Su Yuntao was a little confused, after doing martial soul testing for so many years, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

If you want to say that there is no martial soul, this kid has soul power, and the soul power is not low, at least it should be above the innate full soul power, otherwise it is impossible for the crystal ball to explode.

The martial soul on this kid is likely to be a martial soul that he has never seen, or a martial soul that cannot be detected at all with his current means.

Su Yuntao's gaze stayed on Chen Jun, "Boy, does your father have a martial spirit?" ”

Before Chen Jun could speak, the child next to him said: "His father runs a tavern, and the martial soul is a wine barrel." ”

"You're a wine barrel, so your mother, isn't your mother beautiful?" Su Yuntao asked anxiously.

Jun Chen: "....."

What the hell, do you suspect that his adoptive father was given green?

"There's no martial soul, but she's just the most beautiful woman in the Holy Soul Village."

Hearing the children around him say this, Su Yuntao looked aware, "There are two situations, first, you don't have a martial soul on your body, and second, you may have some kind of mutated martial soul on your body, but my side of the martial soul branch hall can't test it, if you want to test it, you can go to a big city, such as Ruoding City." ”

"Tang San is full of innate soul power, your soul power is at least equal to his, but it's a pity that the uncertainty of your martial soul is too high, if you want to become a soul master, there is little hope, you have to pile up resources to see results."

Su Yuntao originally wanted to recommend the boy in front of him, who was neither humble nor arrogant, to his superiors.

It's a pity that the risk brought by the martial soul is too high, if it is further determined that the mutated martial soul is similar to a hoe and other waste martial souls, it will not only waste a lot of resources, but also destroy a child's mind, and most importantly, he himself will have to eat and hang.

There were already many naughty and mischievous children next to him with gloating expressions, only Tang San's gaze fell on Chen Jun and he was a little surprised, it was really commendable that a child could have that kind of bearing like a peaceful lake.

"Master Su, what is the innate soul power?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Innate soul power refers to the highest soul power that the soul master can achieve when the martial soul awakens." Su Yuntao explained seriously: "The amount of innate soul power determines the level of the soul master's cultivation start, the higher the innate soul power, the faster the acquired cultivation speed. ”

"Moreover, a soul master who is full of innate soul power will have an incomparably huge advantage over ordinary people in his subsequent cultivation. After all, when I awakened my own martial soul, my innate soul power was only two levels. ”

Su Yuntao's gaze fell on Chen Jun and Tang San. The two are full of innate soul power, but unfortunately the risk of one martial soul is too high, and it is a pity that the other Blue Silver Grass is a waste martial soul.

Tang San wanted to ask again, but Su Yuntao had already walked out of the door without any nostalgia.

The door opened, and Old Jack greeted Su Yuntao with a nervous face, "Master, how is it." Is there any possibility that the children in our village will be able to become soul masters this year?"

Su Yuntao looked at Chen Jun and Tang San, and said, "There are two, but the hope of becoming a soul master is slim, you can look at the indicators of this year's Zodiac City." ”

The Holy Soul Village is a village that has been born of the Soul Saint.

There is a quota for working students in Zoding City every year, which can be said to be an opportunity to change their fate for many people who have never even stepped out of the village.

Village Elder Jack's gaze stayed on Chen Jun and Tang San, as if he was making a choice.

Chen Jun knew that this old village chief had always been jealous and hateful, and he had a lot of opinions about Old Chen, the richest tavern in Holy Soul Village, not to mention that he himself was also very fond of Tang San.

It goes without saying who this quota is given to the work-study students in the village.

Chen Jun naturally didn't have any idea about a work-study student quota, he had too many methods, but he was still a little uncomfortable with Old Jack's behavior.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Chen."

Tang San still didn't want to go, especially as a traverser, he actually grabbed a child's place, maybe if it wasn't for his arrival, this child of the Holy Soul Village might have a different fate.

This was Tang San's inner thoughts, but he didn't know that the person in front of him was another traverser.

is still a time-traveler who has seen the fate of his life.

Tang San stood on the second floor, and Chen Jun could at least stand on the fifth floor.

Chen Jun shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, my family has money, and there is no problem with reading." ”

Lao Chen, the owner of the tavern, is indeed a rich man, and he has to buy all kinds of raw materials from Ruoding City every month, so there is no problem for him to go to Ruoding City to study. For him, books are often the most effective way to get in touch with the secrets of the world's origin, and knowledge can be turned into power, and Chen Jun has always believed in this.

"Aren't you worried about your martial spirit?"

Tang San walked side by side with him, he had never seen such a calm child.

