Douluo Continent, the Heaven Dou Empire, one of the four affiliated sects of Haotian Sect, and a broken clan, are holding an annual martial soul awakening ceremony and a big competition within the clan.

All the clansmen gathered in the sect, and people came and went.

The six-year-old martial soul awakening ceremony held in the Martial Soul Hall was nearing the end, and an earth-shattering shout was suddenly heard, "Report to the family master, Yang Wu has awakened the Soul Breaking Spear, the martial soul strength is eight grades, and the innate soul power is nine levels." ”

An old man sitting in the middle of the main hall stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Really, Yang Wu, this kid has awakened the Eight-Rank Soul Breaking Spear?" An eighth-grade that is two grades higher than his brother Yang Kai? And it's still the ninth level of innate soul power? His face was full of joy and swept away his gloomy face.

This person was none other than Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po Yi clan, the eighty-second level strong attack system Battle Soul Douluo, and the eyes of the Yin Vulture were instantly full of warmth.

The Martial Spirit Hall became more and more aggressive, constantly attacking the major sects, Haotian Sect was hidden, and the four affiliated sects had already left it, each of which was hidden.

And the Yang family of the broken family, he is the only Douluo, and there is no leader among the younger generations. If he goes, the broken clan will be gone.

Now that an eight-rank soul-breaking spear martial soul suddenly appeared in the clan, he was overjoyed.

The martial soul of the Broken Clan is the Soul Breaking Gun, an offensive martial soul.

At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at the grandson beside him, Yang Chen, his only grandson, and unconsciously sighed secretly, this child's martial soul awakened six years ago, and it was not the Yang family's soul-breaking spear martial soul, but a mutated dog's tail grass waste martial soul, and the innate soul power was not at all.

To put it bluntly, for this Douluo Continent where the martial soul is supreme, the abolition of the martial soul, plus a little innate soul power, is basically a wasted person, and it is impossible to advance to the soul master in this life.

Po Yi clan, he is the patriarch, his son is gone, only this one grandson, that is, the future young patriarch, but he is a waste martial soul, a waste who cannot be promoted to the soul master for life, for the competitive Yang Wuving, the weight of the blow can be imagined.

In the past six years, he has been studying various pharmacology, collecting various elixirs, trying to change his grandson's body, but unfortunately, it has no effect.

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

Soon, the martial soul awakening ceremony ended, and the following is the big competition of the clansmen.

The Tabi of this tribe is divided into four groups according to age, one group under twelve years old, one group between twelve and eighteen years old, one group between eighteen and twenty-five years old, and one group over twenty-five years old.

The first to do this is for children under the age of 12.

I saw the stage tumbling and rolling, and the one-on-one competition continued.

Soon, it was the turn of Yang Wu, who had just awakened the eight-rank martial soul, to come to the stage, he was the eight-rank martial soul, and he instantly became the treasure of the family, and no one came to the stage to fight against him for a while.

He stood for a while, saw his brother Yang Kai in the audience winked at him from time to time, looked at Yang Chen, nodded, and said loudly: "I challenge the young patriarch Yang Chen." ”

When he shouted, everyone was stunned, and they all looked at Yang Chen, and at the same time they secretly felt sorry for him, and they were also sad for the patriarch Yang Wuving.

A twelve-year-old young patriarch was challenged by a six-year-old child who had just awakened his martial soul, no matter whether he won or lost, it was a big shame, not to mention, with Yang Chen's thin and weak body of a waste martial soul, he was really not the opponent of this newly awakened eight-rank martial soul Yang Wu.

Martial spirits are inherently suppressive.

In fact, every year in the clan competition, there are people who challenge Yang Chen, and in the past five years, three times are Yang Kai, the genius who awakens the six-grade soul breaking spear.

Every time, Yang Chen was beaten by Yang Kai and his nose and eyes were swollen, he was unrecognizable and lost face.

The other two were also people arranged by Yang Kai secretly.

Before Yang Wu awakened the martial soul, Yang Kai's talent was the highest, he was the grandson of the great elder of the clan, and the great elder was Yang Wuving's cousin, one of the contenders for the patriarch back then.

The people know what is greasy.

The Great Elder wants to push his grandson to the throne, inherit the young patriarch, and realize his unfulfilled wish back then.

Yang Wushu also knew about this matter, but this was a matter between children, and he was helpless, every time he finished the clan competition, he took Yang Chen back with a blue face.

But those times, after all, they were all children of the same age, and they were defeated.

