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At this moment, in the Wuhun Branch Hall in Notting City, an uninvited guest walked into the branch hall.

"Mian, Mianxia"

In the branch hall, when a white-haired elderly soul master saw the person coming, a trace of surprise first flashed in his eyes, and then he hurriedly saluted.The old soul master's name is Martino. He is 81 years old this year. He rarely leaves the Wuhun branch in Notting City. Logically speaking, he should not know the visitor, but the token in the visitor's hand proves that own identity.

It was an extremely beautiful token with six different patterns imprinted on it.This is a token issued by Wuhun Palace itself to elders representing Titled Douluo level.In addition, the honorary elders certified by Wuhun Palace also hold such tokens.But no matter what, there is absolutely nothing wrong with saluting.

The person holding the token was a gentle boy about 16 years old. He saw Martino saluting him and knew that Martino recognized his token, so he smiled slightly and said:

"There is no need to be polite, old man. I just happened to be passing by here and knew that the spirit awakening ceremony in this area was about to begin. I just came to see it."

Martino was stunned for a moment. In his opinion, people who hold such tokens should come here for important things, but to observe the martial soul awakening ceremony

Maybe it's a cover-up.

The old soul master didn't dare to think too much. He responded respectfully, invited the young man to the hall first, and immediately started to prepare.

In the middle of his work, he slapped his forehead fiercely, looked at the young man sitting on the chair and flipping through books, smiled bitterly, and asked cautiously:

"I'm really stupid. I didn't ask for your honorable name. I don't know how to address you."

"No problem, no problem."

The young man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Me, my name is Xue Qinghe."

Although his tone was very nonchalant, opposite him, the old soul master Martino's eyes suddenly widened.

Xue Qinghe, isn’t this the name of the current Crown Prince?

Three days passed very quickly, and the life of the Tang family was not affected at all by the upcoming martial soul awakening ceremony.Tang San still practiced Xuantian Technique and Purple Demon Eyes every day, as well as the indispensable task of blacksmithing.Tang Chen was busy sorting out the templates he had just obtained.Tang Hao rarely drinks alcohol these days. In addition to instructing Tang San in blacksmithing every day, he would also sit on a stool and watch the two brothers in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Xiao San, Xiao Chen, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop on time. Perhaps because he was tired of Tang Hao, he didn't even go in this time, he only called Tang San and Tang Chen outside.

Tang San glanced at his father who just had breakfast beside him.Tang Hao said coldly: "Go. Don't delay cooking at noon."

Tang Chen didn't have such ink marks. He walked straight to Old Jack and waited for Tang San.

Under the leadership of Old Jack, Tang San and Tang Chen followed him to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.Of course, this so-called Wuhun Palace is just a larger wooden house.

Because everyone has a martial spirit, every year there are children who awaken their martial spirit.Therefore, in any place in Douluo Continent, you can see the figure of Spirit Hall.Of course, these are just divisions.The levels are different.

There are a total of nine children in Holy Soul Village undergoing martial soul awakening this year, and the two brothers, led by Old Jack, are the last two to come.

The children in the village didn't think highly of them. Apart from hating the poor and loving the rich, more importantly, Tang Chen and Tang San were too lazy to deal with them.Both of them have been together for two generations, and their actual ages are firmly over 30 years old.In the eyes of the two "middle-aged people", even though the children in Douluo Continent are relatively precocious, they are still a little too young, and neither of them is interested in playing house with the children.

Therefore, they have no childhood playmates.

In addition to the village chief Jack and the nine children who were present, there was also a young man in the Wuhun Palace. This man looked like he was only in his teens. Although he looked very gentle, there was a sense of nobility in his every move.

Tang Chen looked at the young man stupidly behind the crowd, feeling a nagging feeling in his heart that he didn't know whether to vomit or not.

As promised, "the protagonist of Liu Shui, the iron-clad Su Yuntao", who are you, this eldest brother?

Old Jack was not surprised at all. As early as two days ago, he received a notice that the soul master who came to perform the martial soul awakening ceremony this time was not Su Yuntao from the last time.Because this position changes frequently, he was not too surprised even if the soul master who came this time was unexpectedly young.

In the world of soul masters, there are many things that are beyond common sense.

At this moment, this young man was dressed in a white outfit with a black cloak behind him. In the center of his chest, there was a fist-sized soul character.This is the standard attire for personnel directly under the Wuhun Palace.

On the left chest, there is a badge engraved with a long sword. There are a total of four long swords intertwined on the badge.People like Jack who are very familiar with soul masters know that the number of four handles represents the soul master's fourth-level title, Soul Master, and the long sword represents that the deacon from Wuhun Palace is a fighting soul master. .

At this time, even Old Jack couldn't help but take a breath. He really didn't expect that this young man was already a Soul Lord.

"Hello, respected War Spirit Lord, I'm going to trouble you this time." Old Jack saluted the young man respectfully.

The young man also bowed slightly and said warmly: "It's okay, this is my job."

Old Jack said: "Okay. Children, this is the spirit master from Notting City. Next, he will lead you to open your own spirit. You must cooperate with the master to awaken the spirit. Grandpa is looking forward to it. There are people among you who can become soul masters."

The young man on the side listened to Old Jack's words quietly, but a complicated color flashed in his eyes.He knew that there were very few people with soul master qualifications, but he did not expect that there would be such a small number.He has held martial soul awakening ceremonies in six villages, but there is no one with soul master qualifications.

After Old Jack finished speaking, he saluted the young man again and then withdrew.

The young man's eyes fell on the nine children in front of him, and he looked gentler.During this period of time, he will be doing this kind of work.

"Children, come here and stand in a line."

The nine children stood in front of the boy, with Tang San and Tang Chen standing on the far left.Their bodies are stronger than children of the same age.This is all because of Tang Chen's "aura". Although he vomited after eating rabbits, his body was much stronger than his peers.

The young man smiled and said: "My name is Xue Qinghe, a level 36 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."

Xueqinghe Xueqinghe

Tang Chen, who was standing indifferently below, was stunned. He almost subconsciously raised his head and looked at the young man on the stage with disbelief.

Old Jack didn't know what this name represented, but as a time traveler, how could he not know that this name not only represented the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, but more importantly, this crown prince might have been swapped.

Xue Qinghe, who was standing in front, raised his eyebrows. He obviously felt the shocked gaze.

Interestingly, in this remote village, there are still people who know the meaning of the name Xueqinghe

Thinking like this, he looked towards Tang Chen.