From Douluo to Wanjie

Guyang returned to the house, turned on the bed and went to sleep.

After running with all his strength all afternoon, even with the glazed golden silk Gu, it was difficult to regain his energy.

The next morning.

After Gu Yang woke up, he continued to go out to exercise.

"Good morning, Xiao San." Not long after Guyang left the house, he met Tang San who was also training, so he naturally went to say hello.

"Brother Guyang!" Tang San said, feeling a little strange seeing Guyang getting up so early.

At this moment, Tang San stopped and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Guyang, can you please stop calling me Xiaosan?"

"Don't call you Xiaosan?" Guyang smiled, "Then what do you call...Dasan!"

"No...it's not." Tang San waved his hands quickly and said a little feebly: "Forget it, you can call me whatever you want, Brother Guyang."

Tang San seemed to accept his fate, no longer struggling, turned around and continued to jump towards the top of the mountain.

Gu Yang looked at Tang San's back and chuckled, "It's impossible not to call me Xiao San!"

Guyang withdrew his gaze and flexed his muscles, "The day's plan begins in the morning, and you must practice hard."

Immediately, Guyang started running around the village again.

"The system has said before that the higher the level of my innate soul power, the more powerful the awakened martial soul will be. I absolutely cannot give up this opportunity." Gu Yang said.

Not only Gu Yang, if other people could have this opportunity, they would probably work harder than Gu Yang.

You must know that the higher the level of innate soul power, the higher the talent, the greater the achievements in the future, and the greater the chance of breaking through to a titled Douluo and becoming a strong person.

"Good morning, Aunt Wang. You are so beautiful today. Are you ready to go to the market?"

"Uncle Ma, you are really energetic. You do morning exercises every day. You are awesome."

"Little Carrot Head, don't climb so high. What's the point of digging out a bird's nest? What should I do if I fall?"

Guyang met many people along the way and said hello with a smile.

"Xiao Yangzi, if you know how to train hard at such a young age, you will definitely become a powerful soul master in the future."

"I'm borrowing auspicious words from Uncle Zhang."

Gu Yang kept running hard, suppressing the feeling of giving up in his heart, secretly saying that he must hold on.

Guyang stayed like this for the next few days, exercising hard during the day and falling asleep at night, snoring loudly.

Five days later, when Guyang broke the limit again and the soul power in his dantian no longer increased, Guyang stopped.

"The innate soul power is finally full." Guyang sighed, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

He was about 1.4 meters tall at this time, his skin was a healthy wheat color, perhaps due to the effect of the glazed golden silk Gu, and his small face was so handsome.

Overall, he looks like a handsome guy.

"Nephew, come out quickly, Master Su Yuntao has come to our village."

Old Jack's urgent voice came from outside the house.

"Grandpa, I'm here." After hearing this, Gu Yang ran out quickly.

In addition to old Jack, there were eight children outside the house, four boys and four girls.

When the children saw Guyang, their eyes were full of respect, which could also be said to be fear, and they quickly gave up the middle position.

Gu Yang was not polite and walked in directly. After traveling to Douluo Continent, he basically had nothing to do.

Therefore, when he sees naughty children, he can't help but teach them a lesson. He can't deal with teenagers, but he can deal with these children under ten years old. Otherwise, he will be called children. Where is the king?

"Come on, let's go call the mistress, and then everyone will be here." Old Jack said.

After a boy heard that he was going to call Tang San, he couldn't help but have a trace of disdain flash in his eyes.

The children in the village didn't think much of Tang San, it wasn't just among the nobles who hated the poor and loved the rich, this situation was even more obvious among the common people.

Guyang's grandfather is the village chief. Although his position is not the most powerful, it is certainly not bad, so they obey Guyang.

Guyang glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye, said nothing, and followed Old Jack's footsteps.

It is a complete waste of time to have anything to say to such a brat, and you will regret it later.

They wanted to play with Tang San, but Tang San probably wasn't willing yet. You know, Tang San himself was born in two generations, and his actual age was already over thirty. Naturally, he didn't want to deal with these children. For him, there was something redundant. Time is better spent practicing.

Therefore, Tang San's only playmate was Guyang.

"Mistress, are you at home?" Old Jack shouted outside.

Tang San's house was a blacksmith's shop and there was a lot of dust. Old Jack was dressed very solemnly today and didn't want his clothes to get dirty, so he didn't go in.

"Grandpa Jack, do you have anything to do with Mistress?" Soon, Tang San walked out of the room, followed by Tang Hao.

"Little San, come, let Grandpa take a look." Old Jack waved to Tang San.

"Hello, Grandpa Jack." Tang San walked up to Old Jack and saluted him respectfully. He was grateful to Grandpa Jack.

In the early years, when Tang San's family was in the most difficult times, he often asked Brother Guyang to send food over, and Brother Guyang would take the opportunity to get a few more pieces of meat.

At this moment, Tang Hao said coldly: "Is something wrong, village chief?

Old Jack is actually less than ten years older than him, but he insists on being a generation above him, which has always made Tang Hao a little unhappy.

Old Jack seemed to be used to Tang Hao's attitude, so he ignored him, looked at Tang San, and said:

"Grandpa will take you to the Wuhun Hall to awaken the Wuhun." Old Jack said.

"Okay." Tang San nodded, came to Guyang's side, and asked, "Brother Guyang, can you tell me about martial arts?"

"Okay, let's talk while walking." Guyang said.

"Soul masters are the most noble profession in Douluo Continent. They can be powerful warriors and have excellent auxiliary abilities.

"But no matter what kind of soul master he is, the levels are all sorted according to the same title. Each soul master has his own martial soul power. According to the strength of the martial soul power, there are a total of ten titles. Each title has another Divided into ten levels.”

"The first ones who just started are called soul warriors, and then they are called soul masters, great soul masters, soul masters, soul sects, soul kings, soul emperors, soul saints, soul Douluo and finally titled Douluo."

When Gu Yang talked about the last titled Douluo, he couldn't help but glance at Tang San again.

"Hiss... this soul master is really amazing." Tang San smacked his lips and suddenly asked: "Brother Guyang, what do you think my martial soul is?"

When Gu Yang heard this, he couldn't help but smile, "I think you are as thin as Lan Yin Cao. I guess your martial spirit is Lan Yin Cao."

"Lan...Lansilver Grass." Tang San's expression changed slightly, "Probably not."

Gu Yang stopped talking and smiled secretly in his heart. He wondered what Xiaosan's expression would be when he saw that he had awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit.

During the conversation between the two, everyone quickly arrived at the Wuhun 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 soul, every year there are children who awaken their martial soul.

Therefore, you can see Wuhun Hall anywhere in Douluo Continent. Of course, these are just branch halls with different levels.

At this time, in addition to Old Jack and Guyang's ten children, there was also a young man in the Wuhun Hall.