I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 37 Teaching
The afternoon sun was bright, and the light and shadow in front of the window were scattered.

Da sat on the chair next to the desk, and said seriously to Tang San across the table: "From now on, I will teach you the knowledge of martial arts. Little San, what do you think of your Blue Silver Grass martial soul?"

Tang San said: "Everyone says it is a waste spirit, but I think mine is definitely not."

The master looked at Wuliu who was asleep on the sofa beside him with a stiff face, and brought back the topic: "That's right, every martial spirit, no matter whether it is useless or strong, has its own characteristics. In my research, low-level Martial spirit occupies a large proportion, I have always advocated that there is no trash martial soul, only trash people. Tell me about your first soul ring, and I will outline the future development direction of martial soul for you."

Tang San was taken aback, "The direction of Wuhun's development? Teacher, what does this mean?"

The master said: "It depends on the classification of the martial spirit itself. From the distinction of most of the martial spirits we normally see, they can be divided into three categories, animals, plants, utensils, and can also be divided into weapon spirits and animal spirits. The soul, the plant spirit can be included in the weapon spirit, the biggest difference between the weapon spirit and the beast spirit is in the form of expression, I believe you have heard it in class today."

Seeing that Tang San nodded, he continued to talk: "Every soul master has a development direction, such as food system, reconnaissance system, combat system, healing system, control system, etc. I will explain it to you in detail later, " Then he stretched out his hand to signal Tang San to say.

Tang San saw the curiosity on Teacher Cheap's expression, and quickly said: "My first soul skill is called Parasite, which sprinkles the seeds of Blue Silver Grass on the target through the vines to entangle him, but it also has A special place, it can improve its own strength by absorbing the soul power and vitality of the target, and at the same time it can feed back to the host, that is, I can use this to restore the consumed soul power. Generally, it can absorb up to 20% of what it absorbs."

The master was so excited that he slapped the table with his big hands, and the shock in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed. He stood up and grabbed Tang San's arm and said, "What did you say, is this the effect of your soul skill?"

"Tell me quickly, what soul beast?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, so excited, could it be that his spirit ability is very strong, he looked up at the master's earnest gaze, and said: "It's a ghost vine about 500 years old."

The master muttered: "Ghost vine, ghost vine, yes, parasitism is the specialty of ghost vine. No, this spirit beast is still about 500 years old?"

The master grabbed Tang San's hand even tighter, and even squatted down on one knee, asking word by word: "Are you sure it's 500 years?"

"Sure!"

"No, I have carefully studied the growth experience and failure experience of many soul masters. 420 years should be the limit that the first soul ring can withstand. Why can your soul ring withstand such a large amount of energy?" The master shook with excitement. Shaking Tang San's shoulder.

Wu Liu was very upset when she was woken up by the noise in her sleep. When she opened her eyes and saw Tang San being held tightly by the master, she was even more upset. Her chubby body immediately got up, and used her little fat claws to pat the master vigorously. He said angrily: "Let go of Tang Xiaosan, he will be hurt. Don't think you can bully Tang Xiaosan just because you know how to cook."

The master's dazed state was relieved after being hit by Wu Liu a few times. He looked at Wu Liu frantically, and said in surprise: "Could it be because of you?!"

Wu Liu was so frightened that she took a step back, and cried out with a "wow", "It's so scary——"

The little girl subconsciously hid behind Tang San, and the little fat claw hugged Tang San's waist uneasily.

(End of this chapter)