Douluo: No thoughts

Tang San still struggled with that piece of iron every day, but his attention on Tang Wunian's body increased significantly. There were only two of them Tang Sect disciples in this world. He didn't want and didn't dare to think about how lonely he would be if something happened to Tang Wunian. At least for now, they can still discuss things about Tang Sect quietly.

Tang San is a disciple of the outer sect, and he has limited what he has learned. Even though he learned the inner sect practice secretly later, it is not as good as Tang Wunian, who has been with Tang Aotian since he was a child. Tang Wunian’s hidden weapon can be said to be no one in the Tang sect. Enemy, and although Tang San has high attainments in hidden weapons, he is better at poison. After all, at that time, Tang San had few top hidden weapons in the Tang Sect. Few people could produce them, and Tang Wunian's age was the pinnacle of the hidden weapons in Tang Sect.

Tang San vigorously wielded the hammer, while Tang Wunian was practicing on the sidelines. He was in poor health and lacked his skills, so he couldn't make hidden weapons. As a Tang Sect disciple, he couldn't even make hidden weapons, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

"Tang Hao, are you busy?" While Tang Wunian was concentrating on his exercises, an old voice came from outside. It was the afternoon, and Tang Hao was building farm tools. He just gave a hum.

The one who came was an old man who looked more than sixty years old. He was thin and long, but he was full of energy and his clothes were clean and tidy. Compared with Tang Hao, it was two extremes.

This person Tang Wunian knew, and he was the elder Jack of the village.

Tang Hao said coldly, "Is there anything wrong, village chief?"

Old Jack seems to have gotten used to Tang Hao's attitude, "Tang Hao, Xiao San and Xiao Nian are also almost six years old, and they should also participate in this year's awakening ceremony."

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and Tang Wunian, and said calmly, "Then participate."

Old Jack said, "I'll pick them up in three days." Looking at Tang Hao, Old Jack obviously wanted to say: If he counts on you to send them, I'm afraid it will be delayed.

Tang Hao nodded and ignored the village chief. Tang San and Tang Wunian came to Old Jack's side and asked curiously, "Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"

Old Jack said sternly: "Each of us has our own martial arts spirit, and we must perform an awakening ceremony when we are about six years old. With a martial arts spirit, some aspects of our abilities will be enhanced, even the most common martial arts spirit. It will be helpful. If you have an excellent spirit to cultivate, then you may even become a soul master. The awakening ceremony only takes place once a year. This time, the deacon is a soul of a great soul master Master, I can't let you miss it."

Tang Wunian had only heard vaguely about the power system of this world. There was no martial arts in this world, but there was something called Wuhun. It is said that everyone has their own martial arts spirit, and very few of them can practice martial arts spirit, and thus form a profession—soul master.

Wuhun is divided into two categories: one is weapon spirit, and the other is beast spirit.

As the name suggests, those who use utensils as martial souls are weapon martial arts; those who use animals as martial souls are beast martial souls. Relatively speaking, the scope of weapon spirits is larger, and most people are also weapon spirits, and the proportion of spirits that cannot be cultivated in weapon spirits is larger than that of beast spirits.

Neither of them understood. At this time, seizing this opportunity would naturally not let it go easily. Tang San held old Jack, "What does the great spirit master mean?"

Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San. In his heart, Tang Hao's child was the most sensible child in the village, but it was a pity that he met such a father.

"Great soul masters are the title of the soul master level. Soul masters are the most noble profession in our entire Douluo continent. They can be powerful fighters, or they can have excellent auxiliary abilities, but no matter which type of soul master, their level They are all sorted by the same title."

"Soul masters have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of the martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles. Each title is divided into ten ranks. The one who has just started at first is called the soul man. As long as the soul is awakened, Everyone is a spirit master. If the spirit can be cultivated, when the spirit power reaches the eleventh level, it will enter the next title, that is, the soul master. The great soul master is the third in the entire title sequence. After reaching the realm of a great soul master, you are already a very powerful soul master. The overall ten titles are like this."

"Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Sage, Soul Contra and Titled Douluo. This is where the name of our Douluo Continent comes from. In the legend, Title Douluo who has reached level ninety or above can take a title for themselves, and they are simply invincible!"

The eyes were shining with pride, "Our Holy Soul Village had an eighth-class soul sage a hundred years ago. It is extremely rare in the entire Notting City, and even the entire Fasno Province."

Tang Hao curled his lips on the side, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."

As if touched by the scales, Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend? The legend also comes from facts. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years. You should understand the status of the soul saint in our hearts. If you let me hear you insulting Master Soul Sage, I will expel you from the village. If it weren’t for Xiaosan and Xiao Nian’s sake, do you think I’m willing to come to your doghouse?"

Tang Hao didn't get angry, he still beat the farm tools in his hands, as if he hadn't heard Jack's words.

Jack gave him a fierce look, and then said to Tang San: "You must not be so decadent like your father in the future. Okay, I will leave first. I will pick you up in three days."

After speaking, the old Jack left the smithy angrily.

"Dad." Tang San called.

"Yeah" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly.

Seeing the chill in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang San grabbed Tang Wunian who wanted to speak, lowered his head and pulled him back to the room.