"Should I call you a lone wolf son, or Xiao Lang's classmate?"

In a beautifully decorated room, Liu Yaqiao looked at Xiao Lang with a smile, and her eyes were full of playfulness.

Xiao Lang, who had been secretly vigilant, saw these fox eyes, and subconsciously took over and said, "Then should I call you Mentor Liu, or Mrs. Liu?"

"The name is just a code name, you can call me a mentor in the Martial Academy, out of the Martial Academy... Whatever you want!"

Liu Ya smiled even more charmingly, she was born a stunner with charming bones, and Xiao Lang's heart fluttered when she laughed. Especially with her last sentence, it is even more imaginative...

"What's the matter with Mentor Liu looking for me?" Xiao Lang secretly recited the Diamond Sutra several times, lowered his head and frowned, and told himself that this woman was poisonous, and if he wanted to live well, stay away from her!

"What's the matter, you sleep in the academy, it's not a problem, I'm your mentor!"

Liu Ya smiled like a fox, and when she saw the mocking pull on the corner of Xiao Lang's mouth, her face became serious, and she said solemnly: "Liu Ya officially invites you on behalf of the Liu family to become the honorary guest of the Liu family! The Liu family will train you at all costs and help you become a soul warrior! In the future, not to mention the dominant side, at least you can live a very nourishing life in the Medicine King City." ”

"In the future... It's moisturizing?"

The corners of Xiao Lang's mouth suddenly curved into a charming arc, and his surprisingly flat face immediately became demonic.

He muttered this sentence with special ambiguity, and stared at Liu Ya with a sharp gaze. It wasn't until Liu Ya was forced to lower her eyelids and was a little cramped and uneasy by his sudden momentum that she spoke: "Can I think about it?"

"How long?" Liu Ya's eyes lit up, and she smiled, her face showed a look of excitement, and she returned to her invincible aura of a mature woman.

"After the Western Ten Cities Martial Arts Academy!"

Xiao Lang didn't think about it this time, and decisively gave the answer.

"Okay, the door of my house is open for you at any time, Xiao Lang Gongzi!"

Liu Ya gave an ambiguous reply, Xiao Lang was drenched in cold sweat and immediately left, for fear that if he stayed with this woman who was so familiar that he was dripping water for a long time, his unmoving concentration would move like a rabbit...

"Help me become a Soul Warrior? when I'm a three-year-old?"

Out of the room, Xiao Lang sneered, although he was a cold martial artist, but her aunt knew a lot, and it happened that his aunt told him something.

Martial artists are eighteen years old, and they can go to the Divine Soul Pavilion to awaken their divine souls, but there is no one in ten thousand who can truly awaken. Out of 10,000 warriors, there is a Divine Soul Warrior, which is still very lucky. For example, in Medicine King City, last year's Divine Soul Festival, there were hundreds of martial artists who went to the Divine Soul Pavilion to awaken, but as a result, not a single Divine Soul Warrior was born!

As for what Liu Ya said about helping him become a Divine Soul Warrior, it is even more nonsense, if a small family of the Liu family can help people become Divine Soul Warriors casually, then the Liu family would have already dominated the Medicine King City!

"After the Western Ten Cities League gets the Feng Ling Dan, leave the Medicine King City immediately!"

Xiao Lang secretly made up his mind to pay attention, no matter what tricks this woman had, she would go for the best scheme, anyway, for more than ten years. He and his aunt Xiaodao have become accustomed to a life of displacement. If I hadn't heard about Feng Ling Dan this time, the three of them wouldn't have come to Medicine King City.

"A middle-level warrior? can kill a third-level high-level Xuan Beast Earth Splitting Tiger in an instant, and the real realm is at least a high-level warrior, right? A seventeen-year-old high-level warrior? Or a cold martial artist? With such a rebellious qualification, it's no wonder that the eighth master values it! Giggles, but who can snatch the man I Liu Jing fancies?"

Mrs. Ya leaned in front of the window alone, looking at Xiao Lang who was gradually moving away, her eyes were hazy, like a thousand-year-old fox spirit.

......

In the next martial arts class, Xiao Lang did not go to the square and perform the martial arts hall as usual, but hid in the grass next to the grove by himself and cultivated Xuan Qi.

In his past and present lives, his mind was extremely mature, so naturally he would not get together with some teenagers and girls, not for his aunt, he would not enter this kind of boring martial arts academy if he was killed.

Eating the dry food he brought with him, Xiao Lang cultivated until the sky was full of red clouds, and then he stood up, and with the students of the martial arts academy, they each retrieved their mounts and went outside.

His thin donkey looked extremely attractive among the countless horses, but Xiao Lang never paid attention to the eyes of others, and hurried towards Qingniu Town leisurely.

When I got home, the silver moon was still hanging high, and the door was opened with a smile on my face, like a knife of a prehistoric beast. The aunt sat in a wheelchair with a kind face, waiting for him to eat together.

"Auntie, if the Divine Soul Warrior can't be awakened, can it be cultivated the day after tomorrow?"

After having dinner, Xiao Lang brought hot water to wash his aunt's feet and massage, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Soul Warrior?"

My aunt put down the book in her hand, glanced at it a little strangely, and said, "Of course!"

"This..."

This time it was Xiao Lang's turn to be surprised, could it be that Widow Lang could really help him become a Divine Soul Warrior? He asked suspiciously, "Is it easy?"

"It's definitely not easy!"

