It's been three years, and it's been three years since I came into this world. Although www.biquge.info spent two of the three years in the secret room, the three years were really rich. In fact, if you count the ten months in the mother's womb, it should be almost four years.

During these times, Yanyang was first reborn, then cultivated in his mother's womb, and brought Changchun Gong to the stage of Xiaocheng.

At the time of the full moon, due to the oppression of energy, he was plotted by the city lord Ye Tian, although he injured Ye Tian, but he also self-proclaimed for two years.

After that, he cultivated Changchun Gong to the Dacheng stage in two years, and dissolved all of Ye Tian's energy and became his own bag.

After waking up, because of a natural vision, he was approached by a master, so he tried his best to send that group of people away.

After that, he stayed in the Scripture Pavilion for five months, in the secret room for three months, and for another month of self-cultivation.

It can be said that in the past three years, he has almost exhausted the available time to enhance his strength and experience.

However, acquired efforts are important, and the innate foundation is also one of the elements of strength. And the awakening of the martial soul is a ritual to test the extent of his own talent.

The sleeping Yanyang was woken up by the maid Xiaohua, who was arranged by Lanshuang to take care of Yanyang's daily life. Xiaohua originally thought that this was a difficult task, taking care of the child, in the eyes of experienced old mothers, this is undoubtedly the hardest thing, every time Xiaohua heard them discuss, he would feel a feeling of cramps in his feet.

However, when she really started to take care of Yanyang, she found that it was not the case at all. For the first few days, she followed Yanyang and was inseparable, but gradually she found that Yanyang was like a little adult, everything was very organized, everything was punctual, even if she sometimes lay in bed, time was controlled within a cup of tea. As a result, she has nothing else to do except serve Yanyang to get up, sleep, and tidy up the room every day, and she can be regarded as one of the more leisurely people in the house.

Yanyang opened his eyes, glanced at Xiaohua, and looked outside, it turned out that it was already dawn. Yan Yang sat up, stretched his waist, and got out of the bed. Xiao Hua had already prepared the toiletries, and then took Yanyang to the inner hall for dinner, and Lan Shuang was already waiting for him there.

"Good morning, mother." Yanyang walked up to Lan Shuang and said.

"Good morning, Yangyang, did you sleep well last night?" Lan Shuang picked up Yanyang, touched his head, and said with a smile.

"Sleeping well, Daddy?" Yan Yang asked.

"Today is an important day for Yangyang, your father is already waiting in the martial arts arena, let's hurry up and finish breakfast and go to him." Lan Shuang said.

"Got it." Yanyang said.

Martial soul is an indispensable part of the people of this world. And the awakening of the martial soul, the time period of awakening is different for different people. Even if there is no ritual of the awakening of the martial soul, the awakening of the martial soul is only a matter of time. The ritual of the awakening of the martial soul, simply put, is to use external forces to stimulate one's own body and make the martial soul appear, that is, a larger-scale energy oppression.

The last time Yan Yang came out, Lan Shuang saw that he had reached the Guyuan Realm and his energy was substantial, thinking that his martial soul had awakened, but after her repeated observations, she didn't see the appearance of a martial soul on Yan Yang's body. So Lan Shuang personally inspected Yanyang's body and found that there was really no martial spirit, so he asked Yanyang what the situation was. Yan Yang didn't want Yan Mansion to intervene between him and Ye Tian, so he could only say that he didn't know. Could it really be that a senior master has come to the mansion, Lan Shuang can only think so, and this matter will be over.

Yanfu martial arts field, built at the foot of the back mountain of Yanfu, is usually bustling here, and the children of Yanfu are practicing here, but today it seems a little deserted. The periphery of the martial arts arena is guarded by the elders of the Yan Mansion, and inside is the worship of the ceremony, the current head of the Yan Mansion, Yan Xun, as well as the children who are suitable for the awakening of the martial soul, and the few children who have not yet awakened the martial spirit.

After the worshippers counted the number of people, they nodded to Yan Xun. Yan Xun waved his big hand, and the rest of the worshippers placed their hands on the grooves around the martial arts arena. At this time, I saw that the large circle in the center of the martial arts arena gradually raised upward, and then turned into a two-meter-high rectangular stone.

Yan Xun looked at the children below and said solemnly: "Without further ado, the next person whose name was read stepped forward and pressed his hand on the Yuan Stone for three seconds, did you hear that?" ”

"I hear you." The children said excitedly in unison, not frightened by Yan Xun's serious appearance.

"Alright, let's get started." Yan Xun said to the worshipper who had just gone down to take the roll call.

"The first one, Sun Zhiming." The worship pulled the male duck's throat and said loudly. At this time, a chubby child was squeezed out of the crowd, and with every step, the fat on his body trembled, and his facial features basically didn't see his eyes. The little fat Sun Zhiming walked up the steps with difficulty and put his chubby little hand on the Yuan Stone.

Yan Yang silently counted three times in his heart: three, two, one. At this time, I saw that the blue light of Yuanshi was blooming, enveloping the little fat Sun Zhiming, and then the cyan light gradually converged, forming a tusky and fluffy elephant behind the little fat man.

The level of the martial soul is the same color as the cultivation level, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The martial soul of the little fat Sun Zhiming, the cyan mammoth, belongs to the upper middle level. Even if it's not a mammoth, if it's replaced by a pig, because of the level, the little fat man's cyan pig martial spirit is much more powerful than the green level mammoth.

At this time, the worshipper on the side said loudly: The first, Sun Zhiming, martial spirit, blue-rank mammoth.

Hearing this, Sun Zhiming's family was excited. Sun Zhiming's father, Sun Xing, is the deputy head of Yan Mansion, and his martial soul is only at the yellow level, and he has always been suppressed by the head of the house. And now, Sun Zhiming's martial soul is blue-level, needless to say, the Sun family's status in the mansion will definitely improve accordingly in the future. Sun Xing was also very grateful to Yan Xun, who was the one who overcame public opinion and persuaded the elders and worshippers to let all the children in the mansion of the right age be able to participate in the awakening of the martial spirit.

Although this is just a means used by Yan Xun to make Yan Fu more powerful, it is a gift to those who make profits. Therefore, the people of Yanfu get along very well, what if the opponent's child martial soul level is so high that it can attract the attention of the high-level people in the mansion? Wouldn't that be even more faceless in the end?

"Next, Huang Li." The offering continued to say loudly. I saw a muscular child, slowly walking forward and pressing his right hand on the Yuan Stone. I saw that the blue light of Yuanshi bloomed, forming a blue ocean behind Huang Li, and then turned into a giant shark with horns on its head.

"Second place, Huang Li, martial soul, blue-level thorn shark." The worship said loudly. This attracted the attention of the worshippers around the martial arts arena. A blue-level martial soul is rare to see in a hundred years, and as a second-level martial soul, it must be very powerful. There are many offerings, and everyone wants Huang Li, as his apprentice, to go out in the future, and his prestige will be far and wide, and as his master, his face will also shine.

"Next, Lin Feifei." This is a little girl with two small pigtails, and the martial soul is a green-level turquoise ringed bird.

"Next・・・・・ next・・・・・ next ・・・・・." While the offering is called, it is recorded. During this period, some people's martial souls were green or above, some were yellow or below, and some were not manifested.

"Next, Yanyang." Yan Yang's heart was shocked: It's finally me!