Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 6 Awakened a piece of stinky meat

The awakening ceremony is simpler than imagined, and there are not so many dramas and special effects.

Wu Wuhun suddenly came faster than expected, reminded me of a lyric: love comes too fast, like a tornado, love goes too fast, like a tornado.

Mo Wentian accepted this setting calmly. Didn't Tang San use his strength to prove that there are no waste spirits but only waste soul masters?
Shh, don't talk, I know you want to hit me, but... I won't listen.

As long as it is a martial spirit, it has its function and can be developed into a perfect existence. I believe I can do it too.

Mo Wentian said in his heart that he believed it, but he didn't have the confidence at all. What kind of martial spirit can a piece of meat as big as a bean diced evolve into... twice-cooked meat?Or five-spice twice-cooked pork?
It seems that they are all delicious, at least in the days to come, my mother will no longer have to worry about me running out of meat.

When Mo Wentian returned to the hall, Brother Wang asked anxiously: "Little Wentian, how is it? What powerful martial spirit has awakened? Tell me quickly?"

Mo Wentian grinned, "It's necessary, Brother Wang, let me tell you, my martial spirit is amazing."

Brother Wang nodded, and quickly asked, "What is it?"

Mo Wentian smiled mysteriously: "It's... a piece of meat."

Brother Wang looked at Mo Wentian wrongly, thinking he had heard wrongly, and asked again: "What is it?"

Mo Wentian said: "A piece of meat, a piece of meat that can be eaten as a meal, am I very good?"

Brother Wang made a mistake again, dumbfounded, and after a while, he picked up Mo Wentian and said, "It's amazing, of course it's amazing, Xiao Wentian is the best."

Mo Wentian giggled, and said to himself, "Brother Wang, the words you use to coax children are really rough, and you don't understand at all. No wonder you're still single at thirty, but your mouth is a little clumsy."

However, Brother Wang is a good man.

"Xiao Wentian, show your martial soul to Brother Wang."

After walking out of the Wuhun Hall, Brother Wang turned a corner, entered an alley, and let Mo Wentian down.

"Brother Wang, I don't know how to do it yet." Mo Wentian shrugged. The tester said it was simple, but he hadn't tried it, so naturally he couldn't.

Brother Wang said: "Imagine your martial soul, and you can summon it."

Mo Wentian: "..." Can you stop acting like it's a matter of course?
What does it mean to imagine it, you can summon it, and the agreed-upon soul power is condensed?
Do I have any prejudice against Wuhun Summoning?
"Brother Wang, isn't the martial soul condensed with soul power?" Mo Wentian asked what was in his heart, he wanted to hear what Brother Wang had to say.

Brother Wang said: "Xiao Wentian, do you have any misunderstandings about martial souls? You must know that not everyone has soul power when they awaken martial souls. People without soul power cannot summon martial arts. Soul?"

Mo Wentian made a mistake and thought to himself: "Yes! Geniuses are so rare. People without soul power can gather their soul power to summon martial souls. There are many people with soul power of level one or two, and those with level zero It's not that there are no people, so how do they summon the martial soul?"

At this moment, Mo Wentian finally understood why Brother Wang and the tester acted as if they were taken for granted. It seemed that he had ignored the real common sense.

Just like eating, do you ask questions like "how to eat?"
Mo Wentian nodded and said, "Brother Wang, let me try."

What does moldy minced meat look like?
Mo Wentian was deeply impressed by the moldy minced meat, if it wasn't for this moldy minced meat, old man Cao would not have left him in anger.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable, and complained: "Why isn't my Wuhun a steamed bun?"

If it was a steamed bun, I might feel better in my heart.

At this moment, Mo Wentian felt the flow of qi and blood, as if he could see his own blood flowing.However, this feeling is not the blood flowing, but another existence.

The process of Mo Wentian's imagination was interrupted by this wonderful feeling. During this short period of time, he experienced the feeling of flow other than Qi and blood, and he knew it was soul power.

It seems that I am not a zero-level soul power. I can use my soul power. This soul power is like Qi and blood. As long as I concentrate on feeling it, it will be a matter of course. This is how the soul power works, right?

Then the improvement of soul power, [Drain] is the practice of ordinary soul masters, and it is the main way for ordinary soul masters to improve their soul power.You must know that soul power is everywhere on the Douluo Continent, so soul masters will rely on their talents and efforts to obtain soul power.

For ordinary soul masters, relying on such cultivation and talent, it is impossible to make a difference in a lifetime.At this moment, Mo Wentian understood the main reason why Su Yuntao was jealous of Tang San.

"Xiao Wentian, don't be nervous, relax. Summoning a martial spirit is like eating a meal. You don't need to put too much emotion into it, and it will come out naturally." Brother Wang's words always feel weird. Suspect he was driving, but I have no proof.

Mo Wentian nodded again. After putting aside those distracting thoughts, he did not deliberately control the operation of the soul power, and let the soul power flow naturally. He could feel that the soul power flowed to his left hand.

The soul power condensed on the moldy minced meat, and the moldy minced meat gradually appeared. Brother Wang watched from the side, his eyes gave Mo Wentian an encouraging look.

Mo Wentian also watched curiously. After a while, a piece of moldy minced meat the size of a steamed bun appeared in his hand. Now it could no longer be called minced meat, but a piece of moldy, stinky meat.

Brother Wang pinched his nose and took two steps back.Mo Wentian's face turned dark immediately, he couldn't help but smash this piece of moldy meat on the ground.When Mo Wentian looked up at Big Brother Wang, the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "Hehe~"

Meow eggs!

Moldy minced meat can still be eaten, how to eat this moldy stinky meat?To bake it?

If you eat it, you won't be poisoned to death, right?
At this moment, Mo Wentian's dream was shattered again.

When Brother Wang heard Mo Wentian's wry smile, he immediately reacted, suppressed the stench, and said comfortingly: "Xiao Wentian, don't be discouraged. When you reach the tenth level, Brother Wang will take you to hunt soul beasts to obtain soul rings." At that time, your martial soul will be able to evolve, and you will also be able to obtain soul skills, and you also know that the strength of a soul master is closely related to soul skills."

This is what people say... Mo Wentian knows that Brother Wang has tried his best to comfort himself, as for the stinky meat in his hand, he should throw it away.

Mo Wentian nodded, threw it casually, and said, "Brother Wang, I won't go to the city gate anymore. When you tell Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu, just say that I have awakened a sickle."

Brother Wang was stunned for a moment, glanced at the stinky meat on the ground, and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I will, Xiao Wentian, come on."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away. Mo Wentian shook his head with a wry smile, and said dumbfoundedly: "Honest people really hate me. I hate straight men the most."

(End of this chapter)