suddenly understood why Lan Nuo kicked out the cafeteria aunt.
A dish here is fried, and the color and aroma are all good. The pork belly that has been chopped over there is also blanched, and rock sugar is added to the oil pan. Although it is low-quality rock sugar with a bit of yellow, it still melts quickly in the oil pan, in the blink of an eye.
In a short time, it turned into an attractive dark red, which is called fried sugar color. The pork belly was stir-fried in the pot, and the aroma exploded like a bomb. The meat strips that originally looked a little pale were dyed dark red. Just looking at it, wearing
Mubai swallowed his saliva.
After a while, a table of dishes was brought up by Lan Nuo, and it was almost all meat dishes. Again, carnivores cannot resist the temptation of high oil, salt and sugar. Although this table of dishes is very unhealthy
, but what are soul masters afraid of? I have never heard of any soul master dying of diabetes, just do it!
Not only Dai Mubai, Shrek Academy is not big to begin with, the fat boy Ma Hongjun, the white-haired bearded Oscar, the glasses principal Flanders, the previous Zhao Wuji, and the teacher Tangdou at the door all gathered around.
Even the aunt in the cafeteria watched eagerly, wanting to learn a skill. Once you learn it, you can go to a big hotel and don't have to work for Flanders.
"Ahem... Well, teacher, I still feel a bit of pain from the previous injury. Could you... be a little more filial to your teacher?" Zhao Wuji was the thickest-skinned and was the first to speak.
Lan Nuo glanced at him: "We're all here, and I can still let you watch! Let's all eat! Let's eat together! We're all the cooks! Just do it!" He had expected that many people would come, so this table
Enough to feed a dozen people.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came to the table. No one was polite to anyone. Ma Hongjun and Flanders clamped a braised fish at the same time, one clamped the head and the other clamped the tail. There was no sense of insincerity at all.
The poor fish was torn in half from the middle. Ma Hongjun looked at the teacher who only grabbed the head of the fish and laughed like a drake.
Zhao Wuji was much more polite. He took away all the fish heads and looked at the tearful Oscar with kind eyes: "It's okay. I actually like to eat fish heads."
With tears in his eyes, Oscar stared at Zhao Wuji and said in a voice that was worse than crying: "But the teacher ate the fish head, and all that was left was the chopped pepper!"
Dai Mubai, who was sitting next to Lan Nuo, stretched out his chopsticks and was about to cry. Just because he had to serve the food, he was the last one to serve, and as a result, almost all the food he could eat was taken away.
Lan Nuo silently pushed over a big bowl, which contained many dishes from the table. Dai Mubai saw this scene and looked at Lan Nuo with emotion. His junior brother was really so considerate, ah... if...
It would be great if he was a girl!
As soon as he had this idea, he saw Lan Nuo spitting into his bowl filled with vegetables, and the fantasy of the goddess in his mind instantly collapsed.
As soon as he lost his mind, he saw the chopsticks flying in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, half of the food in the bowl was missing. When he looked up, he saw everyone on the table extending their chopsticks towards his bowl unceremoniously. He must be a good boy now.
Okay, bah bah bah bah! Then I drove away the predators around me, and I couldn't help but sigh.
Back then, eating a feast cooked by the royal chef in the royal family wouldn’t have been so tragic!