Douluo: Kizaru Douluo

The relationship between Zhang Yang and Tang San is still good, which is the result of Zhang Yang's deliberate management. After all, there is talk that the son of the plane lives at the end of the village. Will you also go and have a good relationship with him?

Not mixed with cold.

"Mistress, are you going out to play?" Zhang Yang knocked on the door of the dilapidated blacksmith shop and shouted loudly.

"Squeak."

The door was knocked open by Zhang Yang, and the sound of clanking iron was loud inside.

Zhang Yang looked through the crack in the door and saw that the thin Tang San was currently wearing a single coat with a blacksmith's apron tied around his waist. He was holding a forging hammer in both hands and was working hard on the red iron ingot in front of him.

"Hey? Xiao San, have you really started to learn blacksmithing?" Zhang Yang curiously looked at Tang San, who inherited his father's business.

"What's wrong with a son inheriting his father's legacy?" Tang San's hands kept moving, each blow filled with a sense of power.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Anyway, I will inherit my father's legacy in the future." Zhang Yang spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face: "But have you ever seen a blacksmith who can be knocked down by a gust of wind?"

Walking to Tang San, Zhang Yang patted Tang San on the shoulder: "You are too thin."

"I don't think so." Tang San said and hit the iron ingot with the hammer again, causing sparks to fly in all directions, startling Zhang Yang next to him.

"Wow, you are born with divine power." Zhang Yang said in surprise: "Why didn't you feel it before?"

"We are friends, there is no need for me to use such force on you." Tang San swung the hammer on the iron ingot again.

Zhang Yang nodded: "Fortunately, fortunately we are friends. Speaking of which, Xiaosan, the awakening ceremony will be held in a few days. What do you think your martial spirit is?"

"Martial spirit? Is there any explanation in this?" Tang San paused in his swing of the hammer.

"Of course, any martial spirit does not appear out of thin air. Generally speaking, it is inherited from parents." Zhang Yang crossed his shoulders: "For example, if my father's martial spirit is a wine barrel, then my martial spirit is also very likely to be It’s a wine barrel, of course, or it could be a hoe, like my mother’s.”

"Oh." Tang San nodded.

This knowledge is not so secret, it is all in books, and Zhang Yang doesn't have too many worries about speaking it out. It's just that Tang San didn't have the conditions to access this knowledge, so he let Zhang Yang pretend to be in front of him.

"So, mistress, you can ask Uncle Tang Hao to see what his martial spirit is." Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Tang San kept Zhang Yang's words in mind.

"However, martial spirits can also mutate. For example, it's probably donkeys, horses, and mules. Xiaosan, can you understand this?"

"Mules are more tolerant of rough feeding than horses, are tolerant of hard work, are less likely to get sick, have strong adaptability, strong pulling power and high endurance, and have a longer lifespan than horses and donkeys." Tang San nodded: "In that case, mutated martial spirits are still a good thing. Me?"

"How is this possible?" Zhang Yang sighed: "Mutated martial souls also have a direction of mutation. Advantageous mutations are certainly powerful, but they are rare exceptions. Mutating toward disadvantages is the fate of most mutated martial spirits. "

"I see." Tang San nodded.

Zhang Yang knew a lot, and could explain it to him in a very easy-to-understand way, which was why Tang San was willing to make friends with Zhang Yang.

"However, generally speaking, the probability of weapon souls and animal souls mutating is extremely low, because even if the martial souls are mysterious and mysterious, there is probably no way to force a sickle, hammer and animal together to mutate."

Tang San listened to Zhang Yang giving him some science information next to him, but his hands kept moving, putting the iron ingots into the furnace and vigorously pulling up the bellows.

Not long after the two of them chatted in front of the hot fire, a tall man suddenly appeared behind them.

"Didn't you cook?" Tang Hao's voice was tired and his tone was not good.

"Dad, the rice has been on the stove for a long time. I'm going to serve it for you." Tang San quickly put down the bellows in his hand and ran to prepare lunch.

Soon, lunch for the Tang family and his son was served.

A pot of rice, a dish of wild vegetables, a dish of pickles, that's all.

"Xiaosan, even if you are born with supernatural powers, you can't eat this every day. It will not be good for your future physical development." Zhang Yang frowned.

"I think this is pretty good, and even if I eat this every day, I will still have the strength to swing the hammer." Tang San's expression remained unchanged.

"Just be brave." Zhang Yang curled his lips and looked at Tang Hao, who looked indifferent: "Uncle Tang, what is your martial spirit?"

"Children, don't ask around. Aren't you going home for dinner?" Tang Hao avoided talking and instead ordered Zhang Yang to be kicked out.

"My parents have to open a shop at noon, so lunch at my house is always very early." Zhang Yang smiled and ignored Tang Hao's remarks, but continued to ask: "Uncle Tang, I will participate in the awakening ceremony in a few days, mistress You should also participate.”

"Yeah." Tang Hao nodded.

"Uncle Tang, what kind of martial spirit do you think Xiao San will be? Can he inherit your martial spirit?"

"..." Tang Hao looked at the shameless boy in front of him with an indifferent expression, then glanced at Tang San next to him with his ears raised. After thinking for a while, he still said: "It's a hammer."

"Oh, it turns out to be a hammer." Zhang Yang nodded, with the same expression on his face: "No wonder Uncle Tang's blacksmith skills are so good."

With that said, Zhang Yang patted Tang San next to him and said excitedly: "Xiao San, this is great. Once you inherit your uncle's martial spirit, it will be much easier when you are forging iron."

