Douluo: Martial Soul Control Beast, steal Tang Sanma at the beginning

Nangong Lingyun is only 1.2 meters tall at the moment. After awakening his martial spirit, he has grown a little taller, but still less than 1.3 meters tall.

And Angel Yan's height alone is over 1.8 meters, and his long legs are not enough to cover him.

He stretched out his hands to help Yan up, then raised his head to look up at the tall figure, his small face full of sincere smile and said:

"Sister Yan, from now on, don't call me master anymore. Just call me Xiaoyun like everyone else, right?"

"This……"

"Let's just judge based on age. You are so much older than me, so you should be called sister."

Before Angel Yan could refuse, Nangong Lingyun had already rushed to speak, blocking her unsaid words.

Although his experience in his previous life was not exciting, he certainly had no experience in being a master of people, governing an area, or even scolding others and directing the country.

If anything, it's just bragging.

But fortunately, I have read history and written novels, and I have been criticized by thousands of readers in anger.

I still know these four words: treat people with sincerity.

Idol Cao Mengde once greeted Xu You forgetfully, and a fire in Wuchao made the Battle of Guandu famous throughout the ages.

The late lord Liu Bei often ate with his men, slept on the same table, and slept at their feet. In the end, Zhang Ning refused to give up, and Zhuge Wolong went out to Qishan six times and died of exhaustion in Wuzhangyuan.

Even Sun Shiwan, the shame of the Three Kingdoms, would personally help Zhou Yu carry the coffin and lead Lu Su's horse.

You would definitely not do such stupid things as bossing around and showing off your power based on the loyalty of others.

"By the way, Sister Yan, I have something to trouble you about. I don't know..."

"As long as my lord asks for something, I will fight to the death and not retreat."

Nangong Lingyun just opened his mouth.

Angel Yan fell to his knees with a plop again, holding the silver sword with cold light in his hands.

His eyes were cold and his expression was determined, as if he was about to face some unmatched and terrifying opponent, but he was not afraid.

He had no choice but to help him up again,

"Sister Yan, I said there is no need for this to happen between us.

Have you forgotten? We are the closest people.

From now on, we will treat each other as siblings and get along with each other in the normal way of siblings. There is no need to perform any subordinate or guarding rituals.

Unless you think Xiaoyun is overbearing, willful and unreasonable. "

Nangong Lingyun persuaded for a long time, and after seeing Angel Yan finally accepted, he continued:

"Sister Yan, I want you to guide me in training and fighting."

"My Lord...Xiaoyun, if Yan Yan gives me some advice, my requirements are very strict.

I won't lower my standards just because you are the younger brother I protect. "

When Angel Yan just opened his mouth, Xiaoyun was still a little stuttered,

But after saying this sentence, for some reason, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly. The amplitude was not large, but it made that face suddenly smile and be beautiful.

Nangong Lingyun was slightly distracted because of this, and at the same time, he suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling.

I remember the training at the Super Seminary seemed really "f*ck".

But now that the words have been spoken, I can only bite the bullet and say boldly: "Just come here."

Early the next morning,

Near Holy Soul Village.

Nangong Lingyun carried a thick log that was still dripping on his shoulders and moved forward step by step.

The logs were made by his sister Yan, who selected special hardwoods with extremely high density around the village last night, cut them out and soaked them in water.

It weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the feeling of carrying it on the shoulders can be said to be quite sour without using the martial soul to possess it.

Asking him to put in a huge effort almost every step he takes.

Angel Yan was wearing a long dress with white gold patterns. The armor, sword, and wings had all disappeared, and they were floating slowly in the sky behind him.

With a smile on his face, he pointed out from time to time:

"The use of soul power is not allowed. If you use soul power to increase your strength or relieve muscle pain, it will not be as simple as just weighing a thousand pounds."

"Adjustment of the center of gravity is the most important thing in this training. If you accidentally fall down once, you will have enough strength to pick yourself up again and walk forward an extra twenty meters."

"It is a bad habit to use blocked breathing to exert force, because it means that the energy circulation in the body is interrupted and will not be available for the next move."

"Move, move quickly and don't stop. Standing still will consume energy and have no effect."

……

Nangong Lingyun never thought about hiding Angel Yan's existence, or revealing it at a critical moment to surprise someone.

With plug-ins close by, surprises can come at any time.

Moreover, he agrees with the saying, pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. If you pretend to be a pig, you might become a real pig.

A ninety-eighth-level peerless Douluo with a master god martial spirit can almost walk sideways in this plane.

Once there are enough plot points in the future, it will soon become a complete set of million-year soul rings, soul bones, twin and even three-life supreme god king martial arts souls with attached soul bones.

Soul power and other levels are said to only cost two million to advance to level ninety-nine, which is demigod, quasi-god, and even true god.

Being protected by such a strong man, he only had to consider one thing;

That is what is most beneficial to your own growth. As for other people and other things, the worst case scenario is to directly eliminate them.

While the two were training,

In the west of Holy Soul Village, among the three dilapidated tile-roofed houses, two pairs of eyes secretly glanced at the sky pretending to be casual.

Tang Hao was filled with surprise and doubt.

Not only had I never seen or heard of the young woman in the sky before, but I could not see her breath clearly.

Although he has not recovered from his serious injury, he is still in the realm of Super Douluo, and he cannot even sense it at level ninety-five. Could it be that he is not in that realm?

As for Tang San, this fellow secretly thought that a strong man who could fly might be a master for one day and a father for the rest of his life.

For three whole months,

Nangong Lingyun exercises his strength every morning and noon, and explores the potential of his body through various inhumane methods.

In the evening, he entered the virtual battle space and competed with Angel Yan, whose strength had been suppressed.

The free morning and afternoon were not idle either. After all the energy in the body was exhausted, he still had to practice the skills of the two weapons, spear and sword.

Among them, spear training is naturally due to the first mysterious magic weapon evolved from the beast-controlling martial spirit, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.

The sword is the weapon that Angel Yan is most good at and is most accustomed to, and it will definitely be available in space in the future.

For ninety consecutive days, almost every day was fully booked.

Yan even used her first soul skill, the Eye of Insight, to accurately analyze and judge where and when Nangong Lingyun's true limit lies.

Never give up until you squeeze out the last drop. Well, I’m talking about strength here.

Fortunately, such harsh training is almost perfect for the original martial soul, and the increase in strength is very obvious.

Otherwise, Nangong Lingyun would have to say:

I still like your submissive look yesterday. How about you recover?