But this time, it was a six-year-old child who competed with his grandson, and he was nominated for a battle, and the six-year-old challenged the twelve-year-old, and he was bound to lose.

Yang Wushu really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, so as to save shame.

This is stipulated by the clan rules, no matter who it is, as long as it is in a group, he cannot change it.

Everyone stared at Yang Chen.

At this time, Yang Chen looked up at Yang Wu on the stage, was silent for a while, gritted his teeth, and said in his heart, you little rabbit cub, you are looking for death by yourself, I can't blame me, I can only blame your brother.

Yang Wushu and all the clansmen didn't know that this Yang Chen was no longer the original Yang Chen, when he hunted soul beasts three days ago, he was beaten to death by Yang Kai, and was possessed by a person who was also named Yang Chen.

And this Yang Chen is a top student of Huaqing University on the distant Blue Mercury, just a freshman, usually obsessed with online games, three days ago in the middle of the night, when he was playing the Douluo game, he suddenly lost his soul, nothing happened, all the indicators of his body are normal, and his physical fitness is also superb.

So there is the current Yang Chen.

Yang Chen squinted at Yang Kai, and said in his heart, you kid, I don't know whether to thank you or hate you, without you, I'm afraid that I won't be able to come to this Douluo Continent that I am obsessed with, meet Tang San Xiaowu and others, and join hands with them to cross this mysterious continent; But Yang Chen in this world was killed by you, since I possess his body, I must avenge him, otherwise, he will not be at peace under the nine springs.

Then collect some interest from your brother first.

Yang Chen walked slowly towards the ring, and all the clansmen looked at him.

I thought he must be ashamed and annoyed, but I saw that his face was calm, unhappy or angry, and calm.

"Our young patriarch can't be stupid, right? Poor young patriarch. ”

"Every year, the young patriarch may be used to it, but in fact, it is not the young patriarch who is pitiful, but our patriarch."

Someone in the audience whispered.

Yang Chen came to the stage, stood in front of Yang Wu, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Wu, you challenge me?" ”

Yang Wu nodded childishly and said, "Yes, I will challenge you." ”

Yang Chen said: "Brother Wu, are you sure, you don't regret it?" ”

Yang Wu raised his head and said: "You kind of waste, you fell down under my shot, what do I have to regret?" ”

Yang Chen was still hesitant, but at this time, he didn't think much about it, Yang Wu was only six years old, and he could say these words, thinking that he was used to listening to Yang Kai and the Great Elder, with these two people, Yang Wu would not be much better in the future.

Silent recitation in my heart: System, open.

I saw a picture appear in my mind:

[Host]: Yang Chen

[Martial Soul]: Dog tail grass

[Level]: 0

[Soul Ring]: None

[Martial Arts]: Soul Breaker Marksmanship

[Soul Devouring]: 0

【Universal Derivation】

[Divine Soul Power]: 1000

This is the system that has appeared in his mind since he woke up, and he has simulated it many times, as long as he urges the divine soul power, the system will be activated.

But I haven't tried it and haven't found a chance to try it.

There is a martial soul devouring function in this system, which literally means devouring the martial soul, so take this Yang Wu open knife sacrifice system today and give it a try.

He said twice and said to Yang Wu: "Brother Wu, brother, my body is not good, you must let me do it, at least give me some face, don't let me lose too ugly." “

When everyone heard him publicly beg for mercy on stage, they all sighed secretly, and the young patriarch became more and more discouraged.

Yang Wushu was even more embarrassed.

Yang Wu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "No wonder grandpa and brother say that you are not worthy of being a young patriarch, you are really a waste, don't worry, I won't let you lose too ugly, I will definitely let you climb down this ring." “

Yang Chen nodded and said, "Then I'll thank Brother Wu first, let's start." “

Yang Wu pursed his lips and said, "Waste, look at my eight-rank soul breaking spear." ”

Immediately urge the martial spirit.

But when they saw a golden spear about five feet long with a faint halo in the air, everyone shouted in unison.

"It's really an eight-rank martial spirit, just awakened, it's five feet long."

"A genius is a genius, the first time you cast it, there is a faint halo, this is the best soul-breaking gun, Brother Chen will be Douluo in the future."

Yang Wu listened to everyone's praise, his face was full of triumph, he reached out and grabbed the Soul Breaking Spear, and shouted: "Yang Chen, suffer death." ”

Who knows, under his grasp, he grabbed an empty, obviously horizontal soul breaking spear, the light dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank into a thin needle less than three inches.

At the same time, he felt a pain in his mind, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground with an "ah", and the soul breaking spear disappeared.