Tang San nodded. Who knew this? Compared with real objects, martial arts played a much greater role. Even ordinary people with no soul power would use their own martial spirits more powerfully than physical objects. Much more convenient.

But... Tang San glanced at his father and thought to himself: "Since it's a hammer, why has he never seen his father use it?"

In this way, time passed day by day. Because he was studying blacksmithing, Tang San lived a very fulfilling life, but on the contrary, he was very arrogant. Recently, he was listless and obviously lost a lot of weight. He even ate less.

Zhang Yang's parents were at a loss when they saw this scene. They thought Zhang Yang was sick and even invited a doctor to diagnose Zhang Yang.

However, all this actually stems from the anxiety in Zhang Yang's heart.

The world of martial arts is really cruel.

Let alone the fact that becoming a soul master will be accompanied by fighting for the rest of his life, Zhang Yang cannot accept the requirements of becoming a soul master.

He is not a son of destiny like Tang San. The fathers and mothers in this world are ordinary weapon souls with no innate soul power and no cultivation value. As their child, Zhang Yang will most likely be eliminated directly from this starting point.

Compared with the college entrance examination system in the previous life, this world's rules where you can't even work hard and will be eliminated directly are too cruel.

If you really have no way to practice, then you can only imagine your future.

With that in mind, the day of the awakening ceremony has arrived.

On this day, Zhang Yang put on brand new clothes, ate very delicious food, and was sent to the Wuhun Hall in the village by his parents who were also well-dressed.

Zhang Yang didn't need to think about it to know why the two of them were so well-dressed.

Don’t you think you will definitely awaken your soul power? When the time comes, dress up decently and be prepared to accept the envious looks and flattery from the surrounding villagers.

The Wuhun Hall in Holy Soul Village is just a larger wooden house, but inside the Wuhun Hall, there is a strange person standing there.

This person was brought by the village elder Jack. Judging from the village elder's attitude towards this young man, it must be the person sent by Wuhun Palace to awaken Zhang Yang and the others.

Not long after, Jack, the village elder who had just left, hurried over with Tang San.

"Xiao San, you're finally here." Zhang Yang greeted Tang San.

"Dear Soul Master, I'm going to trouble you this time." Village elder Jack showed great respect to the young man.

Village Chief Old Jack left the Wuhun Hall and took the door to the Wuhun Hall. Nine children, including Zhang Yang, prepared to start their soul awakening under Su Yuntao's arrangement.

"Kids, stand in a line."

Zhang Yang and Tang San stood at the far left of the team.

The young man smiled and said: "My name is Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth level great soul master, and I am your leader. Now, I will awaken your martial souls one by one. Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

While talking, Su Yuntao opened his package on the table nearby and took out two things from it, six round black stones and a shining blue crystal ball.

Su Yuntao arranged six black stones in a hexagonal shape on the ground, and then motioned for the first child on the right to stand in it.

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel it carefully." As he spoke, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up. In the horrified eyes of the children, he shouted, "Lone wolf, possessed."

A lot of gray hair grew rapidly all over Su Yuntao's body, his eyes turned dark green, his muscles expanded rapidly, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, rose under his feet.

All the children were very scared, but Zhang Yang was not only scared, but also surprised.

Lone wolf? Is this the world-famous martial spirit of Master Su Yuntao - a single dog?

The martial spirit in this world that can turn people into this shape is indeed a strange existence.

While watching Su Yuntao awakening martial arts spirits for other children, Tang San was quietly discussing with Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang, you have been under too much pressure recently. You are much more haggard today than yesterday." Tang San had excellent eyesight and could see through Zhang Yang's haggard expression at a glance.

"Xiao San, you don't understand what the future will be like if I can't awaken my soul power." Zhang Yang patted Xiao San on the shoulder: "This world is too cruel for a commoner like me."

"I am also a commoner." Tang San frowned. He felt that Zhang Yang's attitude towards him had changed, and a gap seemed to have formed between the two of them.

"But Uncle Tang's martial spirit is a hammer, which is fully capable of attacking." Zhang Yang shook his head in frustration: "And my father's martial spirit is just a wine barrel. What can the barrel be used for? How much soul power can it produce?"

As the two chatted, the martial spirits of the seven people in front of them had all been awakened, including sickles, hoes, and blue silver grass. However, no one has even half a level of soul power.

These people have been eliminated.

next.

Tang San was about to step forward, but was held back by Zhang Yang next to him.

"Mistress, I'll go first."

With that said, Zhang Yang bravely took a big step forward.

Stand in the center of the awakening formation in front of Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao was already a little tired at this time, but he was still ready to help all nine children complete the awakening process.

As Su Yuntao's six soul powers were injected into him, a pale golden light lit up.

Zhang Yang only felt as if he was in a warm world. The warm breath was slowly seeping into his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

Then, under the influence of this warm breath, a shackle of nothingness was broken, and all the warm breath quickly gathered behind Zhang Yang.

Then, under everyone's gaze, behind Zhang Yang, a 2-meter-tall little boy, a three-meter-tall man wearing a yellow and white striped suit and a white navy justice cape appeared quietly.

This man's temperament is particularly outstanding. Just standing there, he has a salty temperament of clocking in at work, fishing at work, and being active after get off work.

Zhang Yang also wanted to see what his martial spirit looked like, so he turned his head and was stunned.

Yellow...Kizaru?

His martial spirit is actually Kizaru?

Could it be said that he is really the protagonist?