Due to the bustle of people in the square, no one heard Oscar's words to himself.
The villagers below expressed their envy to Mao Xiaozhu and his family.
For commoners like them, if they want to achieve a class leap, perhaps their children can only awaken a martial soul with innate soul power!
But this kind of thing is often extremely unpredictable.
As the next child came on stage, the villagers gradually stopped discussing.
They once again focused their attention on the children who would awaken their martial spirits next.
Maybe a martial soul with innate soul power has just been awakened.
During the subsequent awakening process of the martial spirit, the middle-aged man's mentality remained calm. In his opinion, a martial spirit with innate soul power had awakened in this village.
The probability of awakening a second martial soul with innate soul power is very low.
"Mao Xiaotian, martial soul blue cat, innate soul power level zero."
"Mao Lilan, Wuhun Huamao, innate soul power level zero."
"Mao Xuan, Wuhun Red Cat, innate soul power zero level."
......
As the soul power levels of the next few children tested were all zero.
The villagers in the audience also let out a few sounds of regret from time to time, and many villagers who wanted to watch the excitement also began to mind their own business.
When the last child who had awakened his martial spirit came on stage, only a few and threes and twos were left in the crowd.
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled heavily, as if he was about to be relieved.
Perhaps because he wanted to finish work quickly, the middle-aged man's attitude was a little more impatient.
He picked up the list on the table and said with a slight urging.
"Mao Hui, right? Come quickly and test!"
The little boy felt a hint of impatience from the middle-aged man and hurriedly quickened his pace and ran to the place where the martial spirit was awakened.
Seeing that Mao Hui was already in place, the middle-aged man once again injected soul power into the six awakening stones.
Mao Hui closed his eyes tightly, feeling his own martial spirit. After about a few minutes, Mao Hui felt a domineering power slowly emerge from his body.
Because it was the first time he had endured this force, the little boy was in great pain. He clenched his fists tightly, his facial features twisted into a ball, his thin body began to expand rapidly, and his clothes that originally seemed very loose became tight.
As the airflow in his chest continued to increase, he straightened his chest, and a majestic tiger roar came from his mouth. Mao Hui's body was quickly enveloped in a purple-black flame.
The blazing flames caused a slight distortion in the air around the little boy.
Between his eyebrows, a purple-black flame mark began to gradually appear.
The huge movement in the square caused the villagers who left to run back again.
The awakening of the martial soul can cause such a big commotion. Anyone can imagine that the martial soul awakened this time is not a mortal thing!
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who had been watching the excitement before, couldn't help but become curious about the child after seeing this scene. They also wanted to know how talented this little boy was.
At this time, Ma Hongjun smiled at Oscar and whispered.
"Brother Ao! How about we make a bet?"
"How about we see who can guess this child's innate soul power level?"
Seeing that Ma Hongjun was confident of winning, Oscar did not refuse. He carefully observed the little boy's martial spirit for a while and quickly came to a conclusion in his mind.
Oscar whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, this martial soul should be the Black Flame Demon Tiger, and the innate soul power level should be between six and nine. I can't figure out the specific number, so I'll guess an intermediate number."
!Eighth level!"
After hearing Oscar's guessed answer, the smile on Ma Hongjun's face grew stronger.
He raised his chubby hand and made a nine-level gesture.
Oscar did not argue with Ma Hongjun. He just fixed his eyes on the little boy on the stage. After all, after awakening the martial soul, he immediately tested the soul power with the crystal ball.
As the flames on the little boy disappeared, the middle-aged man swallowed hard.
He took out a martial arts illustrated book from his pocket.
In the section of the best martial arts, I found this little boy’s martial spirit.
Xuanyan Demon Tiger, a martial spirit produced by the mutation of Xuanyan Tiger. When the owner of the martial spirit awakens, he will burst into a tiger roar, his body will be wrapped in purple-black flames, and a purple-black flower will grow between his eyebrows.
Mark of Fire.
This is a positive mutation, and the strength of the martial spirit is often more powerful than that of the Xuanyan Tiger!
After closing the illustrated book, the middle-aged man's eyes first filled with joy, then a hint of complexity.
He put aside his previous impatience, smiled hypocritically, and said to Mao Hui kindly.
