Start by entering the world of Douluo

"Third brother, this is your village chief's new grandson."

With a crisp and lively voice, Ji Changzong followed the words and saw a little girl wearing pink clothes and a long scorpion braid jumping out from behind the boy. She opened a pair of big glazed eyes and looked at him curiously.

"Yes, I am the grandson adopted by Grandpa Jack. My name is Ji Changzong." Ji Changzong answered honestly.

"This is Xiao Wu. Sure enough, the protagonist's future wife is good-looking," he thought to himself.

However, his eyes only glanced at him, his attention always focused on the boy in front of him who was half a head taller than him.

Tang San, the future Poseidon.

The idol of junior high school students, so many years have passed, and now I actually meet him in real life.

This is much easier to deal with than the cruel and evil Ye Heizi. He is sincere and sincere, and he is a friend worth making.

Of course, novels are novels, so you can learn from them, but it would be too naive to believe them to be true.

Get to know time slowly. What Ji Changzong lacks most now is time. It is normal for senior monks to stay in seclusion for decades. If they stay in seclusion for a few years, there is no problem at all and they are very comfortable.

"Well, you can be considered a relative of Xiaosan. Since you are a relative of Xiaosan, you will hang out with me from now on. Call me Sister Xiaowu and come and listen." Xiaowu patted Ji Changzong's shoulder and said with a smile, two words leaking out of his face. Shallow dimples.

Tang San stood aside, seemingly helpless: "Don't worry, this is my sister Xiao Wu, we are one year older than you, you can really call her Sister Xiao Wu. Next we will take you to the dormitory Well, we will live in the same place in the next few years."

"Sister Xiaowu, Third Brother"

Ji Changzong called him very smoothly, without any burden on his heart. These two people were a time traveler and a hundred thousand year soul beast. They were both older than him in actual age and current age. It was not shabby at all to call him brother or sister.

What happened next was nothing to talk about, it was just some trivial matters reported at school. With Tang San Xiaowu, the two junior school bullies, and few unsighted people coming to trouble them, things went smoothly.

In this way, Ji Changzong began his academic career, studying knowledge during the day, practicing the Void Sutra at night, and occasionally going to Tang San to get familiar with emotions.

The effect of this was that his relationship with Tang San Xiaowu was quickly drawn into each other. He went from being a strange relative of an acquaintance to becoming a younger brother. It was really gratifying and gratifying.

In addition, Ji Changzong is also waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to get to know the master.

The stuff there is the real stuff, and the stuff taught in the Junior Soul Master School

In short, the sooner you make friends with the master, the sooner you can plan your first soul ring.

"Xiao Zong, let me tell the teacher about your martial arts. Come with me tonight."

In the Junior Soul Master Academy, more than a month has passed, and Ji Changzong's life is proceeding step by step. A few weeks ago, he had vaguely mentioned to Tang San the specialness of his martial spirit. It was unclear whether Tang San would ask the master for help.

Fortunately, today, a week later, the master finally let Tang San find him.

There are all kinds of strange martial arts spirits in the world, including weapon spirits, animal spirits, plant spirits, etc., but very few of these spirits actually have the potential for cultivation.

The reason why Tang San was looked down upon by others even though he was unique in his innate soul power was because his martial soul was blue silver grass, the waste martial soul among the waste martial souls.

There are no useless martial souls, only useless people. This sentence was what Tang San said when he was fooling others. He also had a hammer martial spirit and these people couldn't see it.

Far away.

Seeing Ji Changzong agree happily, Tang San turned around and left without saying anything more. He is a busy man. He either goes to the library to read or goes to the blacksmith shop to make iron every day. It is estimated that this is the time when he will come up with all the hidden weapons he will have in the future.

At night, Tang San appeared in front of Ji Changzong's dormitory door on time and took him to see the master.

One of the ten core competitivenesses of Wuhun proposed by Grandmaster that year was that the quality of Wuhun was directly related to the level of innate soul power. Grandmaster was interested in him probably not only because of his mistress.

The small town of Notting is too small, how many talented soul masters can there be?

Ji Changzong followed Tang San silently until he wandered to a room door. Tang San was about to knock on the door when a slightly tired and melancholy voice came from inside.

"The third door is unlocked, you can just come in."

"Let's go in. You just need to call me Master later. Master is my teacher and has rich knowledge. When I ask you questions, you only need to answer them truthfully. He will help you understand Wuhun." Before going in, Tang San He told him.

Ji Changzong nodded, indicating that he knew.

As the door opened, the layout of the room gradually became clear. This is a medium-sized room of about 100 square meters, much smaller than their student dormitory. It's just that students live in the dormitory, and books live in this room.

Various bookshelves are filled with densely packed books, and strange-shaped bottles and jars are also piled up in every corner of the house.

In the center of the bookshelf, a wisp of light blue firelight danced. A middle-aged man in his forties was lying on the table under the light, writing.

Ji Changzong has seen the appearance of the master. He is a handsome uncle who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. His deep eyes are full of decadence, as if he has seen through the world and possesses endless wisdom. Thick dark circles hanging under his eyes, coupled with his messy short and medium hair, he is a man who takes "mourning" to the extreme.

There are many rumors about the master in the academy. Genius and loser, this kind of evaluation is very polarizing, causing everyone to respect him on the surface, but at the same time feel disdain for him.

"You are Ji Changzong. What a strange name. Did your biological parents give you the surname Ji?"

"Yeah" Ji Changzong tilted his head to look at Tang San in confusion.

Does the master still pay attention to people with last names? If he can't make up any origins and identities, the secret will be exposed.

"My father took it, but he is no longer in this world long ago," Ji Changzong said in a low mood, quietly saying sorry to his father in his heart.

You have never been to this world, and I have not cursed you.

"There once appeared in Douluo Continent a titled Douluo whose martial spirit was a mirror. He was very powerful, but he was not named Ji. Show your martial spirit."

The master closed the notebook on the desk, stood up slowly, and walked to him.

"You have an innate eighth-level soul power, and the possibility of your martial soul being a mutated martial soul is extremely high. In terms of research on mutated martial souls, I believe that no one can surpass me. I don't know if you can trust me."