"What is there to worry about, I believe that my martial soul must be very powerful." Chen Jun smiled, "Tang San, do you want to become a soul master?" What are your dreams? ”

"Dreams, it's too early for me to talk about dreams at my age."

"Early, I think you must have hidden something from that Su Yuntao, your martial soul is by no means as simple as Blue Silver Grass, it must be a very powerful thing."

Tang San's heart sank, he did hide it, there was a hammer in his left hand, although he didn't know what the function was now, but out of the caution of the traverser, he didn't show it rashly, how could the child next to him notice his strangeness?

"Shuzhong Tang Gate?" Tang San was secretly tempting.

Chen Jun almost laughed, Tang San was testing whether he was a disciple of the Tang Sect and fell off the cliff with him.

Tang San's Tang Sect didn't know, but he knew very well that second-rate poison sect in the Xiaoao Jianghu, and he wanted to test it.

"What is the Tang Gate, is it a door made of sugar, can you eat it?" Chen Jun said seriously: "Cars, rockets, aircraft carriers? ”

Doors made of sugar.

Tang San: "?? ”

"What are cars, rockets, aircraft carriers?" Tang San asked curiously.

It seemed that Tang San's was indeed an ancient native, Chen Jun shook his head and said, "I've heard that cars, rockets, and aircraft carriers are the secret weapons of the Martial Spirit Palace. ”

As the son of the tavern, Chen Jun may indeed be in contact with the information of going south and north, Tang San didn't think much about it.

The chances of the disciples of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong crossing into this other world together are very small, and he has seen this Chen Jun since he was a child.

If he was really a disciple of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, he would have been exposed a long time ago, and Tang San had not found any information about his internal strength of the Tang Sect in him.

And even if it is a disciple of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, he crossed over to this other world.

As the most outstanding genius of the Tang Sect, Tang San was confident that he was not afraid of anyone.

It's just that this Chen Jun does have a secret that no one knows, and Tang San is not interested in finding out, after all, there is a secret that is bigger than that he is a traverser.

"Are you going to the city of Rodin too?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Yes, it's most likely that we will go to Ruoding City to study together." Chen Jun asked, "Little San, what do you think you will be like when you become a big man in the future?" ”

"Big shots? I don't know about this, but I'll know later. Tang San said goodbye and left, "Xiao Chen, I'll go first." ”

Chen Jun watched the six-year-old Tang San leave, and sighed in his heart.

Tang San's limitation lies in his vision, and not only Tang San, but all of the Shrek Seven Monsters.

In Chen Jun's opinion, to a certain extent, "Douluo Continent" can be said to be a complete tragedy.

It tells the story of Tang San from another world who traveled through with secret weapon technology and tried to overthrow the Douluo Continent, a feudal theological rule dominated by the Wuhun Palace, and finally failed.

Tang San wanted to defeat the gods, but in the end, he could only become a god.

Oscar in Shrek's Seven Monsters wants to break the barrier between nobles and commoners, but in the end he can only become a nobleman.

The brave man who slays the dragon eventually turns into an evil dragon and assimilates into a part of the decay.

Douluo's ending is a happy ending on the surface, but in fact, it reveals the powerlessness of people in the face of reality, and satirizes the oppression and enslavement of human nature in Western feudal society.

The task given to Chen Jun by the system is to make Qingyunmen the strongest sect in Douluo.

But he felt that the overthrow of this decadent Western aristocratic society was a challenge with a greater sense of historical responsibility, spreading the red color throughout the heavens and worlds.

Of course, in this way, he will inevitably embark on the road of single-handedly taking on the whole world, and become the black hand of manipulating the world in the eyes of the world.

.....

During this time, Chen Jun and Tang San's contact was much more frequent.

Of course, each other still conceals the secrets of their respective crossings, and belongs to superficial friends, superficial friends.

In fact, it wasn't impossible for Chen Jun to say it, but he felt that he would wait until Tang San became a big man.

Tell his biggest secret again, and watch his expression go from circled, questioning, to shocked, it will be fun.

Now Tang San is too young to be interesting.

These days, Tang San has been learning iron striking with his father Tang Hao and contacting the hammer method.

Originally, Tang's father was reluctant to let his son become a soul master, because he was worried about the power of the Wuhun Palace, after all, their family had a blood feud with the Wuhun Palace, but when Tang San showed that Haotian Hammer was a twin martial soul, Tang Hao still couldn't bear to waste such a powerful talent and Tang San's attentive gaze.

Chen Jun has been pondering his martial soul on the top of the mountain.

One thing is certain, he does not have a martial soul, but it can also be said that he has a martial soul.

