"Although it is a white spirit ring again, this time the spirit ring seems to have started to turn a little yellowish.
I don't know how old it is."
Night Breeze shook his head.
This is not the first time he has hunted ten-year soul beasts.
He remembered that when he saw the white soul ring for the first time, the soul ring was just faintly visible and very pale.
And since then.
Ye Feng would encounter some soul beasts from time to time.
Although these soul beasts will all be killed by Ye Feng with one move, judging from the color of their soul rings after death, the strength of these soul beasts seems to be increasing.
This made Ye Feng feel that things were a little weird.
but.
Ye Feng wasn't worried about what harm the soul beast would do to the Holy Soul Village.
After all, there is still Tang Hao's titled Douluo sitting in the village.
Next.
Ye Feng skillfully peeled off the skin, drained blood, and made fire.
Warm up a pot of wine.
The delicious barbecue has begun again.
Now Ye Feng's life is really just three small barbecue meals a day.
Drink every day.
But no one ever saw him drunk.
While Ye Feng was enjoying his meal.
On a big tree in the distance.
Tang Hao looked thoughtfully at Ye Feng, who was eating alone.
The frown became tighter and tighter.
"This brat, who clearly doesn't even have a martial spirit yet, can actually kill a 60-year-old Gale Pig instantly.
What is his origin?"
Tang Hao shook his head.
Generally speaking.
A soul master's talent depends on his own bloodline.
The bloodline is naturally passed down from parents.
A performance like Night Breeze.
His parents must also be extremely skilled.
But Tang Hao thought about it carefully.
Apart from him, it seems that no titled Douluo has a child of this age.
After all, not everyone can become a titled Douluo at such a young age like him.
"Humph!"
"After killing the soul beast, can't you drag it back to the village first and then roast it?"
"Every time I eat fresh food and leave us the leftovers.
Next time I bring over a hundred-year-old soul beast, let's see if you can survive!"
.........
"It's getting late, 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's probably past four in the afternoon now.
Ye Feng tied up the remaining half of the Gale Pig with hemp rope.
Carrying it on his weak body.
I am going to take it back to reward Old Tang and Little Tang.
Lest people say behind his back that he likes to eat alone at night.
.........
Holy Spirit Village.
Tang's blacksmith shop.
Tang Hao and Tang San were standing at the door talking to an old man with gray hair.
but.
It was obvious that Tang Hao was a little impatient.
After swearing, he turned around and went back to the house to sleep.
This made the old man's beard stand up in anger.
"Hey, old man, why do you have time to come here today?" Ye Feng opened the door and greeted the old man with a smile.
This old man seems to be in his sixties.
Although he looks thin, he is very energetic, even more energetic than Tang Hao, a titled Douluo.
He is a legend in Douluo.
old jack.
"Xiao Feng is back too.
That's just in time.
You and Xiao San are both turning six this year.
In three days, the deacon of Notting City's Spirit Hall will come to our village to awaken your spirits.
On that day, you will Don’t go out and mess around again, but don’t be late and miss the event of your life.”
Old Jack gave Ye Feng and Tang San serious instructions.
In fact, he also wanted Tang San and Ye Feng's future happiness.
But what he said made Ye Feng feel quite speechless.
"Old Jack, you have to speak clearly.
What does it mean that my mistress and I went out to have sex? The two of us were obviously going out to sweat, how can we call it chaos?" Ye Feng couldn't help but correct the old man.
Jack's words were full of inducements.
"Brother Feng...if you can't say it...just stop talking..."
Tang San glanced at Ye Feng with a depressed expression.
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.
He can make things that are normally normal seem to be colored, which is very weird.
"Grandpa Jack, what is going on with that awakening ceremony you mentioned? Can each of us awaken the martial spirit?" Tang San asked curiously.
"You are right, each of us has our own martial soul in our body.
Generally speaking, we commoners without power can awaken our martial soul with the help of the deacon of Wuhun Hall after reaching the age of six.
, as long as the martial soul is awakened, even if you cannot become a soul master in the future, your abilities in certain aspects will be enhanced, so you should all understand, right?"
Old Jack said earnestly.
The awakening of martial souls is the most important thing for civilians.
Even if you can't awaken any powerful martial soul and become a glorious soul master, even if you awaken some hoe and sickle, you can still save a lot of money for blacksmithing.
"Ability in certain areas? Sorry, I don't understand.
After all, I'm still a child."
Ye Feng suddenly shook his head.
He felt that Old Jack must be up to something.
but.
He and Tang San are only six-year-old children!
Could you, old man, please stop saying such things to them?
"You kid...I really admire you..."
Old Jack glared at Night Breeze helplessly.
Do you still know that you are a child?
Focus on connotation at every turn.
Originally, future in Old Jack's dictionary meant the future.
It's okay now.
The future actually turned into the future!
You said that old Jack is old, where will he go in the future?
After old Jack left.
Tang San looked at Night Breeze thoughtfully and asked, "Brother Feng, what kind of martial spirit do you think we will awaken? Will we become soul masters?"
Ye Feng glanced at Tang San and said meaningfully: "Stop thinking about it.
It's useless to think about this kind of thing too much.
Let's talk about the future matters later."
There is nothing wrong with what I said.
Doesn’t the future situation have to be known only in the future?
.........
the next few days.
Tang San was carrying out daily training as usual.
As for Night Breeze.
He didn't go out much in the past few days.
He held a bundle of blue silver grass every day and pulled out the leaves one by one.
"The best martial spirit, the useless martial spirit, the best martial spirit, the useless martial spirit."
"Hey..."
"What kind of martial spirit 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 but think about it.
After all, we are in the Douluo Continent.
Martial spirits are really important!