Su Yuntao was blindfolded, he really couldn't recognize what it was?

He, like the other children, saw only that it was a pile of yellow paper, a blank pile of yellow paper.

It's no wonder that he is just a staff member of the Martial Spirit Hall who goes up the mountain and goes to the countryside, and his insight is not much better than that of Old Jack.

"Uncle, what kind of martial soul did I awaken?" Wu Ming asked knowingly, he was holding back the fire in his heart, and he had nowhere to go.

The appearance of Su Yuntao after releasing the martial soul made him even more irritable.

"Eh! what, whatever, uh......" After a long time, Su Yuntao couldn't make a fart.

Su Yuntao's face was a little swollen, and then it was even more embarrassing.

"Uncle, don't you even know about it?" Wu Ming continued to pierce his heart.

Tang San raised his head and wanted to speak, but he gave up again.

Because he didn't want to reveal his secrets, he had to be cautious in his words and deeds.

"Then do you think my martial soul can cultivate?" Wu Ming asked in the end.

Su Yuntao hesitated and said, "I guess it's okay......"

"Are you sure......" Wu Ming sped up his heart into the city.

"No, OK ......"

"Then test my soul power!"

"Okay!"

......

The others looked at it with a sour feeling, this tall, handsome, erudite, powerful, and honorable Great Soul Master Su Yuntao was led by the nose by an ugly, short, thin, and humble strange child.

This is a big surprise. But what happened next, everyone's eyes were going to fall.

Wu Ming took the yellow paper martial soul - the spell martial soul back with a familiar way.

He gently pressed his palm on the blue crystal ball, and the scene triggered by Tang San just now was staged again, and it was even better.

The whole crystal emitted a mesmerizing glow that lit up everyone's eyes and illuminated the whole room.

"Innate soul power!!"

Su Yuntao howled out with difficulty, this world is too crazy, it is rare in a hundred years, but today the miracle has been staged twice.

Su Yuntao felt that he didn't need to cultivate anymore, with this experience to advertise, how could he blow for a hundred years, just like the soul saint in the Holy Soul Village a hundred years ago, he could blow for a hundred years.

And the most important thing is that the martial soul of this Wu name is unknown, and it may be possible to cultivate.

If he recruits such a genius to the Martial Spirit Palace, then he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, and his official fortune will be prosperous.

"Innate soul power!!How is it possible!!!" The other seven lords who couldn't eat grapes said that grapes were sour, muttered in a low voice.

"His martial soul is yellow paper, I'm afraid it's a waste martial soul like Tang San......"

"Definitely ......"

"That's about the same as the toilet paper in my thatched house?"

"That's it, my family is also ......"

There are more and more discussions, and the sourness is getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, Su Yuntao roared angrily: "You guys get out of here!"

After a few seconds, he ran out in a panic.

As soon as they went out, they met Old Jack, and the children felt guilty, so they went back to their respective homes and looked for their own mothers.

"Wu Ming and Xiao San haven't come out yet?" said Old Jack to himself.

In the room, Su Yuntao said to Tang San and Wu Ming: "The test results of the two of you are full of innate soul power, I will report to the Notting City Martial Soul Branch." They will report the situation to the more advanced Martial Spirit Palace. Tang San, it's a pity, if it weren't for the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, you would definitely become a genius soul master who was in the limelight. I'm going to talk to Wu Ming!"

Tang San saluted respectfully and turned to leave. Old Jack saw him come out and asked about the result, Tang San shook his head, and then said goodbye to Old Jack, he wanted to go back to cook Chinese food for his father.

Old Jack sighed and waited outside the door......

Inside the room, Su Yuntao put away his package and said to Wu Ming: "Wu Ming, to be honest, I'm not sure what your martial soul is? Maybe looking at the entire continent, there are not many people who can know? But there is one person you have the opportunity to meet, so you must humbly ask for advice." ”

"What he said, could it be Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang!" Wu Mingxin said.

"People respect him as a master! He is the elder of our Martial Soul Palace, and he is the soul master who has the most research on martial souls in this continent. If you have a chance to meet, maybe he can answer what your martial soul is? Don't worry, when I go back, I will ask someone to help you identify your martial soul! Goodbye!!" Su Yuntao turned around and walked out of the Martial Spirit Hall after speaking.

Old Jack greeted him: "How's that, Venerable Soul Master?"

Su Yuntao sighed and said, "Half, half! Two innate soul powers, one Blue Silver Grass Waste Martial Soul, and one Martial Soul I don't know, look like yellow straw paper! I can't be sure if I can cultivate...... After a while, the top will send someone again! Alright, I have to go, go to the next village!"

Jack looked at Su Yuntao's departing back and sighed.

Wu Ming stood behind the old man, and could feel the desolation in the old man's heart, after all, countless hopes and countless disappointments were a kind of torture for an old man in his last years.

Wu Ming secretly swore: Since the thief God you let Tang San's twin martial souls become gods, and they also came through time, I shouldn't be so lucky! I will definitely be as good as Tang San! I'm sure......

But why the rune paper and the gourd......

Wu Ming's head was very big, and he was very hungry, so he followed the lost old Jack home.

When he got home, he saw Tang San waiting outside the courtyard.

It turned out that Tang San found that his Xuantian Gong and soul power were interconnected, and his bottleneck might be stuck in the soul ring.

"Grandpa Jack, what is a soul ring, how can I get a soul ring?" Tang San asked eagerly.

Wu Ming was so hungry that he almost spoiled the answer.

It's better to shut up in time, otherwise you won't have to wait for the next teacher to die first......

Wu Mingcai didn't want to just get out of the ghost gate and enter the crematorium again......

He playfully left the space to them and went to the kitchen to cook himself.

The conversation between Tang San and Jack lasted for an hour, Wu Ming had finished the meal, and the two were still chatting.

The fragrant meal interrupted the conversation between the two men.

All three were hungry, so they devoured them.

Jack is actually not the opponent of these two little boys, and Jack is also curious: when did Wu Ming learn to cook, and it is quite delicious.

What Old Jack naturally didn't know was: Wu Ming in the previous life, that was a master of life skills, laundry and cooking, carrying water and chopping wood, plus needlework, it was all just, but it was forced to be helpless, a master who was drunk and dreamed of death every day, a broken Taoist view in the barren mountains and mountains, and the survival skill package was essential.

Tang San was the same, he had to cook for his father at the age of four.

After eating, Tang San also pulled Old Jack to ask the soul master a question.

Wu Ming put a load on his back and went for a run, he wanted to make up for the time when the martial soul awakened.

He carried a hundred-pound weight bag on his back, and after running a few steps, he stopped.

He found a question: why is the weight so light today? He took the weight off, and the bag was tightly fitted, and it was still the same bag. But......