Outside the Holy Soul Village.

The sky was dark and the white mist covered the various wooden houses that were not tall in the village.

A little boy in simple clothes ran out slowly from the foggy village gate.

He had wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, breathing evenly, and ran towards the hill ahead without any rush or slow.

Halfway through the run, I suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked at one of the huge rocks.

I saw a little boy about the size of him lying on the huge rock.

The little boy had a pretty face, which was very suitable for the eyes of others. However, he looked lazy and lay on the huge rock, crossing his legs, and holding a blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere in and outside the village, chewing it with a chewy taste.

"Brother Feng, you get up so early every day. Are you exercising with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy above the boulder.

"Missan'er? Get off, I'm lying in a deep state. I'll take a moment, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. When you finish your exercise, I'll wake me up."

The little boy on the boulder did not open his eyes, and seemed to have known the person he came, so he said lazily.

"...Brother Feng, can you stop calling me by Xiaosaner... this name?"

Tang San smiled bitterly.

Brother Feng, his full name is Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, the famous little lazy bug in the Holy Soul Village.

Most other five or six-year-old boys at this age get up early to exercise to prepare for their impending awakening of their martial souls.

Or you can get up early and do some farming work with your parents.

Brother Feng often looks out of nowhere since the morning, lying down and doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng was very pitiful. When he was born, he heard from the village chief’s grandfather that his mother died of dysfunction.

My father later became overly sad and became ill after overwork. He died in less than a year.

So Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief’s grandfather.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually became aware of his work. In addition to paying homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' premature death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is indeed very smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the huge rock with some admiration.

In recent years, Brother Feng didn't know what method to greatly increase the grain and vegetable output of Holy Soul Village, which was originally barren, gradually became rich.

Brother Feng also stood up the pillar at the entrance of the village head, which might be the legendary soul saint left a handprint.

It is said to the public that this is a handprint left by the Soul Saint, and has also made up a lot of stories, which are amazing and said that as long as you come to pay tribute to and caress, you will have the possibility of becoming a Soul Saint in the future!

It attracted a good village around, and even in Notting City, tourists often came to visit the village.

Just build the remote and barren Holy Soul Village like a small town within two years.

Even my father said that this boy Feng has a different mind than others... he is smart and sensible.

Everyone in the village likes him.

But it's too lazy.

"Not called mistress..." Wang Feng thought for a while, "Can you call it Dasaner?"

"..." Tang Sanyi looked speechless, "You'd better call me mistress, Brother Feng, I'll go to exercise first."

As he said that, Tang San waved his hand and climbed quickly towards the hill in the distance.

Although others are small, their hands and feet are very quick. A hill bag of more than 100 meters high seems to be walking on flat ground in front of him.

In just a few minutes, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, three points are destined to heaven, seven points are determined by hard work... ninety points are determined by golden fingers... As the protagonist of Douluo Continent, it is different..."

Wang Feng looked at Tang San's clean skills with a lemon expression.

What is this the skill that a six-year-old boy should have?

Like him, let alone climbing up, he would kick him out after running for a while.

"It's all time travelers... Missionary, you are a strong man and are reborn..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different. I'm a weak person and reborn... I'm a small house that is well-documented in the 21st century. Why did I travel to the world of Douluo Continent? Forget it, I'll travel to a supporting role."

"I don't give me one either. How can I play with this?"

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a time traveler, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, it is much worse.

There is no background that is against the sky, no Ding Ding system, and no awesome martial spirits...

Of course, Wang Feng was extremely eager, but not!

Therefore, Wang Feng had been salting fish for six years and could only rely on his previous life's wisdom to barely improve and improve the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the villagers could live a little more comfortable life.

"In a short time, it will be the official plot of Douluo Continent. The tool man Su Yuntao should be coming soon... If I awaken some sickle martial soul and hoe martial soul, I might as well hit the tofu head-on and hit it to death."

Wang Feng chewed the blue silver grass and looked at Tang San who was on the hill, breathing and breathing, practicing Xuantian Gong and Ziji Demon Eyes.

In my eyes, that was extremely envious

He was watching Tang San practice on this huge rock every day, thinking about whether he could learn a trick or not.

Unfortunately, he is not a genius and has no perspective.

After watching it for more than a year, I didn't see anything.

But as Tang San gradually became stronger, there were baskets of lemons, and the baskets of lemons were all.

"The Douluo fan novels I read in my previous life, I just want to give you a chance to be a friend and make a brother, and I will teach you all the unique skills of the Tang Sect... It's such a few tricks to make up!"

When Wang Feng thought of this, he immediately scolded the authors of the hateful Shabi.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child. His soul is a genius who can make many senior officials of the Tang Sect play tricks, and can also create the highest hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, Buddha Angry Tang Lotus, and learn the highest internal skills of the Tang Sect.

Still the soul of an adult!

Even his father Tang Hao, the Xuantian Baolu, didn't say anything about it.

When he was six years old, he was hidden as the biggest secret.

How could you tell an outsider?

I have just traveled to Douluo Continent for a while. Even if you are a brother, Tang San may not pass it on to you.

"I really want to go back... Hey, I don't have a mobile phone, no computer, I can't browse Douyin, I can't play games. I don't know if g2 wins or fpx wins."

Wang Feng sighed.

For the past six years, he has always thought about going back.

If there were golden fingers, Wang Feng felt that he must have ambitions. He traveled all over the world, fought in all directions, married a few beautiful girls, created a great reputation, and left a legendary story...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, with the rising sun in the sky, purple clouds fell on the ground, as if they were covered with a layer of bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth.

"That guy, I should be almost finished practicing, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down from the hill with a thrilling look.

"Brother Feng, why are you still holding blue silver grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng who was still lying on the huge rock and was sunbathing the newborn sun, and said helplessly.

"Why, you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed it a few times.

"This is... the most ordinary grass after all."

Tang San said seriously, "However, although it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is the most vigorous and tenacious one. In this regard, the blue silver grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it."

Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San with a hoarse look on his face.

He is worthy of being the protagonist, and he is different from other little kids. He can also say these meaningful words.

"That's right, so I decided, mistress, your martial soul will be Blue Silver Grass in the future!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you are too hurt..."

Tang San smiled bitterly, "Curse me!"

This is the most common plant grass after all. Tang San still hopes that his martial soul will be a little better...

"However, the martial soul can only appear after awakening. Brother Feng, what you said doesn't count..."

Tang San left with a smile, and did not forget to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village to have dinner."

Wang Feng looked at Tang San leaving with a silent expression, sighed quietly, and felt sour in his heart for a moment.

It was also at this time.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Continent has officially begun... Congratulations to the host for the first time check-in and obtaining the item: Meteor Tears!"

"Note, the items will be delivered to the host in a realistic way and are expected to arrive tonight... Please pay attention to checking."

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Hall! If you can achieve the innate full soul power check-in, it will trigger an additional mysterious martial soul! I hope the host will work hard to improve!"

boom!

As the sound rang in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the boulder like a furry cat!

His face was flushed with excitement...
Chapter completed!