Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

Yang Jian did not leave directly after completing the martial soul awakening ceremony.

He stayed in the branch hall of the wooden house and quietly watched Su Yuntao preside over the awakening ceremony for other children.

The eyes of the school-age children in Nanshan Village wandered around Yang Jian and Su Yuntao, and most of them expressed expectations and envy.

Yang Jian understands their psychology.

Because he was the first to awaken a martial spirit, and he awakened an obviously powerful martial spirit. These children probably thought that they would have a chance to obtain a martial spirit similar to Yang Jian, and win the eyes of amazement.

But they were destined to be disappointed.

As the most noble profession on this continent, soul master is actually only a small number of people who have the opportunity.

Su Yuntao has visited ten villages, and among them there are only three children who can become soul masters, including Tang San and Yang Jian.

This ratio is very low.

"Skinny Monkey and the others probably don't have a chance."

Seeing the children's eyes turning from hopeful to gloomy, Yang Jian's face showed no obvious expression.

At this time, Shouhou came next to Yang Jian, staring at the blue crystal ball with light in his eyes.

He asked Yang Jian in a yearning tone: "Brother Yang, what martial soul do you think I can awaken?"

"Hey, actually I want the sun too, that's cool."

"Do you think there is any hope for me? If it really doesn't work, just the moon will do, and it will correspond to you, Brother Yang."

Yang Jian did not answer directly, but shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

It is extremely rare for people in small villages to be born with even a hint of soul power, let alone a powerful martial soul.

Sure enough, the second child's martial spirit was just a piece of wood with no soul power.

The child walked away with a disappointed look on his face and squatted in the corner. The third child stepped forward and continued the awakening ceremony, still looking hopeful.

Next, without exception, all the children failed to give birth to soul power, and their martial souls were just ordinary things.

When all the children completed the awakening ceremony, Su Yuntao wiped the sweat from his face and felt a little tired.

He consumed a lot of soul power.

Now, in the wooden house branch hall, the atmosphere, which was full of hope and liveliness at the beginning, has become much lower. Every child has a look of disappointment on his face and is silent.

The thin monkey ran to Yang Jian again.

He opened his palm, and there was a black thing floating in it.

When Yang Jian saw it, he almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he saw the crying look on Shouhou's face, so he reluctantly stopped.

The joys and sorrows of human beings have always been incomprehensible.

The thin monkey looked sad, looked at the black thing in his hand in frustration, and said: "Brother Yang, my martial spirit is mud..."

"Why isn't it the sun?"

Yang Jian comforted him: "It doesn't matter whether it's Niba, do you feel like you have a commanding arm?"

"Whenever you play Mud-Smashing in the future, you can use your martial soul to play. You are guaranteed to win the game without any rivals in the village."

When Shouhou thought about it, he felt that it made sense, and he soon beamed with joy, thinking about how to use the mud martial spirit to become the king of mud tricks.

The children in this room basically don't know what the martial soul awakening ceremony means.

They have never left the village and have not seen much. This small village is their world. When they grow up and understand, they will reach the age of accepting their fate.

"The starting point for spreading martial arts across the world is Nanshan Village."

Yang Jian's gaze glanced over and quickly converged.

He is a person with a clear distinction between love and hate.

He will never forget those who are kind to Yang Jian and will find opportunities to repay them. Those who have enmity with Yang Jian will repay them a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, and repay them a hundredfold.

Yang Jian grew up eating the food of hundreds of families in Nanshan Village. He already regards this place as his hometown, so naturally he will not ignore the situation in Nanshan Village.

Can't become a soul master?

It's ok.

Become a warrior!

The two martial arts, Jiuyang Divine Skill and Yanyang Qigong, require a certain amount of talent to practice, which may not be available in Nanshan Village.

However, as long as you are willing to devote your efforts and polish your body, you can practice martial arts such as the Golden Bell Cover and the Iron Cloth Shirt and the Thirteen Taibao Heng Kung Fu.

In the martial arts arsenal, there are also many martial arts that everyone can practice, such as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. If you practice to a high level, you can also have a certain style.

Twelve-way Tan Kung Fu, Lion's Roar Kung Fu, Nine-turn Chain Knife... The martial arts points required for this kind of martial arts are very low, and Yang Jian has no pressure to redeem them.

