Douluo: Sign in from the Holy Soul Village

"This?"

"Is this? Oh my God!"

The expression on Jack's face was more complicated and full of helplessness.

Tang San seemed to have wasted his talent in cultivation because his martial spirit was too rubbish. Ye Feng's martial spirit was not sure good or bad, and his talent was very average.

"Master, is it really impossible to practice Blue Silver Grass?"

Jack asked with one last glimmer of hope.

"It's not like you can't practice,"

"But do you think there are any advantages to a martial spirit like Lan Yincao? If you become a soul master, you will probably be a useless soul master."

Su Yuntao patted Old Jack on the shoulder and said.

"I'm going to the next village."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man left the cabin.

"Grandpa Jack, what is a soul ring?"

"How can I obtain a soul ring?"

Tang San couldn't help asking.

"I don't know how to explain it, but if you want to get a soul ring, you have to kill the soul beast first,"

"That's something only soul masters know."

Is Jack's explanation vague?

"Oh, mistress, I didn't expect your talent to be so outstanding,"

"It's a pity that you have an alcoholic father. He didn't take good care of you, and he didn't pass on a good martial spirit to you. Otherwise, you might become the second soul saint to come out of the outer gate village."

"Tell Grandpa, do you want to go to the Soul Master Academy to learn more knowledge?"

"There are professional teachers there to guide you."

Old Jack knelt down and gently patted Tang San's hair.

Ye Feng just laughed at this.

Tang San's martial spirit is useless?

One is the Blue Silver Emperor, passed down from his mother, and the other is the Clear Sky Hammer, which comes from the Titled Douluo Tang Hao.

These two martial spirits were both top-grade and excellent, and Tang San inherited both of them.

The talent of the Pope of Wuhun Palace is also on the same level as Tang San!

"Grandpa Jack,"

"I have to ask my dad whether I want to go to the academy or not."

Although Tang San wanted to definitely agree, he still mentioned his father.

Only then did the old man remember.

No matter how sensible Tang San was, he was only a child, and his father's consent was required for such a thing.

"Let's go, mistress,"

"Grandpa will go home with you."

Jack said seriously.

He didn't want to see that sloppy drunkard, but for Tang San's future, he had to take this trip.

"Xiao Feng, just go back first."

Old Jack didn't forget to say hello to Ye Feng.

"Ok."

Ye Feng nodded without much hesitation.

The old man took Tang San away, and he returned to his shabby little house.

Martial spirits are shadows, and he has to think about this carefully.

As for Tang San, there is a place in the village for a work-study student to go to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Judging from Old Jack's plan, it was obvious that he wanted Tang San to become a work-study student.

Ye Feng didn't care and had no objections.

Anyway, he has plenty of money. More than a hundred gold coins are enough for an ordinary family to live with food and clothing for a lifetime. Of course, he can also buy a place to study in an academy.

If he remembered the plot time correctly, the next junior soul master academy enrollment will be three months from now.

......

Back home, the little boy sat on the bed and meditated again.

"System, analyze the shadow martial spirit for me."

Ye Feng said softly.

"Return to host,"

"The essence of the shadow martial spirit is the expression of spiritual power. After all, the real shadow is just a projection,"

"In the future, it is also recommended that various abilities obtained by the host be found from spiritual soul beasts, so as to unlock the true abilities of the martial soul."

The cold female voice replied calmly.

Although it was very vague, Ye Feng still understood the key points.

Shadow is not a shadow in the true sense. It can only be said to be a product of mental power, and the form it manifests is shadow.

"A spiritual soul beast?"

"Where can I, a level three weakling, kill soul beasts?"

"If you don't give me some cheats, I guess it will be hard for me to practice until I reach the tenth level."

Ye Feng hummed dissatisfied.

However, the system has fallen into silence again, and has always dealt with such problems and complaints coldly.

Do not ask.

The question is, if you are an African chieftain, who do you blame if you are not lucky enough to get good things?

He has been with this system for so long, and naturally he understands its temper.

"All right,"

"I won't say any more nonsense. Today is the thirty-sixth day of signing in,"

"You haven't told me the specific mission yet?"

Ye Feng asked.

"Ding,"

"At eight o'clock in the evening, we will wait in the bathroom of Xiaomei's house."

The sound of the system sounded faintly.

Ye Feng: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a

"Depend on!"

"Nima, you are trying to destroy my innocence!"

Ye Feng wailed.

Although Xiaomei's name is Xiaomei, she is actually a fat girl about ten years old, with a face that makes people dare not compliment her.

Although it can't be said to be ugly, it definitely has nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

This is a small village.

If he goes there to squat and is discovered, wouldn't it mean that the chastity of a good family man would be lost?

Maybe even the villagers here will arrange a baby kiss!

It’s simply outrageous!

"I think the toilet last time is more reliable,"

"After all, if a five-year-old child goes to the wrong toilet, no one will gossip,"

"But the system actually asked me to spy on a little girl taking a shower. I'm going to get slapped!"

"You want me, Ye Feng, to be a wise, powerful, elegant and suave person, but in the end, I'm being cheapened by a village girl?"

"People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and the world is getting worse!"

Someone was rolling on the bed and howling.

But the cold system still maintained its usual silence.

Ye Feng suddenly felt that in the eyes of the system, he was probably as ridiculous as a circus monkey.

"The system is paralyzed."

The little boy cursed.

"Go and go!"

"I think I, Ye Feng, understood the meaning of the sword at the age of one, mastered the divine sword at the age of three, fought against all the masters in the empire at the age of five, and was able to use grass and trees as swords at the age of six. I am revered as a sword master across the continent,"

"It's just a rural bathroom, why not go there!"

Ye Feng suddenly improved his skills.

He said it seriously, almost believing the story himself.

"Host, you didn't travel into this body until you were five years old,"

"Secondly,"

"You are not a sword master, you are at most a cheap saint."

The system taunted.

"You piece of trash, you know nothing about the sword master!"

"So what if I am a cheap saint today?"

"I don't believe what can be done to me, Mr. Ye, just by signing in!"

......

Time passes like water.

Soon, it was evening in the blink of an eye.

The light of the setting sun dissipated in the sky, and the last brilliance dyed the clouds blood red, with an inexplicable tragic beauty.

"Mistress, do you know?"

"Everyone will die eventually. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."

"Today is a great day to be a hero,"

"If I don't come back, remember to burn paper in front of my grave every year. By the way, you'd better burn some beautiful girls. I will be very lonely alone."

Ye Feng patted the mistress on the shoulder and said seriously.

Tang San smiled speechlessly, his face tanned by the sun getting a little darker.

This is so funny than Ye Feng...

Going to the bathroom is so tragic.

Those who didn’t know better thought you were going to the battlefield to kill enemies for the empire.

It's outrageous!