Douluo: rebuilding Wuhun Hall

"My child is about to awaken his martial spirit. What should we do?"

"We can only pray now that when this child's martial soul awakens, he will not have soul power."

"What kind of world is it now? It's not as stable as when the Spirit Hall existed before!"

"Don't say this nonsense!"

Zhang Hang stood behind the curtain, and the weak light illuminated the couple in the room.They were probably in their 40s, wearing commoners, and both of them had sad expressions on their faces.

It has been six years since he came to this world, and he also understood that he had come to Douluo Continent.What's a little bit outrageous is that it doesn't travel to Tang San's era like other fan fiction, but instead comes to Douluo Continent a hundred years after Tang San became a god.

However, according to his memory, shouldn't becoming a soul master be a matter of honoring one's ancestors? But why are they not willing to become a soul master themselves?

With confusion, Zhang Hang left quietly. He wanted to find out his true thoughts and see what happened in the past hundred years.

Early the next morning, Zhang Hang got up. As usual, after breakfast, he put his basket on his back and prepared to go to the mountain to chop firewood with his father.However, when he was about to go out, the village chief came to his home on crutches.

"Xiaohang got up so early. There is a big event today, but it can affect your fate." The village chief grandfather touched Zhang Hang's head with a kind smile.

Zhang Hang's father said: "Village chief, please take him there."

Zhang Hang raised his head and looked at his father. He didn't look like this last night, right?

"Okay, anyway, yours is the last one I notify, so I'll just work hard and take him there."

Zhang Hang put down his backpack, looked at the village chief, and then at his father.

"Go ahead and come back soon after it's over." There was a trace of bitterness on Zhang Mo's face. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he still couldn't stop it.

As long as the children in the village reach the age of six, they must undergo martial arts awakening.

If there is resistance, the consequences they will bear are beyond their ability to bear.

Zhang Hang put down his backpack and trotted to follow the village chief.

"Xiaohang, you have been a good, sensible and obedient boy in my heart since I was a child. There has been no soul master in our village for ten years, and every time the martial soul awakens, there is no soul power. Xiaohang, I All my hopes are pinned on you."

Zhang Hang quickly waved his hand: "Grandpa Village Chief, I am not sure that the awakening can be successful. There are not many people who are awakening their martial souls this time. They may be more likely to succeed."

The village chief patted Zhang Hang on the head and smiled softly.

He said this to more than one person, as long as one person appears, he will be rewarded generously.

But it is really difficult to become a soul master, and the requirements are too harsh.

Arriving in front of a main hall, all the children who were undergoing martial arts awakening today had arrived, including Zhang Hang, a total of eight people.

In front of all the children, there stood a middle-aged man in a gray robe.

"Dear Mr. Great Soul Master, these are the children sent from our village to awaken their martial souls. Today, I have to work hard for you to awaken their martial souls."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said: "Okay, I won't say any more nonsense. Now, I am going to awaken your martial soul. I will tell you the process. Each of us is born with it. Martial spirits only need to be awakened through special means. After awakening, if you have soul power, you can improve your strength through practice. If you don't have soul power, then I'm sorry that you will never be able to become a soul master in your life."

After finishing speaking, he took out six ordinary-looking stones from his body: "Fat man, you are the first."

Pointing at the little fat man on the far left, he hooked his fingers and asked him to come forward.

The little fat man stepped forward with a confused look on his face. Suddenly, the middle-aged man shouted loudly, his eyes glowed red, his original short black hair turned into long white hair, and his fingernails became slender.

Immediately afterwards, two circles, one hundred and one yellow, appeared on his body.

"This is my martial spirit, the white-striped demon wolf. The aura on my body is the spirit ring. After you become a spirit master in the future, you can be like me."

After he finished speaking, the six stones in his hand flew to the little fat man.

The little fat man was frightened when the middle-aged man's martial spirit possessed him. He looked at six stones flying in front of him and took two steps back in fear.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of golden light emitted from the six stones, covering the little fat man.

The little fat man saw himself surrounded by a light shield, and felt even more frightened. But suddenly, he felt like he couldn't move, as if something had entered his body.

Zhang Hang and the others who were standing outside didn't feel so much. They just watched the little fat man become quiet after being covered. The black stone exuded golden light spots, and these light spots slowly entered his body.

Although I had read the novel, when this scene actually happened before my eyes, I was still quite shocked.This world called Douluo Continent is indeed magical.

"Stretch out your right hand." The middle-aged man ordered.

The little fat man stretched out his right hand like a puppet on strings.

In the palm of his right hand, a ball of light emerged. The light gradually took shape, and an ear of wheat appeared in his palm.

"Food department?" A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. If he could possess soul power, then this time, he would have made a great contribution.

Maybe, you can get a promotion and a salary increase.

The golden light gradually converged, and the wheat ear condensed into a solid body. The middle-aged man said: "Your martial spirit is wheat ear. If you can have soul power, then you might become a food-based soul master. Let me do it." Try to see if you can have soul power."

He took out a blue crystal ball from his body, placed it in front of the little fat man, and said, "Put your hand on it."

The little fat man put his hand on it numbly, but the crystal ball didn't react at all.

The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly and he took back the crystal ball.

The light mask disappeared, and the little fat man looked at the wheat ears on his right hand, and looked at the middle-aged man with some fear.

"Take it back, you can't become a soul master."

"What should I do?" the little fat man asked tremblingly.

"Use your mind and imagine taking it back." Sighing, the middle-aged man looked at the remaining people.

"Martial Spirit Glasses? What are these? Are they offensive? Or can they be eaten?"

"A sickle? It can barely be used as a weapon, but it's a pity that it has no soul power."

"Do you still have the Brick Martial Spirit? Are you planning to smash people to death? Stop being funny, okay?"

Until the last person whose martial spirit was like a withered grass, he was already in despair. His martial spirit was basically useless and he still had no soul power.

As long as his soul power appears, he can at least get a reward, but looking at the situation now, he may not gain anything at all.

Zhang Hang stepped forward. When the golden light shield covered him, he felt so warm, as if someone was touching him gently from behind.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if something was about to break from his right hand, and with a shattering sound, a small silver sword appeared in his hand.

This sword is entirely silver, with a dragon's head engraved on the hilt.

The middle-aged man finally became interested. The previous ones were all useless martial souls, but now this child has a sword on his body. If he practices well, he might become an offensive soul master.

A hundred years ago, there was also a titled Douluo who was famous for his sword.

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to see if the child in front of him could create some miracles for him.

"Put your hand up and let me see that you have no soul power."

Zhang Hang took back the little swordsman in his hand and placed his right hand on the blue crystal ball. But to the middle-aged man's disappointment, the crystal ball didn't react at all. In other words, Zhang Hang also had no soul power. .

"How could this happen?" The middle-aged man looked at everything in front of him in a daze, then took back the crystal ball and said to the village chief He: "It's a pity that there is still no one in your village who can become a soul master."

Zhang Hang looked at his hands. He could feel something flowing in his body. When he just touched the crystal ball, it felt like something was about to be sucked out of his body, but it was blocked.

This all seems very strange. It seems that we need to go back and observe what is going on.