Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

In Wuhun City, there are more than a hundred Wuhun Awakening Halls, which are used to awaken Wuhun for the people.

These temples may be large or small and vary in scale.

Nowadays, the martial soul awakening boom is going on, and there are quite a few children who have turned six years old recently.

Mu Zige stayed in a martial soul awakening hall.

He had only returned to the Wuhun Hall a few days ago when he was dragged here to do hard work, awakening the Wuhun for his children.

Muzi looked at the guard beside him: "Is it time?"

"It's almost there. Just wait for a while." The guard replied, then walked forward, stood in front of the door, waited for a while, and then opened the door of the hall.

There were quite a few people standing outside, waiting for parents and children to awaken the Wuhun Hall.

The guard shouted: "All children who have completed registration, come in and stand obediently. Their parents are waiting outside."

Watching the children pouring in one by one, they stood up under the command of many guards.

When it was finished, there were probably more than 30 children.

"Ugh!"

Muzige sighed, took six black stones from a table, and arranged them in a hexagonal shape on the ground.

"Let the kids come over here!"

The first child came over. He was a little boy. He stood consciously in the hexagon made of stones and looked at Mu Zige timidly.

Mu Zige smiled and summoned the martial soul. Except for the five soul rings surrounding his body and the card box that suddenly appeared on his waist, there was nothing special about it.

The child opened his eyes curiously: "Brother, what is your martial soul? Why can't I see it? And brother, you are so powerful. You are actually the Soul King. Although my father is more powerful, he has six souls." Huan’s soul emperor.”

Mu Zige smiled and touched the child's head, and then flicked his palms repeatedly, injecting six rays of soul power into the six stones.

The golden brilliance was released, forming a pale golden light shield, covering the child, with some countless golden light spots in it.

After these light spots wandered for a few seconds, they all poured into the little boy's body, forming a small transparent and colorless ball behind him. It was difficult to see the actual reality, and there seemed to be mist rolling in it.

Mu Zige's expression became strange.

He seemed to have some impression of this martial spirit.

Isn't it the martial spirit that he chose as his sparring partner when he wanted to understand the power of the sword?

The little boy opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at his back according to the induction. He jumped up in surprise: "Okay, the same martial spirit as dad!"

Mu Zige smiled.

Speaking of which, his martial spirit should be considered inherited from his father, right?

My father's martial spirit was inherited from his grandmother. It is a small box containing spatial attributes, but because it has no soul power, it can only be used to hold things.

"Okay, put your hand up. Let me see how many levels of soul power you have." Mu Zige took out the crystal ball for testing soul power, squatted down, and motioned to the little boy to put his hand up.

The light bloomed. Mu Zige sensed it carefully and smiled: "Innate soul power is level 8. He is a little genius."

"Huh." When the little boy heard this, he proudly crossed his arms and snorted proudly.

Muzige knelt down, touched the little boy's head, and asked him to stand aside.

"Next one." Muzige looked at the many children in front of him and shouted.

Then a little girl ran over and looked at the little boy before with envy.

The little boy also smiled shyly, as if he knew him.

After all the children had completed their martial soul awakening, Mu Zige walked out of the Awakening Hall with many children and saw the little boy with level eight innate soul power being picked up by a middle-aged man.

It was the person Mu Zige jumped up to fight with in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

The nickname in the Great Soul Fighting Arena seems to be "Spirit Ball", which is a very strange name.

Later, after guessing that all these children had gone back, Wuhun Palace sent people to look at the registered information to find them, and invited the children they liked to enter the junior classes of Wuhun Academy or affiliated colleges to study.

Muzige also wanted to find someone and take charge of the two children because they were neighbors.

They were the little boy with an innate soul power of level [-] and the little girl who knew the boy. Her innate soul power was level [-], neither high nor low.

"Dong dong dong."

As the door was knocked, the little boy's father, "Lingling Ball" opened the door and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mu Zige.Remembering that this was the young man responsible for awakening the martial spirit, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, obviously he had guessed the purpose of his visit.

But looking at the young man in front of him, "Lingling Ball" always had a strange feeling, but he didn't recognize Mu Zige as the Soul Sect who defeated him in the first place, because Mu Zige was wearing a mask at the time.

After entering the house, Mu Zige found that the other little girl he wanted to invite was also there, but he didn't know if the man next to her was a member of his family.

It's quite a coincidence.

Mu Zige said: "You should be able to guess my purpose. I am here to invite these two children to join my Wuhun Hall. It doesn't matter if you don't want to join. You can still study in the affiliated college. If you are willing to join my Wuhun Hall, Really? I'll send you to the junior class of Wuhun Academy."

"Will!" xN

Facing the undoubted number one force in the mainland, Wuhun Palace invites him.

Very few would say no.

This is already an opportunity!

Available but not available.

……

At this moment, in a small village in another place, an awakening ceremony was also being held, and the person responsible for the awakening was naturally someone from Wuhun Palace.

A little boy in simple clothes stepped into the identical hexagon nervously and closed his eyes nervously.

I don't know why I thought of my father, and a man who was also lame. His son was so domineering and he choked his neck, which hurt.

The little boy shrank his neck in fear.

The person responsible for awakening the martial spirit saw his appearance and thought he was nervous. He touched the little boy's head and said, "Don't be nervous, it's just for a short time."

Outside the room where he woke up, there were many people waiting, including a one-legged middle-aged man.

He looked at the room, his fists clenched tightly.

Think a lot, a lot.

It was he and his son who were bullied.

The last sentence that turned into: "In this world, without status or strength, facing more powerful people, you will only be bullied. In other words, Wuhundian is a good person."

"Daddy."

The little boy in simple clothes walked out of the awakening room with a group of children. When he saw his father, he threw himself into his warm arms, with a happy smile on his little face.

And the big shot in the Wuhun Temple who was responsible for awakening the Wuhun with a gentle smile walked up to him and whispered: "Can we talk? I want your child to join the Wuhun Temple. He is innately full of soul power. .”

The child's father's body trembled.

Suddenly, I felt like I was in tears. Their family had finally come to an end after all their hardships.

……

"Bah!"

In the dim and scarlet arena, Tang San struck down the killer with an expressionless face, ignoring the sight of the wild red spray.

During this period of time, he had been killing people, and he was already a little numb, not to mention that he was not a kind person in the first place.