The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

As the days passed, and as the annual awakening ceremony approached, the village was filled with a tense atmosphere similar to that before the college entrance examination.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there are two major empires in the Douluo Continent, or two alliances, among the two empires, a large number of territories are divided into princes, and there are countless nobles with armed forces.

Due to the long existence of the two empires, the class has long been solidified, and the difficulty for ordinary people to get ahead is no less than the difficulty of hell, so basically don't even think about it.

Of course, there are no absolutes in everything, and for ordinary people, the only opportunity to achieve a counterattack in life is only once, and that is to cultivate martial spirits.

It is said that everyone has their own martial soul, among them, a very small number of people's martial souls can be cultivated, forming a profession called a soul master, and the most noble profession in the pan-continent is a soul master.

It can be said that the annual awakening ceremony in the village is no less than a small-scale college entrance examination, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a single-plank bridge crossed by thousands of troops.

Awakened martial soul, or even awakened martial soul that can be cultivated, you can stand out at once, not only yourself, but even your family can live a rich life, if you don't succeed, you can only be an ordinary person for the rest of your life, sunrise and daily income, and then marry an ordinary wife, give birth to a litter of babies, and live a life in chaos.

Since he came to the Douluo Continent, Yang Ming didn't want to be an ordinary person, he was eager to become stronger, eager to get out of this village, eager to explore the magnificence and colorfulness of this world!

The genius was slightly bright, and Yang Ming had already run two kilometers on the hill outside the village, with a spear diagonally straddling his back, longer than his height,

Taking off the spear from his back and facing the morning light rising in the east, Yang Ming began to practice his marksmanship one by one.

In Glory of Kings, Han Xin and Zhao Yun are both veterans of using guns, but their styles are completely different.

If Han Xin's style is neat, light and elegant, Zhao Yun is a fast, strong and fierce type.

Yang Ming's marksmanship is not a trace of routine moves, and he takes the actual combat route.

Han Xin's style of picking, stabbing, collapsing, and shaking, and Zhao Yun's style of sweeping, splitting, chopping, and wiping, all naturally blended into one in Yang Ming's body, without the slightest disobedience, as if the marksmanship should have been like this.

Yang Ming lunged forward, snorted, clenched the spear in his right hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of the grass, the strength in his hand reached the tip of the spear, the cold light flashed, the tip of the spear pierced a fallen leaf, the force was limited to one point, and a hole appeared in the center of the palm-sized fallen leaf.

After practicing marksmanship all morning, Yang Ming was already sweating profusely, raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was almost time for lunch.

Putting away his spear, Yang Ming hurried back to the village from the mountain.

The Holy Soul Village is the same as in the past, simple villagers, simple villages, chickens and dogs barking, and the road is not left behind.

As the grandson of the village elder Jack, Yang Ming will greet him cordially wherever he goes, Yang Ming is not the kind of saint who does not eat the fireworks of the world, he will always return the greetings, and over time, Yang Ming is unexpectedly very popular in the village.

At this time, there was a rush of horses' hooves and the screaming of women at the village gate.

Yang Ming paused and looked back suddenly.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I suddenly get angry.

A young man rode a black horse and galloped along the village road.

Holy Soul Village is a very traditional agricultural village, the economy is underdeveloped, which also leads to the village road is not very spacious, this young man is not unaware, but instead connived at the dark horse under the seat to run wild, which is equivalent to driving a BMW car on the highway to run a red light, and does not care about other people's lives at all!

It has been nearly six years since he came to Douluo Continent, and the people in the village are simple, and the villagers in every household are very good to Yang Ming, and Yang Ming has long regarded this place as his home, now seeing this scene, how can he not be angry?

What's more, in order to avoid being hit by a dark horse, the pedestrians on the road have been chaotic, everyone scrambled to both sides of the road, seeing a pregnant woman who was pregnant for nine months stumbling under her feet and almost fell to the ground, but the young man behind him did not have the slightest intention of slowing down, and continued to drive the black horse to gallop, even if it did not hit the pregnant woman, I am afraid it would frighten her, resulting in premature birth of the fetus!

In this extremely backward village of medical and health care, it is not easy for pregnant women to die prematurely!

"Stop!"

Yang Ming was furious, his starry eyes were round, his thick eyebrows were upside down, the spear was a little on the ground, and the person was like a Feiyan slashing a semi-arc in mid-air, and before the black horse rushed over, he helped the pregnant woman up and took her to the shop next to him to rest.

After doing all this, Yang Ming held a gun in the middle of the road, pointed the tip of the gun at the young man on the black horse, and asked angrily:

"Who are you, actually galloping on the village road, do you know that you almost killed a lot of people just now!"

"Phew!"

The young man pulled the reins tightly, grabbed the horse's head, the first two hooves of the black horse left the ground, and the horse's body stood up, so as to avoid hitting Yang Ming dangerously and dangerously.

The black horse shook the horse's head unhappily, and the horse's eyes with the size of copper bells glared at Yang Ming, and two white smoke spewed out from its big nostrils.

Even the horses are arrogant!

When he got closer, Yang Ming's eyes froze, and he could see the appearance of the young man clearly.

This person looks to be in his twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very handsome appearance, wearing a white power suit, a black cloak behind his back, and a fist-sized soul character in the center of his chest.

This is the standard attire of the direct personnel of the Wuhun Palace.

On the left chest, there is a badge engraved with a long sword, and the badge is a total of three long swords intertwined.

Yang Ming frowned, his grandfather Old Jack once gave him common sense, the number of three handles represents the third-class title of the soul master, and the long sword represents that this deacon from the Martial Soul Hall is a battle soul master.

Soul masters all have their own martial soul power, and according to the strength of the martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles, and each title is divided into ten levels.

Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, Title Douluo.

Yang Ming felt a little tricky, and said astringently:

"Are you from the Martial Spirit Palace?"

The young man comforted the dark horse under the seat, and when he heard this, he glanced at Yang Ming condescendingly, and saw that it was a six-year-old boy, with a hint of pride and contempt in his eyebrows, and raised his horsewhip and pointed at Yang Ming unceremoniously, and said indifferently:

"I'm a War Spirit Master from Notting City, and I'm also the Patrol Deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall Su Yuntao, little brat, don't stand in my way!"

Yang Ming's face sank, pointed to the pregnant woman who was almost knocked down by Su Yuntao just now, and said angrily:

"You almost bumped into someone just now, shouldn't you apologize to her?"

Su Yuntao was unmoved, and said coldly:

"It's not like it hasn't hit it yet."

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