"The stronger the spiritual power, the easier it is to feel the flow of soul power in your body, and you can more accurately perceive your own martial soul and understand the essence of your martial soul. The speed at which the giant spirit bear sucks the energy of heaven and earth far exceeds that of other soul beasts, and according to intelligence, this nine-thousand-year-old bear is also very smart, and many soul masters who rounded up him were killed by him. ”

"Then according to what you say, the main goal of the soul master's later cultivation is to improve his spiritual power?"

"Yes, not exactly, we don't know what the cultivation will be after the title, but when you reach the seventieth level, you will start cultivating spiritual power, although those spiritual soul masters are slow in cultivation, but in the later stage, their speed will far exceed that of soul masters of the same level."

"Soul Master, the most important thing is soul power, no matter how strong the spiritual power is without soul power, it is useless, the accumulation of soul power is the right way, from the seventy level to the next level, each level is thirty percent different from the previous level of soul power, and the difference between one level is the difference between cloud and mud. After level eighty, the difference in soul power is even more than 50%, and after the title, I don't know, I haven't been there, and I don't dare to talk about it. ”

"This is also the fundamental reason why it is difficult to fight across ranks in the future, even if your martial soul restrains each other, what can you do if your soul skills restrain each other, your soul power is dozens of times higher than yours, the quality of your soul power is more mellow than yours, the use of skills is more proficient, and the damage of the soul power of the unit is also higher than yours, restraint? Inexistent. ”

"Martial soul restraint only exists in soul masters of the same level, and after the difference in strength is huge, the so-called restraint is a blank piece of paper. In the future, if you encounter a soul master with a higher level than you, don't think about killing it, run away quickly, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood. ”

"Don't worry, Old Chen, I will only bully soul masters who are lower than me, and I will never be iron if I am higher than me." Zhao Ting grinned.

"It's not too early, go back and recuperate for tomorrow."

The next morning, the weather was not so good, the sky was overcast, the wind was strong, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's all go back to the house and stay, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out these days, the heavy rain is coming, don't leave the town." The man in black who led the team before said.

"Go back to cultivating, kids, you don't have to rush today." The gray-clothed swordsman said.

In an instant, the raindrops fell, at first it was a drizzle, and then lightning and thunder roared, and the trees fell and scattered.

The gray-clothed swordsman was now walking towards the mountain village outside the town, and the raindrops falling around him became heavier and heavier, but not a drop wet the old man's clothes.

Looking at the rain-soaked wheat fields in the distance, many villagers are braving the rain to harvest, and in another cotton field there are also many villagers with muddy legs.

"Hey, it looks like this year's harvest is not good again."

"There are many calamities, and all living beings suffer."

After speaking, Chen Lao raised his hand to hold up a soul power shield and stop the rain.

The villagers who were bending down suddenly felt that the rain had stopped, and looked up to see a column of trees in the distance.

Wait until you see the person in the air and see the shield overhead.

"On behalf of all the villagers, the village chief of Wade Village would like to thank the Soul Master for his help, guys, speed up, don't let the Soul Master's efforts go to waste."

"Thank you for your help."

"Thank you for your help."

……

"Everyone, work hard, I don't know when the rain will stop, I can't hold on for too long."

Although Old Chen was an eighty-second level soul master, he couldn't hold up the soul power shield within a radius of dozens of miles for a few hours.

After a period of busyness, the village finally finished harvesting wheat and cotton, and although many of them were bad, the result was good.

If it weren't for Chen Lao to hold up the shield, I really don't know how much I would have lost.

"I, the village chief of Wade Village, would like to thank the Soul Master."

After speaking, he knelt down, and the villagers behind him also knelt down.

"It doesn't have to be like this, this is what my soul master should do."

With a wave of Old Chen's hand, hundreds of wisps of gentle soul power were sent to the villagers' bodies, and the villagers suddenly felt their bodies warm, and when they wanted to thank them again, they found that the soul master had also gone away.

There is only one sentence left in the air.

"Let's go back."

Chen Lao returned to the hostel without stopping and gathered all the teachers.

"Xiao Zhao, you stay and watch the students, and the rest will come with me."

"Old Chen, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The nearby villagers are in trouble, how can my soul master sit idly by?" The black-clothed soul saint asked.

"Let me go too, Old Chen, the children won't run around." Zhao Ting also wanted to save people.

"No, the children can't have an accident, you stay and take care of it."

After instructing everyone, Chen Lao led the teacher and galloped towards the village.

"God, you're so ruthless."

"My wheat, how has this year passed!"

"Don't shout, pull the ox cart over quickly, and grab as much as you can."

"Old and young masters, all work hard for me, I must snatch back this year's winter food!"

The pouring rain poured down on everyone's bodies, and the chill around them seemed to pierce their skin like knives under the strong wind, and the hearts of the villagers were dripping blood, and tears mixed with the rain ran down their cheeks.

"Dad, Mom be careful."

The little boy standing at the mouth of the village alley cried loudly.

His parents were harvesting wheat when they stepped into a mud puddle and fell, leaving their clothes covered with mud.

"Look at it, pay attention."

"Ahhh There are snakes. ”

"Erzhuang, quickly help your Uncle Gen up, and quickly bring him back to give him medicine."

"Where is the serpent? Let me go and cut it. ”

A stout man threw the snake cut in two outside the field.

"Xiao Wu, go and save the old man."

"Huh? The rain stopped? ”

The villagers who were rushing to harvest found that the raindrops were no longer there, and when they looked up, they saw that someone had lifted a shield and fixed it in the air.

"Thank you, Master Soul Master, everyone accept it quickly!"

When the old village chief saw the figure standing in mid-air, his eyes were instantly filled with tears.

After bending down and saying those words, he focused on reaping the grain forward.

Chen Lao and his entourage of six rushed to different villages in groups of two.

The black-clothed soul saint took Lu Zhenghao to a village next to a river.

The situation is even more complicated here, the village is built on the river for irrigation, but on rainy days, the river becomes a robber who devours people's property, roaring towards the fields and houses.

"Give it to me!"

The black-clothed soul saint held up a shield over the villagers who were rushing to harvest, and Lu Zhenghao came to the side of the river.

The Tiangang knife emerged from the right side, the knife surface was like frost, and the handle was black and translucent.

"Get out of the way, don't block the river here."

The villagers still wanted to refute, but when they saw those soul rings, they swallowed the words they had just thought of.

Lu Zhenghao held the knife in his right hand and swung a few knife qi at the opposite bank, and several cracks were suddenly filled with river water.

"Zha."

Lu Zhenghao held a knife in both hands and slashed towards a place where no one was.

The river forks and the torrent is diverted.