Douluo's martial soul swallows

  In Douluo Continent, Tiandou Empire, and one of the four affiliated sects of Haotian Sect, Po Yi Clan is holding its annual martial soul awakening ceremony and intra-clan competition.

  All the clan members gathered in the sect, and people came and went.

  The six-year-old Wuhun awakening ceremony held in the Wuhun Hall was coming to an end when suddenly an earth-shattering shout was heard, "Reporting to the family master, Yang Wu has awakened the soul-breaking gun. The martial soul strength is level eight, and the innate soul power is level nine."

  An old man sitting in the main hall suddenly stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Really, this kid Yang Wu has awakened the eighth-level soul-breaking gun, which is two levels higher than his brother Yang Kai. He also has an innate soul." "Strength Level " His face was full of joy, sweeping away his originally gloomy face.

  This person was Yang Wudi, the leader of the Po clan, an eighty-two-level attack-type fighting soul douluo. Yin Jiu's eyes were instantly filled with warmth.

  Wuhun Palace is becoming more and more aggressive, constantly attacking all the major sects. Haotian Sect is hiding in the world, and the four major affiliated sects have long since left it and gone into hiding.

  As for the Yang family of the Po family, he was the only Douluo, and there was no leader among the younger generations. If he leaves, the Po family will disperse.

  Now that an eighth-grade Soul-Breaking Gun spirit suddenly appeared in the clan, he was naturally overjoyed.

  The martial spirit of the Broken Clan is the Soul-Breaking Spear, an offensive martial spirit.

  At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the grandson beside him, Yang Chen, his only grandson, and sighed secretly. This child's martial spirit awakened six years ago, and it turned out that it was not the Yang family's soul-breaking gun martial spirit, but a The mutated dog-tailed martial soul has no innate soul power at all.

  To put it bluntly, for this Douluo Continent where martial souls are supreme, a useless martial soul, coupled with a little innate soul power, is basically a useless person, and it is impossible to be promoted to a soul master in this life.

  He is the patriarch of the Po clan, and his son is gone. The only grandson, the future young clan leader, is a waste with a useless martial spirit and will never be promoted to a soul master. For the competitive Yang Wudi, this is One can imagine the severity of the blow.

  In the past six years, he has been studying various pharmacology and collecting various miraculous medicines in an attempt to change his grandson's body, but unfortunately, it has no effect.

  He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

  Soon, the martial soul awakening ceremony ended, and the next step was the clan competition.

  The competition of this tribe is divided into four groups according to their age. One group is under twelve years old, one group is between twelve and eighteen years old, one group is between eighteen and twenty-five years old, and one group is between twenty-five years old and twenty-five years old. The above is a set.

  The first group is the children's group under twelve years old.

  I saw the stage rolling and rolling, and one-on-one competitions continued.

  Soon, it was the turn of Yang Wu, who had just awakened the eighth-level martial spirit, to take the stage. He was the eighth-level martial spirit and instantly became the family's treasure. For a while, no one came on stage to compete with him.

  He stood for a while and saw his brother Yang Kai winking at him from time to time. He looked at Yang Chen, nodded and said loudly, "I challenge the young patriarch Yang Chen."

  When he shouted, everyone was stunned and looked at Yang Chen. At the same time, they felt secretly pitiful for him and felt sad for the clan leader Yang Wudi.

  A twelve-year-old young patriarch was challenged by a six-year-old child who had just awakened his martial spirit. Regardless of victory or defeat, it would be a huge loss. What's more, with Yang Chen's thin body and useless martial spirit, he really wasn't like this. The opponent of Yang Wu, who had just awakened the eighth-level martial spirit.

  Martial spirits are inherently suppressive.

  In fact, every year in the clan competition, someone challenges Yang Chen. Three times in the past five years, it was Yang Kai, the genius who awakened the sixth-grade soul-breaking gun.

  Every time, Yang Chen was beaten by Yang Kai until his nose was black and his eyes were swollen, and he was completely disfigured and humiliated.

  The other two times were also arranged by Yang Kai secretly.

  Before Yang Wu awakened his martial spirit, Yang Kai had the highest talent. He was the grandson of the great elder of the clan. The great elder was Yang Wudi's cousin and one of the contenders for the clan leader back then.

  The tribesmen are all well aware of the fishy nature of this.

  The eldest elder wants to promote his grandson to the throne, succeed him as the young patriarch, and realize his unfulfilled wish back then.

  Yang Wudi also knew about this, but it was a matter between children, and he had nothing to do. Every time after the clan competition, he would take Yang Chen back with a pale face.

  But those few times, after all, they were compared with children of similar age, so they lost.

