Chapter 785: Who is wrong

"Although it is a white spirit ring again, this time the spirit ring seems to have begun to have a little yellowish color. I don't know how old it is a wild boar."
Ye Feng shook his head.
This is not the first time he has hunted down a ten-year spirit beast.
He remembered that when he saw the white spirit ring for the first time, the spirit ring was only faintly visible, and the white one was very pale.
And since then.
Ye Feng would occasionally encounter some soul beasts from time to time.
Although these spirit beasts would all be killed by Yefeng with one move, judging from the color of the spirit ring after their death, the strength of these spirit beasts seemed to be increasing.
This makes Ye Feng feel a bit weird.
but.
Ye Feng didn't worry about the harm the soul beast would cause to the holy soul village.
After all, there was Tang Hao's Title Douluo sitting in the village.
Next.
Ye Feng skillfully peeled the skin and let the blood make a fire.
Warm up a pot of small wine.
The delicious barbecue begins again.
The life of the night breeze is really three small barbecues a day.
Not leaving the wine all the time.
But no one saw him drunk.
At the same time as the night breeze feasted.
On a big tree far away.
Tang Hao thoughtfully looked at Ye Feng who was eating alone there.
The frown becomes tighter.
"This stinky boy, he doesn't even have a martial arts soul yet, and he can even kill the 60-year-old Hayate Pig in seconds. What is his origin?"
Tang Hao shook his head.
Generally speaking.
The talent of a soul master depends on his bloodline.
Naturally, the blood is passed down by the parents.
A performance like the night wind.
His parents must be super masters too.
But Tang Hao thought about it carefully.
Apart from him, it seems that no Title Douluo will have a child of this age.
After all, not everyone can become Titled Douluo at such a young age as him.
"Humph!"
"If you kill the soul beast, can't it be dragged back to the village and then roasted?"
"Every time I eat fresh food for us, and next time I grab the head of a hundred-year-old soul beast and come over, I see if you can do it in seconds!"
.........
"It's too early, it's almost time to go back."
After eating and drinking.
Ye Feng looked up at the sky.
Judging from the position of the sun.
It is estimated that it is past four o'clock in the afternoon.
Ye Feng the small half of the dying pig left over today with twine.
Back on his weak body.
I am going to take it back to treat Old Tang and Xiao Tang.
Lest someone said behind his back that someone likes to eat alone at night.
.........
Holy Soul Village.
Tang's blacksmith shop.
Tang Hao and Tang San were standing at the door talking to a gray-haired old man.
but.
It was obvious that Tang Hao was already a little impatient.
After he exploded, he turned around and went back to the room to sleep.
This makes the old man's beard up.
"Oh, old man, why are you here today?" Ye Feng opened the door and greeted the old man with a smile.
This old man is probably in his sixties.
Although the figure looks thin and weak, but the spirit is very good, even more energetic than Tang Hao, a titled Douluo.
He is a legend in Douluo.
Old Jack.
"Xiao Feng is also back. That's right. You and Xiao San are both six years old this year. In three days, the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall in Notting City will come to our village to awaken Martial Spirit to you. Don’t go out and mess around again, but don’t be late and miss a lifelong event."
Old Jack instructed Ye Feng and Tang San earnestly.
In fact, he was also for the future happiness of Tang San and Ye Feng.
But what he said made Ye Feng feel quite speechless.
"Old Jack, you have to make it clear, what makes me and Xiaosan go out and fuck? The two of us obviously went out to sweat, how can we call it a mess?" Ye Feng couldn't help correcting the old man. Jack is full of leading words.
"Brother Feng... if you don't know how to say... you can stop saying it..."
Tang San gave Ye Feng a gloomy look.
Through this year's in-depth contact.
Tang San already knew Ye Feng's character very well.
Brother Feng seems to be born with a special ability to talk about things that were originally normal, as if they were engaging in color, which was very weird.
"Grandpa Jack, what the is the awakening ceremony you mentioned? Can each of us be able to awaken a spirit?" Tang San asked curiously.
"You’re right, each of us has our own martial spirit in our bodies. Generally speaking, after we reach six years of age, those of us who are powerless civilians can awaken the spirit with the help of the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall. , As long as the spirit of martial arts is awakened, even if you cannot become a spirit master in the future, you will be able to enhance certain aspects of your abilities. You should all understand that way?"
Old Jack said earnestly.
Wuhun awakening is the most important thing for civilians.
Even if you can't awaken a powerful spirit, you can't become a glorious soul master, even if you awaken a and sickle, can't you save money for ironing?
"Some aspects of ability? I'm sorry, I don't understand, after all, I'm still a child."
Ye Feng suddenly shook his head.
He felt that old Jack must have something to it.
but.
He and Tang San are just six-year-old children!
Can you old man not say such things to them?
"You kid... I really served you..."
Old Jack gave Ye Feng a helpless look.
Do you still know you are a child?
Engage in connotation at every turn.
In the old Jack's dictionary, future means future.
It's better now.
In the future, it really became the future!
You said that the old Jack is getting old, where will he go in the future?
After the old Jack left.
Tang San looked at Ye Feng thoughtfully and asked, "Brother Feng, what kind of spirit do you think we will awaken? Will we become soul masters?"
Ye Feng glanced at Tang San, and said meaningfully: "Don't think about it, it's useless to think about this kind of thing too much, let's talk about things in the future."
There is nothing wrong with this.
Doesn’t the future situation just have to be known in the future?
.........
The next few days.
Tang San carried out daily training as usual.
As for the night wind.
He hasn't been out much in the past few days, holding a bundle of blue silver grass every day, pulling out the leaves one by one.
"The best martial soul, the waste martial soul, the best martial soul, the waste martial soul."
"Hey..."
"What kind of martial soul will I awaken?"
That's right.
This is the night breeze now.
He clearly told Tang San not to think too much about useless things.
But he couldn't help thinking about it himself.
After all, in the plane of Douluo Continent.
Wuhun is so important!
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