What the hell is a mutant blacksmith martial spirit? Huang Ying's head was full of black lines, and he almost scolded, "This is the information written by that bastard?" God's special blacksmith martial soul, the blacksmith martial soul should also hold a hammer, how can it be possible to hold a flying axe? ”

He threw Yi Tian's file aside, and secretly scolded the people in the Sunset City branch hall for not doing anything.

"Yi Tian, this kid's martial soul is activated, just like a singing and storytelling," he thought about it carefully, "I have to call this kid over and ask him face to face!" ”

Huang Ying got up and went out.

After class.

Huang Ying left Yi Tian alone: "Xiaotian, now I'm going to arrange a mimicry and slender venue for you, tell me, what are the characteristics of your martial soul?" ”

"Gold Medal Streamer!"

Yi Tian didn't want to say it.

"Gold Medal Streamer?" Huang Ying was stunned, "What is this?" ”

"That's the host, similar to the commentary of the Fighting Arena, the kind that explains the event more to the audience!" Yi Tian said.

Huang Ying's face was inexplicable, and he was slandered in his heart, he was worthy of a mutated martial soul, and there were all kinds of strange situations, in comparison, it was Yi Tian's second martial soul that seemed a little more normal.

"I see!" Huang Ying nodded thoughtfully, thinking about what kind of mimic cultivation environment should be arranged for Yi Tian.

Yi Tian looked at Huang Ying and remembered the scene when he had obtained the martial soul skill twice.

The first time was at the Glory Execution Ground at Draven.

The second time was on the battlefield where the two armies faced each other.

No matter how you look at it, the characteristics of Draven's martial soul should not be the anchor;

The gold medal anchor is the skin, and the core of Draven should still be the executioner and the general, and the cart cannot be put before the horse.

"That teacher, I remembered, my martial soul characteristic should be the executioner......" The executioner was not very good, he quickly changed his words: "It's the executioner and the general!" ”

"Gold Medal Streamer? Executioner? Checkmate? Huang Ying muttered to herself, and every time she said a name, the expression on her face became strange.

He suddenly remembered the mutated blacksmith martial soul on Yi Tian's file, and suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

"Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! ”

"Whew, lying on the grass......" Yi Tian covered his head and jumped up, and subconsciously said the head Zen.

"Teacher, why are you beating me?" He was a little confused, and he ate a few brain meltdowns for no reason.

"Your martial soul characteristics are a bit much, don't give me sloppy eyes, honestly, what are your martial soul characteristics?" Huang Ying's face darkened.

"Anchor, executioner, general!" Yi Tian said word by word.

"Are you sure?"

Huang Ying expressed his suspicion that the multiple characteristics of martial souls are often related to each other, but Yi Tian's three characteristics seem to be unrelated, and it can even be said that the eight poles can't beat each other.

"Sure!"

"Okay, you can go!"

Huang Ying waved his hand.

Yi Tian left thoughtfully, and said in his heart: "I won't go to the slaughterhouse in the next martial soul mimic environment, right?" ”

"Am I going to change my subclass from blacksmith to pig slaughterer?" He shook his head fiercely, "If that's the case, it's too uncomfortable!" ”

However, if you can cultivate faster in the slaughterhouse, you can only grit your teeth and participate.

Under Huang Ying's organization, Zhu Zhujin, Zhang Xing, Zhao Yingjie, Su Yue, and Al began to consciously run in.

Huang Ying had the idea of integrating several of them into a team, after all, these were the most talented people in the class;

It is also a little genius that he carefully selected and forcibly snatched from many teachers.

As for Ike and Yan.

Sooner or later, these two people will return to the Martial Soul Campus, and they already have their own Soul Master team on the Martial Soul Campus, so naturally he doesn't need to make too many arrangements here.

And Zhang Xing's offense is the best defense, a brainless and reckless strategy, and he declared bankruptcy under Huang Ying's brain, and began to obediently act as a front-row meat shield.

Huang Ying also attaches great importance to them, believing that as long as they are given a little time, their future achievements will not be bad.

It's just that in Huang Ying's opinion, Yi Tian has a bright future, his talent is too terrifying, especially with a second martial soul.

If he doesn't die young, thirty years later, I'm afraid he will become an almost invincible Super Titled Douluo.

With Zhang Xing, Su Yue, Al and others, Yi Tian's life is better.

After all, there are five more people, Huang Ying's energy is scattered, and he will not be caught training hard.

Huang Ying, as a Contra Douluo, is not the same as Yu Xiaogang's theoretical school.

From time to time, he would come down to give a personal instruction to teach the students some problems in the use of soul power.

So when a few people were training, they were also in pain and happy.

Now in the theoretical courses of the academy, except for the very necessary soul beast characteristic cognition courses, Yi is basically in a state of disappearance.

The old men will occasionally name names, and at this time, it will be time for Zhu Zhujin to show his housekeeping skills, change his original gentle and gentle character, and shout with full of energy.

And then.

Yi will go to see Hu Liena.

Either go to the Soul Hunting Forest to train the art of catching axes.

Or go with Hu Liena to the Pope's Palace to listen to Bibi Dong's lectures.

Three years later, Wuhun City.

Not long after coming out of the bustling neighborhood, I saw a very majestic and majestic church, with a semi-circular vault towering, a huge white cross sword standing on it, and the windows below were very narrow.

There were already a lot of people in the square, pointing at a group of people in the center of the square, and there was a feeling of emotional excitement.

In the center of the square was a row of crossed swords, which were exactly the same as those in the hands of the Seraphim statue in the main hall behind.

In the center of the square, on the row of crossed holy swords, there was a row of big men in the shape of a man, this group of big men with blue faces and fangs, exuding a fierce aura all over their bodies, and a faint red light came out of their eyes.

From time to time, the surrounding people brought stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. to this place, and the sound of cursing was mixed into a mess.

"Kill this group of evil soul masters!" Someone spat on it, "This group of dogs kills people and cultivates, and they have destroyed several villages in the last few times!" ”

"It's so miserable, I saw it with my own eyes, the whole village has no chickens and dogs, even the little babies waiting to be fed, it's just not human!"

"I heard that it was the soul masters of the law enforcement group, dressed as ordinary caravans, running back and forth several times between the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, and squatting for half a year before they were caught!"

The crowd below was full of discussions, judging the prisoners in the center of the square.

"Get out, wait for the damn Wuhun Palace, you will be destroyed, you will be killed......" The imprisoned prisoner roared unwillingly:

"Sooner or later, Lord Blood God will drive you all to extermination, so that you Wuhun Hall chickens and dogs will not be left behind, and you will be removed from the mainland!"

……

Behind this group of big men, there stood a group of members of the Martial Spirit Palace's Law Enforcement Corps, led by a middle-aged man wearing a wide white robe with gold trim.

He quietly watched the prisoners roar and roar, but did not speak, solemn and solemn, while behind him stood several men and women in white robes, clean and tidy.

Next to these white-robed people, there was also a young man sitting cross-legged.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, deaf to the scene in front of him, as if he had become accustomed to it.

Around him, there was a ray of red light flickering, and surging soul power erupted from all around him, forming a circle of ripple-like soul power.