Douluo's cold blade

Chapter 3
In the end, Han Ling checked the level of his soul power, and it was only one step away from level ten. He was very satisfied with the result, but he was also a little bit disappointed, feeling uncomfortable for some reason.

Tai Ruo of Wuhundian let him go after drawing Han Ling's Wuhun.

He walked out of the hut and saw the village chief's grandfather, the old man was waiting for him here.

"How about it, what kind of martial spirit is it?"

Han Ling didn't hide anything, and said directly: "My martial soul is water, and my soul power is level nine."

"Okay, you little guy can become a soul master, and you will have great promise in the future."

Ma Shangfei was very happy: "Only four children in our village have awakened their spirits this year, and now two of them are qualified to become soul masters. Congratulations."

Most of the children in Fenghuang Village's awakened martial arts are grass chickens, so they haven't had a soul master for a long time. Now that there are two children who are qualified, he is naturally happy.

but…

There is a student in the village who is qualified to enter the low-level soul master academy, but this year, two children have martial arts, which makes Ma Shangfei very sad.

Han Ling understood that without his appearance, he would not be in the current predicament, so he discussed with the village chief, explaining that he didn't need to go to the Soul Master Academy and was willing to stay in the village.

Fate is like this, there is no choice but to go all the way, maybe there will be a turning point.

Two months later, Han Ling was still in the village, while the child from before went to the Soul Master Academy in Dinglan City not far away.

He has reached the tenth level of soul power now, but because he has not absorbed the soul ring, his soul power has stagnated and has not improved at all.

Ma Hongjun also stayed in the village all the time. Due to the evil fire, he was eligible to go to the Soul Master Academy before, but he voluntarily gave up, not wanting to make a fool of himself in the city.

"Fatty, you attack me with your soul skills." Han Ling stood in front of Ma Hongjun, raised his head and said.

"Little boy, do you really think you are invincible and not afraid of my flame?"

Ma Hongjun said disdainfully: "If it weren't for your smallness, I would have burnt you to death long ago."

"What nonsense, I told you to attack me with soul skills."

"Okay, that's what you said. If you are injured, don't complain to the village chief's grandpa." Ma Hongjun was also unambiguous, telling Han Ling to get ready, he was going to attack.

"Remember, don't complain."

Han Ling curled his lips and said, "Lorry, you're so wordy, are you a man?"

The corner of Ma Hongjun's mouth twitched, feeling annoyed in his heart.Then he shouted loudly: "Phoenix FireWire."

This was his first soul skill. Han Ling didn't know exactly what kind of soul rings he absorbed, but he was not reckless and kept staring at Ma Hongjun all the time.

The temperature of the flame is very high, and the body heat can be felt from a distance of five or six meters.

Before approaching Han Ling, his cold jade water floated in the air, and then the cold water poured down, resisting Ma Hongjun's flames.

Chi~
The soda boiled and was evaporated by Ma Hongjun's flames, and the billowing mist rose into the air. It didn't hurt Han Ling's skin at all, but it felt a little warm.

"Fuck, you little brat, you can actually block my first spirit ability, how did you do it, don't you have no spirit ring?" Ma Hongjun who stopped the fire was shocked, opened his mouth and roared.

"It's true that I don't have soul skills, but my cold jade water can gather the water vapor in the air to form a wall of water." Han Ling laughed.

This is a technique he has explored in the past few days, and there is another attack technique, which is a high-speed impact water knife, but Han Ling does not plan to experiment on Ma Hongjun.

"Oh, you hateful little brat, if you act so foolishly, won't you be able to restrain all my soul skills in the future."

"It's not all soul skills. The main battle is to rely on brains. If you have no brains, even if you have the martial soul to restrain me, you are still a waste."

Han Ling remembered the words of a person, there is no waste spirit, only waste people.

"You dare to say that I'm a waste, brat, do you want to find a cigarette?"

"Come on, let's see if I beat you or you beat me now, as long as you have the guts." Han Ling spread his hands indifferently. He has a martial spirit and is not afraid of Ma Hongjun today.

"Damn it, little brat, just wait, wait until I have a second soul skill, and see if I can beat you."

Han Ling shook his head slightly, left the field, and walked towards the village head's house.

The first martial soul has such an effect, which makes him feel very fulfilled, but the second martial soul...

In fact, Han Ling has two martial souls, the first is Lenghan Yushui, and the second is a sickle, because it is a waste martial soul, so he didn't tell about the second martial soul.

Because even if there are two martial souls, they will still be treated as one martial soul, maybe someone will order him to be safe, maybe someone will be jealous of him...

But he was afraid that something would happen and his life would be in danger.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I'm back." Han Ling yelled three times in a row, but there was still no answer in the room.

He searched in the house and saw Ma Shangfei on the bed. He was asleep without breathing.

Han Ling came to Ma Shangfei's window, the expression on his face changed, and he had a premonition that something was wrong.

He ran out of the hut and went to the village doctor, but in the end the old man, the village head, still couldn't save him.

Passed away...just gone.

Han Ling was devoid of consciousness, and attended the funeral of the village chief's grandfather in a daze.

By the time he recovered, more than a month had passed.

He wanted to cry. When he came to a strange place, he finally found an old man who treated him sincerely. As a result, he died not long after. Why did this happen?

Shouldn't he?
Three days later, Ma Hongjun came to the door, saying that he was going to study somewhere, and asked him if he would go.

Han Ling asked where he was, and the answer he got was Shrek Academy.

Han Ling agreed, and he would go to Shrek Academy.

Study hard and work harder, he will become a promising soul master.

In the evening, Han Ling packed his luggage, bid farewell to his grandfather's coffin, and went to Ma Hongjun's house. He met Flender, a man who looked like a profiteer.

"I heard from Ma Hongjun that your martial soul is water, can you show it to me?"

Han Ling nodded, and put the cold jade water on his palm.

Then he touched the water drop with his small hand, and saw the cold jade water shot out, hitting a stone heavily, and there was an obvious mark on the stone.

"This is your soul skill?" Flender asked with great interest. Although the power of this attack is not impressive, reaching level ten at the age of six is ​​enough to show talent.

Ma Hongjun chimed in from the side: "Uncle, you are wrong, the brat doesn't even have a soul ring, how can he use soul skills."

???

Flender looked at Han Ling, wanting to know the answer.

"My soul power has reached level ten, but I don't know where to get the soul ring, so I don't have soul skills."

"It's better if you don't have a spirit ring, haha, you can go hunting spirit beasts with me, I believe you will have your own spirit skills in a few days." Flender smiled happily when he heard this, he didn't come to Phoenix Village in vain.

I thought I could only receive a child with a mutated martial spirit, but I didn't expect the surprise to come.

(End of this chapter)