  But this time, it was a six-year-old child competing with his grandson, and the nomination was called. The six-year-old challenged the twelve-year-old, and he was bound to lose.

  Yang Wudi really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in to avoid embarrassment.

  This is a clan rule. No matter who he is, as long as he is in a group, he cannot change it.

  Everyone stared at Yang Chen.

  At this time, Yang Chen raised his head and looked at Yang Wu on the stage. He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, you little bastard, you are looking for death. You can't blame me. If you want to blame, you can only blame your brother.

  Yang Wudi and all the tribesmen didn't know that this Yang Chen was no longer the original Yang Chen. When he was hunting a soul beast three days ago, he was beaten to death by Yang Kai and was crossed over by a man also named Yang Chen. Possessed.

  And this Yang Chen is a top student at Huaqing University on the distant Blue Mercury. He has just entered his freshman year and is usually obsessed with online games. In the middle of the night three days ago, while playing the Douluo game, he suddenly passed away. Nothing happened. All indicators are normal, and his physical fitness is also super good.

  Hence the present Yang Chen.

  Yang Chen glanced sideways at Yang Kai and thought to himself, you boy, I don't know whether to thank you or hate you. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come to this Douluo Continent that fascinates me, and meet Tang San Xiaoxiao. Wu and others met, and joined hands with them to traverse this mysterious continent; but it was you who killed Yang Chen in this life. Since I possess his body, I must avenge him, otherwise, he There is no peace under the Nine Springs.

  Then collect some interest from your brother first.

  Yang Chen slowly walked towards the ring, and all the clan members looked at him.

  I thought he must be ashamed and angry, but I saw that his face was calm, neither happy nor angry, and he was calm.

  "Our young patriarch is not going crazy with anger, right? Poor young patriarch."

  "It's like this every year. Maybe the young patriarch is used to it. In fact, it's not the young patriarch who is pitiful, but our patriarch."

  Someone in the audience said softly.

  Yang Chen came on stage, stood in front of Yang Wu, and said with a smile on his face, "Brother Wu, challenge me."

  Yang Wu nodded childishly and said, "Yes, I will challenge you."

  Yang Chen said, "Brother Wu, are you sure you won't regret it?"

  Yang Wu raised his head and said, "You are such a loser. You fell down with just one shot from me. What do I have to regret?"

  Yang Chen was still hesitant at first, but at this time, he didn’t worry too much. Yang Wu was only six years old and could say these words. He was accustomed to hearing Yang Kai and the Great Elder say these things. With these two people, Yang Wu It won't be any better in the future.

  Think of the system silently in your mind and turn it on.

  I just saw a picture appear in my mind

  Host Yang Chen

  Wuhun dog tail grass

  Grade 0

  No soul ring

  Martial Arts Soul-Breaking Spear Technique

  Martial Soul Devouring 0

  Universal evolution

  Soul power 1000

  This is the system that has appeared in his mind since he woke up. He has simulated it many times. As long as he activates his soul power, the system will be activated.

  But I have never tried it, nor have I found a chance to try it.

  There is a martial soul swallowing function in this system, which literally means to swallow martial souls. Let’s take this Yang Wu knife sacrificial system and give it a try today.

  He chuckled again and said to Yang Wu, "Brother Wu, my health is not good. You must give me some relief. At least give me some face and don't let me lose too ugly."

  When everyone heard him openly begging for mercy on the stage, they all sighed secretly. The young patriarch was getting more and more disappointed.

  Yang Wudi was even more embarrassed.

  Yang Wu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "No wonder my grandfather and brother both said that you are not worthy of being the young patriarch. You are really a loser. Don't worry, I won't let you lose too ugly. I will definitely let you climb down from this ring."

  Yang Chen nodded and said, "I'll thank Brother Wu first, let's get started."

  Yang Wu curled his lips and said, "Trash, look at my eighth-grade soul-breaking gun."

  Immediately activate the martial spirit.

  But when they saw a golden spear about five feet long with a faint halo lying across the air, everyone shouted in unison.

  "It's really an eighth-grade martial spirit. It's just five feet long after it has just awakened."

  "A genius is a genius. The first time you cast it, there will be a faint halo. This is the best soul-breaking gun. Brother Chen will definitely become a Douluo in the future."

  Yang Wu listened to everyone's praise, his face was full of pride, he reached out to grab the soul-breaking gun, and shouted, "Yang Chen, suffer death."

  Unexpectedly, when he grabbed it, he caught nothing. The soul-breaking gun that was clearly horizontal in the air suddenly dimmed and shrank into a thin needle less than three inches in the blink of an eye.

  At the same time, he felt a pain in his mind, and couldn't help but fall to the ground with an "ah" sound, and the soul-breaking gun disappeared.

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