Douluo's Encounter with the Demon Arrival

But what confuses Zhang Wu is that his physical fitness has continued to increase significantly in the past few years, and the external manifestation is that he eats more and more. As for the reason, he didn't find it himself, so he could only keep it in his mind and wait for the chance to solve this mystery in the future.

And he always felt that there was an energy flowing in his body, which he guessed was not soul power.

It is said that Xiao San has also taught him Xuantian Gong in the past few years, but he has been unable to practice it. The energy in his body is repelling the energy of Xuantian Gong. Over time, Zhang Wu gave up on Xuantian Gong.

And not only Xuantian Kung Fu, but also all Xiao San's kung fu techniques cannot be practiced by oneself, which makes the two of them confused.

"Xiaosan, the martial soul will awaken in three days. Are you mentally prepared?" In fact, there is nothing to prepare for. Destiny has already determined what your martial soul will be.

"What should we prepare for? The awakening of the martial spirit is beyond our control. We can only leave it to fate." Tang San looked confused.

"Haha, then let me give you a piece of advice. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people only have one martial spirit." Zhang Wu gave Tang San a meaningful expression, turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Ah, what do you mean?" Tang San looked confused again. This boy who was three months older than him would say things he didn't understand from time to time to the boy he had been taking care of, which made him puzzled.

"Forget it, let's put it aside for now. If we don't practice, the sun will rise and it will be too late." Tang San sat down cross-legged, circulating his soul power, absorbing the purple energy from the sky.

"Xuan Tian Gong still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level. It's been more than half a year. Maybe it will only break through again after the martial spirit that Brother Zhang mentioned is awakened." Tang San shook his head and sighed, "This Xuan Tian Gong If I don’t break through in the Heavenly Skills, I will never be able to break through in my other skills, which really makes me bald.”

Tang San learned this sentence from Zhang Wu. According to him, what is it called? He is extremely clever.

Zhang Wu returned home, "Grandpa, I'm back."

There was an old man lying on the Taishi chair in the courtyard. He had disheveled hair, a pair of bright and charitable eyes under his light eyebrows, his face was dark and wrinkled, and he was holding a pipe in his hand and putting it in his mouth. deliver. Seeing that his precious grandson was back, the old man couldn't hide the joy on his face: "It's good to be back. Look at you. You know how to go to the top of the mountain to do those weird moves all day long, and you don't know what to do with other children of the same age." Let’s play together, I think your mentality is older than that of the old man and me.”

Zhang Wu thought to himself, "I was already over 20 years old in my previous life, how could I possibly get involved with these children? Only I and Tang San can talk about it together."

"Hey, grandpa, you are called Laodang Yizhuang. Who in these ten miles and eight villages doesn't know that you are a famous great soul master? You are famous far and wide."

The old man was obviously very impressed by his grandson's words. He kept putting the snuff bottle in his hand into his mouth, and his face was filled with a smile that could not be concealed, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh, by the way, grandpa, didn't you say you went to drive away wild boars in the village next to you this morning? Why are you still here?" Zhang Wu suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Hahaha, I came back a long time ago. The wild boar is lying in the backyard. You go clean it up and send some to the mistress later." Because of his status as a great soul master, the old man was sometimes hired by the surrounding villages to remove some damage for them. The soul beast of crops.

Grandpa took a puff of dry smoke and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't know what this mistress's father does for a living. He is such a big man and has a six-year-old child to serve him. He can't do it. I'm really not ashamed."

Zhang Wu couldn't help but laugh. Others didn't know, so how could he not know that Xiao San's father was a titled Douluo, who was infinitely more powerful than his grandfather, a great soul master in his thirties. Although he couldn't stand Tang Hao's appearance, Zhang Wu still said: "Then we don't know what they think, and it's not easy for us to take care of other people's family affairs."

Grandpa was still there muttering in a low voice, "What a pity for such a good boy, Xiaosan."

Zhang Wu walked to the backyard and found a large wild boar as tall as a person piled behind him. The fangs at the corners of its mouth were shining with sharp luster, and there was a white soul ring floating on its body with some small yellow threads on it. , proving that the wild boar had been dead for less than an hour.

"No matter how many times I see these beautiful soul rings, I am always intoxicated." Zhang Wu looked at the soul ring in front of him infatuatedly. Suddenly, the soul ring in front of him shook, gradually became nothingness, and gradually disappeared. in the air. The soul ring of a dead soul beast cannot be left in the natural environment for more than an hour, otherwise it will dissipate.

The huge body of this wild boar makes Zhang Wu very distressed. How long will it take to cut it? Grandpa is just lazy, and he still calls it: to train himself.

"Hmph, I'll cut it if you ask me. I don't believe it anymore. It's such a little wild boar. How can I let myself miss lunch? Are you kidding me? If I can't finish cutting it today, I won't have lunch." Zhang Wu accidentally gave himself A fg was set up.

Fortunately, this was because the wild boar was a spirit beast when he was alive. Even though he had been dead for an hour, there were still no flies or other spirit beasts around his body. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for him to deal with it today.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this wild boar's teeth are sharp enough. Pull them out and ask Uncle Tang to make me a dagger. Two teeth, one for me and one for Tang San." Zhang Wu looked at this dead boar with a happy mood. The wild boar, its wide eyes filled with unwillingness.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen Mr. Zhang? If you dare, jump up and hit me." Zhang Wu put his hands on his hips and said to the wild boar disdainfully.

Zhang Wu went back to the room and found a butcher's knife, and slowly slashed it across the wild boar's neck, "Wow, the skin of this wild boar is so thick. It's almost a hundred years old. It's a great tonic. Now it's so delicious."

After working hard to cut the wild boar, Zhang Wu was exhausted and sweating profusely. Is his physical fitness so bad? "Why do I feel that doing this is more exercise than me in the mountains? Is Grandpa right?"

"Snapped"

"Don't think blindly, I must be lazy if I don't have grandpa." Zhang Wu forced himself to forget this detail.

The sun gradually rose. At noon, Zhang Wu held the rice in his hand and said, "Oh, it smells so good."

The wild boar is still in the yard, but there is an extra shade frame. What was missing were the two hind legs, the hollowed-out internal organs and half of the skin that had been peeled off. The remaining half was still pressed by the wild boar's body. Zhang Wu was unable to turn the wild boar over.

Wuwuwu, looking at the wild boar in the yard, Zhang Wu wanted to cry. If you said it was a thousand-year-old spirit beast, he would believe it. He had been busy all morning and couldn't even peel off the skin. In desperation, he could only cut it. The two hind legs took revenge, "Don't mention it, these legs are so delicious."