The awakening of the martial soul has made his strength improve by leaps and bounds.

The physique is twice as strong as before, and in terms of physical strength alone, it is already comparable to a five-star soul pawn at an average point.

The first layer of the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace cooperated with the Soul Flame, and his cultivation speed was much stronger than that of the others.

It's a pity that when time accelerates, his consciousness can't stay in the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace, and the Soul Flame will also be driven out.

In normal times, it is accelerated with the Soul Flame, and when it is okay, it is accelerated with time.

Of course, the next time you use time acceleration, you must make use of all the soul power fields, and you can't waste it like this time.

As for the second martial soul Mixed Yuan Divine Fire awakened because of the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace, Wang Ling still doesn't understand how to use it.

However, the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire is afraid that it is an existence of the same level as the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace, and it is much stronger than his own Soul Sacred Flame.

Sooner or later, the effect of the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire could be discovered, so Wang Ling was not in a hurry.

After planning the next schedule, Wang Ling began his first retreat.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is two days later.

The first batch of soul plants in Wang Ling's realm had matured a day and a half ago, and the seeds taken were just enough to fill two acres of soul fields.

Mixed Yuan Dao Palace added the Holy Fire of the Soul, and he joined the Xuanbu again, and in his previous life, he was a high-achieving student who graduated from an agricultural university, and Wang Ling quickly accepted this path.

Lewd, lewd, lewd!

The alchemist has the strongest connections and the best umbrella.

Every strong man of the twin martial spirits did not end well, and he had to be obscene to the extreme.

The king-level martial soul is already a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of foreign countries and soul beast forces, if another twin martial soul is added, then they are afraid that they will have to get rid of themselves at all costs.

"Principal Mei is worthy of being the president of the Demon Capital Soul Martial University, and he is really generous. But it's no wonder, after all, this year, the whole of Huaxia plus me has only awakened three king-level martial spirits. ”

Wang Ling smiled and glanced at the space ring given by Principal Mei.

Space equipment is extremely precious, and the smaller the mold, the larger the space, and the more difficult it is to make.

The space ring is already the smallest space equipment except for earrings and necklaces.

Ten cubic meters of space, although it does not seem large.

But that depends on who you compare yourself to.

Compared with the soul field hand of the Genbe? Just kidding, it's a bracelet that can only be obtained by an official member of the Xuanbu, and it's priceless, and every bracelet is registered and can't be sold.

Looking at the world, how many big family forces are willing to equip a student who has just awakened his martial soul? Very few!

"Four million Huaxia coins in cash, ten soul beads of a soul beast that I don't know what they are, a token that I don't know what it is for, a pair of boots, and a small amount of pills."

The pills were given less, because Wang Ling was from the Xuanbu and there was no shortage of pills at all, so Principal Mei didn't give much.

Cash is only incidental, boots can speed up movement, and it seems that the most valuable thing is the soul beads and tokens that you don't recognize.

Although he knew that cash was the least valuable, what excited Wang Ling the most was the four million.

After all, in his previous life, he just graduated and ran into walls everywhere and couldn't find a job, maybe because his vision was too high, but it also made him understand that it is not easy to make money.

In this life, I am lonely and miserable.

Therefore, money brings him the greatest happiness.

In two days, Wang Ling absorbed the martial soul information, sorted out all the gains, and left the Soul Warrior Association.

With money on his body, Wang Ling also bought himself a latest-type mobile phone, and went to the cigarette hotel to buy the most expensive bottle of Feitian Moutai, which cost him more than 30,000 yuan.

Uncle Chen treats himself like his own grandson, he has been taking care of him since he was a child, and now that he is developed, he must repay him well.

But who knows, when he returned to the slums, he couldn't find Uncle Chen's shadow everywhere, and even the house was empty.

"Aunt Liu, where did my Uncle Chen go?" Wang Ling grabbed an old woman and asked.

Aunt Liu said with a smile: "Harm, there was a white-haired old man two days ago, Mei Lao Mei chased her out as soon as she 'swooped', Lao Chen didn't know where he went, and when he came back, he couldn't see Mei Lao Mei, he was disheartened, and he packed up his things and went with a young guy to move." ”

"I said that Lao Chen is really pitiful, his daughter-in-law has run away with others, so it's okay not to stay in this sad place."

Wang Ling's eyes widened like lanterns.

Aunt Mei, ran away with other old guys?

Uncle Chen, he's out of love?

People are old enough to have children, but Uncle Chen is old enough to fall out of love?

This, this is too miserable, right?

"Hey, hey, I said what nonsense are you talking about!" At this time, an old man ran over.

"Lao Chen picked up his son, and Mei Meizi chased her own brother, why are you spreading rumors here?"

Aunt Liu smiled: "It's not that I don't know." ”

"You're just watching too much of you in TV dramas, let's go for a walk and go back to the house."

Aunt Liu was pushed away by the old man.

"By the way, Lao Liu told me before he left, if you come, give you the key, these two buildings will be yours in the future, so don't rush to find him, just do it as usual." The old man threw a bunch of keys to Wang Ling.

The corners of his mouth were still muttering: "It's good, Lao Liu hasn't left yet, you inherited his two houses, although they are in the slums, they can be sold for more than 100,000 yuan." ”

Wang Ling took the key and couldn't laugh or cry.

Good guys······ Co-authored the string just now, which was made up by Aunt Liu, you watched the TV series?

Wozh! Deceive my feelings!

Wang Ling looked at the flirtatious Aunt Liu and the old man, and the corners of his mouth twitched again and again.

Good guys, and a wave of dog food.

I took the key and went into Uncle Liu's house, and the things in the house had almost been moved, except for a letter, which was placed on the old table.

When they say that they are believers, they are all said on a high level.

If you look closely, it's a piece of paper.

'Practice well, don't read it, you'll see you again if you have a fate.' ’

Wang Ling clutched the piece of paper tightly, gradually losing his mind, and the corners of his eyes were unconsciously a little sore.

Wang Ling inherited all the memories of this body, and all feelings were real.

Uncle Liu and Aunt Mei watched him grow up since childhood.

He was only six years old when he ran out of the orphanage, and if he hadn't met Uncle Liu and Aunt Mei, he might have starved to death on the streets.

The two left suddenly, how could Wang Ling not be sad.

Looking around Uncle Liu's house, he has not been here less, for a long time, he has been cooking for Uncle Liu and Aunt Mei to earn some pocket money, barely enough to eat and wear.

Everything here has a special memory.

Uncle Chen, why don't you just say goodbye?

Wang Ling took a deep breath, sighed, put the precious Moutai on the table, and got a bowl of rice from nowhere, and inserted three chopsticks.

Then he bowed down.

"Uncle Liu, Aunt Mei, after you leave, you must live a good life."

Wang Ling's tears flowed secretly, with a crying voice.

After worshipping three times, the royal tomb did not stay longer, sealed everything, looked at it reluctantly, and finally left.

After Wang Ling left, a few minutes passed.

In Uncle Liu's room, a shadow suddenly appeared, and a figure rushed out.

If Wang Ling was still here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, wasn't this Uncle Chen?

Chen Lijun was originally a little moved, Wang Ling had such deep feelings for him.

But······

As soon as he saw the liquor in the royal tomb, he bowed to it······

Nima, I'm not dead!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

For Wang Ling, Chen Lijun was also reluctant, and he was also very moved, and tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Shhh Feitian Moutai! It's still a commemorative model! Woo, good boy, what a good boy! ”