If there is someone who can practice the Nine Sun Magic Skills, Yang Jian will not take it seriously. The martial arts should not be passed on lightly, but it is not impossible to pass it on. If he thinks that the other person's character is suitable and his mind is strong, then it is not a bad idea to pass on the martial arts.

He has martial arts points to help break through the ranks, and he also has an innate Yang body. When he has practiced the fierce martial arts of Yang Zhiyang, he is a peerless genius that is unique among thousands.

With these blessings, if he was still surpassed by others, he would just cut off his own meridians.

In addition, if he does not dare to spread martial arts, why should he talk about promoting martial arts and spreading martial arts all over the world?

After the awakening ceremony, Su Yuntao left the branch hall wooden house, and Yang Jian and other children also left one after another.

Outside the wooden house, the village chief Yang Kang was holding a cane and half leaning on a cypress tree.

When he saw Su Yuntao, he went up to him, pretending to be calm, but actually he was a little nervous and said, "Deacon Su, what's the result?"

"Didn't Nanshan Village awaken its martial soul and give birth to a child with soul power this year?"

No one in Nanshan Village has become a soul master for six consecutive years.

The village chief hopes that another soul master will be born this time, especially Yang Jian. This child has matured precociously since childhood, is naturally intelligent, and is obviously extraordinary. If he has the opportunity to become a soul master, he will definitely grow into a great person in the future.

Yang Jian walked next to Su Yuntao and also walked to the village chief.

Su Yuntao looked at Yang Jian, meaning that Yang Jian should tell the village chief the results of the awakening ceremony.

Looking at the village chief, whose beard and hair were white and whose face was wrinkled and weathered, Yang Jian pointed at a group of children who were returning to their respective homes and said, "None of them have successfully awakened."

A trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in the village chief's eyes.

But then, he came back to his senses, looked at Yang Jian with wide eyes, and said in a somewhat uneasy voice: "You said that none of them have succeeded in awakening, which means..."

Yang Jian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

He stretched out his palm, and the eternal blazing sun condensed and formed from the void, floating above it.

"Yes, I did it."

Yang Jian restrained the light and heat of the eternal flame, but even so, the village chief could still see how extraordinary this martial spirit was. He was a spirit master and had a lot of experience.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to succeed." The village chief smiled happily, let go of the crutch, and rubbed Yang Jian's hair with one hand.

Seeing the village chief so happy, Yang Jian also smiled.

He didn't think the martial spirit was very important, but after all, it could make the village chief happy, and it was okay to show off this sun martial spirit.

Then, as if he remembered something, the village chief looked at Su Yuntao, then took out a few gold soul coins from his pocket, stuffed them into Su Yuntao's hand, and said with a smile: "Deacon Su, look This kid’s talent is pretty good, can we let him join the Spirit Hall..."

Su Yuntao quickly declined.

The village chief thought that Su Yuntao didn't have enough gold soul coins, so he took out some more and said with a smile on his face: "Deacon Su, help me."

"I don't have anything good here, I can only give some financial rewards."

"Just accept it and give this kid a ride."

Looking at the smile on the village chief's face, Yang Jian frowned.

Whether it was in his previous life or now, it was hard for Yang Jian to accept the sight of his elders lowering their stature to ask for help from outsiders for his own sake.

Su Yuntao waved his hands repeatedly, gave a wry smile, and then said: "Village Chief, you ask him, if he is willing to join Wuhun Hall, I can give you gold soul coins in return."

What does it mean?

The village chief was slightly startled and looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian opened his mouth to explain: "He already invited me to join the Wuhun Hall in the wooden house branch, but I didn't agree."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, the village chief glared at him, and then said to Su Yuntao: "Deacon Su, let me talk to this kid first."

After pulling Yang Jian aside, the village chief began to tell Yang Jian how the soul masters of Wuhun Palace were so popular. Many people wanted to join but had no way, so he told him not to miss the opportunity.

Su Yuntao looked at the village chief's performance and suddenly felt that together with the village chief, he might be able to persuade Yang Jian.

On the other side, after the village chief finished speaking, Yang Jian thought for a while, then whispered into the village chief's ear: "Mr. Yang, I understand what you mean, but I have my own ideas."

He planned to make up a white lie to reassure the village chief.

The village chief frowned and asked subconsciously: "What are your thoughts? What are they?"

Su Yuntao quietly pricked up his ears.

Yang Jian glanced at him and said to the village chief: "We'll talk about it when we get back to the house."

"Let's give Deacon Su a ride first and send him away."