Outside the Holy Soul Village.

The sky was cloudy, and the white mist covered the various wooden houses in the village, which were not very tall.

A little boy dressed in simple linen clothes ran out of the misty village gate.

He had wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, even breathing, and ran unhurriedly towards the hill in front of him.

Halfway through the run, I suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked at one of the boulders.

I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.

The little boy had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, which was very suitable for people's eyes, but at this time he looked lazy, lying on a boulder, with Erlang's legs crossed, and a blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere in the village in his mouth, chewing deliciously.

"Brother Feng, get up so early every day, do you want to exercise with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy on the boulder.

"Little San'er? Stand down, I'm lying down, squinting for a while, it's getting hotter and hotter, and when you're done exercising, come and wake me up. ”

The little boy on the boulder did not open his eyes, as if he already knew who was coming, so he said lazily.

“…… Brother Feng, can you not use Xiao San'er... Call me by this name? ”

Tang San smiled bitterly.

Brother Feng, full name Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, a well-known little lazy worm in Holy Soul Village.

Other five or six-year-old boys, at this age, mostly get up early to exercise in preparation for the imminent awakening of the martial spirit.

Or get up early to plow the land and follow your parents to do some farm work.

As for Brother Feng, he often looks hopeless from the morning, lying down, and doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng is very pitiful, when he was just born, he heard from the village chief's grandfather that his mother died of dystocia.

Later, my father was also overly sad and became ill from overwork, and died within a year.

So, Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief's grandfather.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually became governor, and in addition to going to worship his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the grief of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is indeed a first-class smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Brother Feng didn't know what method to make the Holy Soul Village's grain and vegetable production greatly increase, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually become richer.

Brother Feng also erected the pillar at the entrance of the village, which in the mouth of the village chief's grandfather, may be the handprint left by the legendary soul saint.

It is claimed to the outside world that this is the handprint left by the soul saint, and he also made up a lot of stories, saying that as long as he comes to see and touch, he will have the possibility of becoming a soul saint in the future!

It is hard to attract a good surrounding village, even on the side of Notting City, there are often tourists who come to the village to pay respects.

Directly put this remote and barren Holy Soul Village, and within two years, it was built like a small town.

Even my father said that this maple boy has a different brain from others... Clever and sensible.

The whole village loved him.

But I'm too lazy.

"It's not called junior..."Wang Feng thought for a while, "Could it be called junior?" ”

"......" Tang San was speechless, "Let's call Xiao San, Brother Feng, I'll go exercise first." ”

As he spoke, Tang San waved his hand and climbed towards the hill in the distance.

Although he is small, his hands and feet are very sharp, and the small mountain bag more than 100 meters high seems to be walking on the ground in front of him.

In just a few minutes, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, three points are destined, and seven points depend on hard work... Ninety points rely on the gold finger... As the protagonist of the Douluo Continent, it's just different..."

Wang Feng had a lemon-like expression and looked at Tang San's clean skills.

Which is what a six-year-old boy should have?

Like himself, let alone climb up, he will not be able to kick after running for a while.

"It's all traversers... Little three, you are a strong man who is reborn..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different, I'm a weak reborn... How could I, a small house in the twenty-first century, travel into the world of Douluo Continent? Even if it crosses, it still crosses over a supporting role. ”

"Goldfinger won't give me one either. How does this make me play? ”

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a traverser, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, it is much worse.

There is no background against the sky, there is no dingding system, and there is no martial soul coaxed by a bull fork......

Of course, Wang Feng was extremely eager, but no!

Therefore, Wang Feng has been salted for six years, and he can only rely on the wisdom of his previous life to reluctantly improve the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the people in the village can live a little more comfortably.

"In a short time, it will be the official plot of Douluo Continent, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be almost here... If I awaken some sickle martial spirit, hoe martial spirit, I will simply hit my head on the tofu and die directly. ”

Wang Feng chewed the blue silver grass and looked at Tang San, who was on the hill, breathing and breathing, and was cultivating Xuantian Gong and Purple Pole Demon Pupil.

In his eyes, it was incomparably envious

He was on this boulder every day, watching Tang San cultivate, just thinking about whether he could steal a move and a half.

Unfortunately, he is not a genius and has no perspective.

I've been watching it for more than a year, but I haven't seen anything about it.

Watching Tang San slowly become stronger, the lemon is a basket, a basket of just right.

"Those Douluo fanfiction I read in my previous life, just worship Tang San and become a brother, and they will teach you all the unique skills of the Tang Sect... What a few random things! ”

When Wang Feng thought of this, he suddenly scolded the authors of those hateful Shabi in his heart.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, his soul is a genius who has played many high-level positions of the Tang Sect, and can also create the supreme secret weapon of the Tang Sect, Buddha Fu Tang Lian, and learn the highest internal strength of the Tang Sect.

Or an adult soul!

Even his father Tang Hao, this Xuantian Treasure Record didn't say anything.

When he was six years old, it was hidden as the biggest secret.

How can you tell an outsider?

People have just crossed over to the Douluo Continent not long ago, even if you are a brother, Tang San may not be able to pass it on to you.

"I really want to go back... Eh, no phone, no computer, can't brush Tik Tok, can't play games, S9 doesn't know if G2 won, or FPX won. ”

"I can't even find the resources to... Forget it, I can't move it. ”

Wang Feng sighed.

In the past six years, he has been thinking about going back all the time.

If there is a golden finger, Wang Feng feels that he must be ambitious, in this Douluo Continent, he will fight in all directions, marry a few beautiful girls, create a great reputation, and leave a legendary story...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, as the morning sun was born on the horizon, thousands of purple glows fell on the earth, as if it was covered with a layer of bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth.

"Little San, that kid, you should be almost done cultivating, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down from the hill bag with a radiant spirit.

"Brother Feng, why do you still have Blue Silver Grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the newborn sunrise, and said helplessly.

"What, you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

"It's be, after all... The most common grass. ”

Tang San said seriously after thinking about it, "However, even though it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the most vigorous and tenacious, and in this regard, the Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it. ”

Hearing this, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbfounded.

is worthy of being the protagonist, and it's different from the rest of the little kids, and he can still say such meaningful words.

"That's right, so I decided, junior, in the future, your martial soul will be Blue Silver Grass!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you're too damaged, aren't you..."

Tang San smiled bitterly, "Curse me!" ”

After all, this is the most ordinary plant grass, Tang San still hopes that his martial soul will be a little better...

"However, the martial soul can only appear after awakening, Brother Feng, what you said doesn't count..."

Tang San left with a smile, and didn't forget to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner." ”

Wang Feng watched Tang San go away with a silent expression, sighing faintly, and his heart was sour for a while.

That's exactly what happened.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Continent has officially begun... Congratulations to the host for checking in for the first time and getting the item: Meteor Tears! ”

"Note, the item will be delivered to the host in a realistic manner, and is expected to arrive this evening... Please pay attention to check. ”

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Palace! If you can reach the innate full soul power punch in, you will trigger an additional mysterious martial soul! I hope the host will work hard to improve! ”

Rumble!

As this voice sounded in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up directly from the boulder like a fried cat!

Flushed with excitement...

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