Golden Legend!

Golden Legend! After a long silence, Su Yuntao finally regained his senses. Looking at Tang San, his eyes were filled with both shock and disappointment. This little brat. Su Yuntao quickly moved toward the hexagonal stones, his hands rapidly striking out several green rays of light. It must be that he had been collecting the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament that he had made up over the past two days, and then stayed up all night reading it... Seeming to hear footsteps, the young man turned around and looked at the group. Grandpa Jack looked at the silent Tang San beside him, recalling the situation at Tang Hao's house two days ago, and couldn't help but shake his head. A little boy looked at Wang Feng with a grin. "I'm telling you, Grandpa, it hasn't even awakened yet." Wang Feng said with dissatisfaction. "Brother Feng, are you toxic!" Several people walked inside. Grandpa Jack led a group of children and stood outside the village. One white and one yellow, two Spirit Rings rose from his body. At the same time, Su Yuntao's figure rapidly expanded, filled with a sense of power. Immediately, he stopped talking. It wasn't until Tang San. Then he touched the crystal ball, and there was no reaction at all. So you have so little confidence in me? "..." Wang Feng. Su Yuntao shook his head, clearly implying that you wouldn't be any better. Even Tang San couldn't help but smile knowingly. He said he wanted to see in advance if there were any children in the village with the aptitude to become a Spirit Master. Su Yuntao said with some impatience. "Hehe, Brother Feng is so lazy every day. Your father and mother don't have a Martial Soul, so you definitely won't have one either. Don't worry." Jack said respectfully to the young man, but just after finishing, he paused, hurried forward a few steps, and whispered: "Master Su, have we not treated you well these past two days? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?" It's just, why are his eyes so dark now? He directly took out six pitch-black round stones, waved his hand to scatter them, and set up a hexagon on the ground. I saw Tang San tightly clenching his left hand, only opening his right hand to reveal a Blue Silver Grass. His biological father and mother in the Douluo Continent were indeed just ordinary farmers with very common Martial Souls. The golden light was brighter than the previous ones! Even Tang San revealed a look of curiosity. Su Yuntao shook his head. Grandpa Jack looked at Wang Feng and said with a smile, "If you can awaken some ordinary Martial Soul, like Blue Silver Grass, a hoe, or a sickle, Grandpa would be satisfied. At least they are still somewhat useful." Wang Feng stared at the crystal ball, thinking, what if I mobilize all the energy in my body? He wanted to suppress this little brat with this. Immediately after, the children behind walked in one by one. Pfft... After all, many of the changes in the village over the past few years were his own ideas. Many children were stunned, retreating a step, their eyes filled with fear and dread, as well as worship and curiosity. But his aura had also changed a lot. A faint light emerged from the hexagon. "Nothing! Just a bit tired. Hurry up and start..." "Blue Silver Grass again..." It's really strange; it was clearly just a very vulgar story, yet it made him accidentally addicted to it over the past two days. Tang San thought speechlessly. Wang Feng had black lines all over his head. "You brat, looking for a beating, are you?" Wang Feng glared at the little boy. "Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Yuntao exclaimed. A golden light flashed, enveloping the child. "Little Feng, it doesn't matter if your Martial Soul isn't good." Who knew that only that little brat looked at him indifferently and said carelessly: "Battle Spirit Master, how amazing. Can you start now, old man? Our Martial Souls are already impatient and want to come out." Isn't that the little brat? Where is the resemblance to now, with hair messy and oily, and dark circles under his eyes? The child hurriedly stretched out his hand, and a small sickle appeared! Brother Tao's appearance was exactly like him in his previous life when he stayed up late reading novels. The first child walked in. Jack gave a few instructions to the children. Then he led the children into the Martial Soul Hall. Wang Feng muttered to himself. He looked at Tang San's left hand, thinking, the Clear Sky Hammer should be in Tang San's left hand, right? Actually, it was nothing that it was Blue Silver Grass, but Brother Feng had previously said his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, which made Tang San feel quite helpless. Hmph! "Alright, follow me in. Don't be afraid when you see the Battle Spirit Master later, but don't talk nonsense either, so as not to annoy the Battle Spirit Master." And upon seeing this Blue Silver Grass, Tang San's face turned dark. "Hmph, I have already been to six villages, and not a single person has had any Soul Power, let alone a slightly better Martial Soul." "Golden Legend!" "This is the Battle Spirit Master from Notting City, Su Yuntao." And Su Yuntao was also very annoyed in his heart, just wanting to finish this test quickly and continue reading the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament. The child walked out with a face full of disappointment. It's not like Xiao San, whose dad and mom are both heaven-defying. First, he patted Wang Feng, whom he had raised for several years, and said kindly: "Without a Martial Soul, you can't become a Spirit Master, but you can stay in Holy Soul Village in the future. It just so happens that our Holy Soul Village needs you." He looked like he hadn't rested well. "From left to right, walk in one by one." Before long. Su Yuntao pointed to the hexagon on the ground. "Extend your right hand." Su Yuntao said softly. "As for Little Feng, Grandpa doesn't demand that you become a Spirit Master." Yes, two days ago, this Battle Spirit Master Su Yuntao had arrived at Holy Soul Village. And that little brat, he actually said he had the full set of stories. After watching Tang San place his hand on the crystal ball, an incredibly dazzling blue light filled the entire room! Then he took out a crystal ball. "I am Su Yuntao, a level 26 Battle Spirit Master!" Su Yuntao looked at Wang Feng indifferently. "..." Of course, Tang San didn't believe that the Martial Soul was decided by Brother Feng either, but it was just too much of a jinx. But the next moment, he opened his eyes wide. This crystal ball should explode, right? Because after renovations, the Martial Soul Hall was no longer the dilapidated little wooden hut from the original work. When he came the day before yesterday, his hair was fresh and clean, and his whole person exuded a feeling like a spring breeze. The further he went, the more disappointed Su Yuntao became. Instead, it was built with jade-white rock, having quite a bit of the feel of a 'Hall'. Hearing this, several children laughed immediately. Most of them were inherited. Wang Feng, who was watching this scene, almost laughed out loud. What the hell! However, Tang San slightly clenched his left hand; he felt that this hand seemed to have also condensed a type of Martial Soul, but Tang San didn't want to show it. Plus, the children in the village were already afraid of him, and with this glare, those timid children would probably have nightmares at night. Nowadays, the villagers were living better day by day, so naturally, they all wanted to keep him. Even if they had to provide him with good food and drink every day, that would be fine. Forget it, for the sake of you having the full story of Soul Breaking the Firmament, I won't bother with you. This month, after some grueling training and the transformation of the Meteor Tear, although Wang Feng hadn't undergone a world-shaking change. "I think among you, Xiao San has the most hope of becoming a Spirit Master and awakening a powerful Martial Soul." Su Yuntao looked at the children with a preoccupied mind, until his gaze fell on Wang Feng, and he paused. Su Yuntao said softly: "Lone Wolf!" That stubborn old guy Tang Hao! The little boy shrank his neck, not daring to speak again. But thinking about it, Wang Feng felt it was the same. Martial Souls are generally determined by the biological father and mother. This old guy just wanted to keep him in Holy Soul Village. Unsurprisingly, upon hearing this, the other children's eyes were filled with worship and respect! Su Yuntao shook his head. From his previous lazy appearance, he had gained a bit more sharpness. Brother Feng is Brother Feng indeed; heartless, fearing nothing. Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Hall. "..." Su Yuntao choked. Then he saw a young man standing in the center of the Martial Soul Hall.