To be precise, his martial soul form is ever-changing, and he is not subject to any restrictions, just like a blank piece of paper, there is nothing, but he can have anything when he writes about it.

Chen Jun was noncommittal on this, and whether or not he had a martial soul had little impact on him.

And his soul power, Chen Jun can be sure, should be at level 30 of innate soul power, if it is not for the age limit, and it is limited by the rules of the world, it can actually be higher.

Su Yuntao said that at most the innate soul power is level 10, and it is impossible to exceed the innate level 10, I don't know if his condition is an anomaly.

In fact, if it weren't for Chen Jun having forgotten the plot of Douluo Continent a long time ago, he would have known that the daughter of Pope Bibi Dong of the Martial Spirit Hall and the former Pope Qianxun - Qian Ling Xue is a level 20 congenital soul power, a martial soul seraphim.

Chen Jun spends most of his daily work testing his own magic and the feasibility of his supernatural powers in this world.

This is just like when he entered the world of Zhuxian from the world of Xiaoao martial arts, the rules of different worlds need to change different martial arts methods, and the magic spells that fit the operation of this world are more efficient.

On the top of the mountain, there was a sudden explosion and a crisp sound.

I saw a green leaf piercing the torso of a big tree, and the child standing ten meters away was the delicate and lovely Chen Jun.

With a flick of his wrist again, the leaves between his index and middle fingers of his right hand spun out, cutting through the air and flying straight out, hitting the tree ten meters away.

In just one month, Chen Jun has lifted the leaves from 5 meters away to 10 meters.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a great progress, but in Chen Jun's eyes, it is sparse and ordinary, a bit similar to the effect of a car behind closed doors, without contact with the martial soul of this world, soul skill knowledge, many of his conjectures and experiments are in the air.

But a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and it is time to go to the junior college of Rodin City.

.....

At the entrance of the Holy Soul Village, the village elder Jack and a carriage were waiting on the side.

The carriage was hired by the tavernkeeper's adoptive parents, and they were not stingy with Chen Jun's adopted son, and naturally they were also in favor of Chen Jun's entry into Notting City Junior College to study.

Chen Jun is not an indifferent person with a hard heart, although he can't give the two of them real emotional comfort, but during this time, he still gave the couple some ways to make koji, but he didn't give much, after all, once there are more, it will be the trouble to cause trouble.

After waiting for a while, Tang San arrived alone, and there was no father by his side to say goodbye.

It's just that Chen Jun's spirit can feel that there is a strong aura in the dark, obviously Tang Hao is secretly observing, and he can't rest assured that his precious son is not at ease.

After the tavern's adoptive parents explained many things, the carriage started.

Chen Jun and Tang San were sitting in the carriage, perhaps because of their age and entering the same academy, Tang San gradually recovered from his loss and opened the conversation.

"Old Grandpa Jack, what is Notting City Academy?" Tang San asked Old Jack, who was driving the carriage.

"I don't know, but where you'll learn a lot of knowledge, make a lot of friends, and the state will give you a monthly subsidy." Old Jack thought for a while, "There are still a lot of preferential conditions for work-study students, tuition and accommodation fees are exempted, and only the money for their own meals is enough." You can do some simple work in the academy in exchange for food. For example, cleaning classrooms and so on. ”

"In general, the study of work-study students at the college is not much different from free. If we pay to study, we poor people can't afford it. ”

Tang San said: "Dad said, let me find a blacksmith shop to work after I arrive at the college." ”

"You go to work in the blacksmith shop, what are you kidding, I think Tang Hao is really crazy." Old Jack said angrily, "How old are you, you haven't cast a hammer yet." ”

Tang San asked, "Xiao Chen, what kind of work will you do?" ”

Chen Jun stretched, "My family still has a bit of a foundation, it is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work in this life." ”

Tang San: "....."

Old Jack: "....."

After a period of silence, Tang San asked about other topics, and the carriage walked like this for a long time, finally arriving at Notting City.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is located in the west of Notting City. Old Jack inquired a few times with passers-by. Finally came here with the two of them.

Notting City is imposing, with a tall arch. The arches are 20 meters wide and 10 meters high, and are made of solid rock. There are two iron gates underneath, swarthy and made of fine iron.

Naturally, Old Jack and Tang San were severely despised by the porter because of their countryman-like clothes, and they were stopped outside the door and not allowed to enter.

This is the popular way of writing in Douluo Continent, and it is usually the routine of the porter because he despises the protagonist's clothes, stops him at the door, and then is slapped in the face by the protagonist.

If the current author dares to write like this, it is not the Renaissance, and he must be prepared to be sprayed to death by readers.