"Come! Children, put your hands up and let me test your innate soul power."
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the boy nodded towards him.
Very obediently, he placed his hand on the crystal ball and injected soul power into the crystal ball.
In an instant, the light blue crystal ball glowed with dazzling light.
The middle-aged man stared at the shining blue crystal ball with his eyes wide open.
His mind went blank, and he habitually reported the test results.
"Mao Hui, Wuhun Xuanyan Demon Tiger, innate soul power level..."
"Level 9!!!"
Upon hearing the results announced by the middle-aged man, there was a dead silence in the square, and then unprecedented cheers broke out.
After cheering, the villagers began to squeeze towards Mao Hui's parents. Some wanted to sharpen their guns before the battle to show their familiarity in front of Mao Hui's parents; some secretly reminded Mao Hui's parents of the help they had given them; and
It was then that he became a distant relative with Mao Hui’s parents.
Seeing such a scene, Ma Hongjun fell into memories. When he awakened his martial spirit in their village, it seemed to be like this.
After reminiscing, Ma Hongjun proudly said to Oscar, "How was it? Brother Ao, I won this time, right? I knew his innate soul power must be level nine!"
Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun with some confusion and asked, "Fat man, how can you be sure that he has level nine innate soul power? Spirits like the Xuan Yan Demon Tiger are generally at level seven or eight!"
Feeling Oscar's depression, Ma Hongjun said in a very disgusting manner, "Of course I'm sure! His awakening state is similar to mine back then! I have level nine soul power, so naturally he does too!"
Hearing Ma Hongjun's answer, Oscar shook his head and laughed. He originally thought Ma Hongjun had observed it, but it turned out to be a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.
In order to hit Ma Hongjun, Oscar had to reply lightly, "Oh! So that's it, maybe I awakened the food martial spirit! At that time, there was almost no movement when the martial spirit was awakened, that is, when I touched the crystal ball, the light was particularly dazzling.
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After hearing the conversation between the two, Zhuju felt desolate in his heart, as if he had been shot by Zhuge with his crossbow.
What do you want to do? Are you going to kill me? A ninth-level or tenth-level innate soul power is amazing?
Just as Zhuju was complaining crazily in his heart, Lin Haoran's heart was beating loudly. He was very excited at this moment.
Did I hear something I shouldn’t have heard?
But...I actually robbed a genius with full innate soul power! And he didn't die! And I even hugged him!!!
I'm so fierce!
Sure enough, robbery is the most promising profession!
Robbery yyds!!!
Of course Oscar doesn't know Lin Haoran's thoughts, otherwise he would probably be very angry with Lin Haoran.
......
After the martial soul awakening ceremony ended, the middle-aged man just took Mao Xiaozhu's family away, and told Mao Hui's family that Mao Hui's talent was too high. Later, the patriarch would personally send someone to pick them up. p>
After saying that, he hurriedly took Mao Xiaozhu and his family to the Wu family residence.
Watching the Wu family leave, an old man wearing a gray linen robe, leaning on a cane, walked out of the crowd with a glowing face, and announced loudly to the villagers:
"At seven o'clock tonight, our village will celebrate Mao Hui's awakening of the ninth level of innate soul power!"
Upon hearing the village chief's proposal, everyone agreed in unison, and then quickly dispersed to prepare for tonight's celebration ceremony.
Only the four Oscars did not leave. The four of them walked up to the village chief and said to him, "Hello, old man! We are tourists from out of town and would like to stay overnight in the village. Do you think it's okay?"
The old man chuckled, "Guests from afar, if you don't mind, how about I arrange for you to live in the house of the house that I just moved to?"
After hearing the old man's answer, Oscar nodded in agreement.
Then he followed the old man to the house where Mao Xiaozhu's family lived.
Arriving at the house where Mao Xiaozhu's family once lived, the old man said, "The environment is simple. Please don't suggest guests. At seven o'clock in the evening..."
Upon hearing the old man's invitation, Oscar immediately agreed.
Seeing Oscar's agreement, the old man left with a smile, preparing to prepare for tonight's celebration ceremony.
Back at the house, the four of them sorted out their supplies. Seeing that there was still little time left, they simply didn't practice and sat together to chat.