My aunt didn't wonder why Xiao Lang suddenly asked about this, and patiently explained: "Everyone in the Divine Soul Continent has the soul of the ancient gods in their minds, and they went to the Divine Soul Pavilion at the age of eighteen to awaken, if the awakening fails, there is only one way to become a divine soul warrior!

Xiao Lang was even more surprised: "Devouring the Divine Soul?"

"Hmm!"

My aunt took a sip of tea and continued, "Heaven and earth are so big that there are no surprises. There are some strange places in heaven and earth, pregnant with innate souls. If a martial artist can't awaken and has a great chance to find these innate divine souls, and if he succeeds in devouring them, he also has a chance to become a divine soul warrior! However, this probability is very low, and there are only three people in the more than 1,000-year history of the War Dynasty who have succeeded in devouring them!"

"That's it!"

Xiao Lang smiled, understanding that Mrs. Ya was indeed blinding him, his eyes flashed with hope, and asked, "Auntie, do you think I can awaken the divine soul?"

"You'll be eighteen in three months!" my aunt said with a smile: "Whether you can become a Divine Soul Warrior or not, you will know at the end of the Divine Soul Festival!"

"Well, auntie, I'm going to the Colosseum!"

Xiao Lang didn't ask again, this aunt was very mysterious and hid a lot of things from him. He also knows that often when his aunt says that you will know something in the future, it means that he doesn't need to ask, and she won't say it if she asks.

Riding a donkey, Xiao Lang walked towards the Colosseum and began his daily training.

The familiar Colosseum, the lively atmosphere, the faint smell of blood in the air. This made Xiao Lang stay very comfortable, as if he had returned to the Death Mountain Range, returned to the Devil's Mountain.

His opponent this time was still a third-level Xuan Beast, weaker than last night's Earth Splitting Tiger, and his terrifying perception, calculation ability, and fighting instinct for life and death allowed him to easily kill this Xuan Beast.

At the end of the battle, Lord Scar passed the word again, and Mrs. Ya summoned her!

Xiao Lang was helpless, so he went to the Accord on the second floor, and after drinking a glass of wine, he chatted a few words, and he walked away very rudely.

The next few days were peaceful!

Xiao Lang is in Qingniu Town, the Colosseum of the Martial Arts Academy, going back and forth between three points and two lines, the difference is that there is an additional beautiful tutor in the Martial Arts Academy, and there is an extra Lang widow in the Colosseum.

Situ Zhanye, who was scared by Xiao Lang that day, was very low-key, although he occasionally swept over and had deep resentment hidden in his eyes, but he did not continue to provoke Xiao Lang, and Xiao Lang didn't see it at all. Bu Xiaoman was still recuperating at home and did not come to the martial arts institute. Situ Zhantian and a group of sons, the biggest gentlemen in the martial arts academy, entered the Devil's Mountain for the Western Ten Cities League, and they have not come back yet, Xiao Lang's life is extremely dull and fulfilling.

"Lone wolf, Eighth Master, please come over!"

On this day, Xiao Lang, as usual, had a drink at the Accord of the Lang widow Mrs. Ya, turned around and left. Mrs. Jing didn't say anything, and watched him leave with a smile. Out of the Accord Scar Ye was waiting outside, and there was a news.

"Scar?"

Xiao Lang thought he had heard it wrong, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said solemnly: "It's the eighth master, it's our owner!"

Eighth Master!

Xiao Lang was in awe, he had been in this Colosseum for half a year, of course, he had heard from people about this eighth master with a legendary story.

One of the five powerhouses of Medicine King City, a Divine Soul Warrior!

Five years ago, a man dressed in a big hat came from the east, arrived in Yaowang City, and established Yanyu Villa. In the past five years, the Situ family of the Liu family has wanted to take this villa that makes money every day many times as their own, but the Yanyu Villa is still the Yanyu Villa, and the eighth master is still wearing a big hat.

Xiao Lang was summoned by this big man with legendary experience for the first time, and he was a little nervous, and followed Scar Ye into the golden private room, and saw the man wearing a purple coat and carrying a wine jar.

The eighth master is very tall, more than one meter and eight, and he is wearing a purple coat, which is even more domineering. He turned his face sideways, looked at the Colosseum below, waved his hand casually, and Scar Ye immediately bowed and retreated.

"Eighth Master!"

Xiao Lang arched his hand and saluted respectfully, the people of the Colosseum took good care of him, and he naturally had a sense of respect for the owner of the Colosseum.

"Lone wolf, do you know what is the most precious thing about a person?"

The eighth master didn't look back, took a sip of the wine jar, and then said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

Xiao Lang pondered for a moment, and then replied decisively: "It's freedom!"

"That's right! It's freedom!"

The eighth master suddenly turned around and said: "Lone wolf, you have to remember that your people, your life only belongs to yourself, not to anyone and any family, at least not to a small family like Medicine King City!"

Xiao Lang grinned, his eyes were wild and arrogant, unruly, and said lightly: "Eighth master, my name is a lone wolf!"

The eighth master also grinned, poured a big gulp of liquor, and waved his hand to signal Xiao Lang to leave. After Xiao Lang left, the eighth master said faintly: "It's me who is too worried, this kid is a lone wolf, and he will not be recruited by any family at all, let alone a small family like the Liu family, Widow Lang seems to have wasted her efforts." Well, after observing for a while, you can find a way to cultivate it well, and when the time comes, bring it back to the family, maybe in a few years, there will be one more peerless genius in the dynasty. ”