Douluo: random item drop

Zhengyang and Xiaowu walked out of the canteen, and Ah Fei helped up several other chefs who had not yet recovered.

"Is that a ten thousand year soul ring?"

Ah Fei nodded, but then shook his head.

His heart told him that it was impossible for a ten-thousand-year soul ring to appear on a work-study student who had just entered school, but what he saw with his eyes was indeed real, which gave Ah Fei a dreamy feeling.

"My level [-] soul power training has been in vain. At that level, let alone using soul power to defend yourself, if you don't faint, you are considered to be extremely courageous."

As the man spoke, he summoned a silver shovel, and three white soul rings slowly emerged.

"Boss, this is fate. Some children are born to be gods of war. Don't be depressed. Let's just promote the deliciousness of the food." Ah Fei said comfortingly.

What boy doesn't have a dream to become a strong man?But under the torment of reality, there are only a few people who can persevere. For example, the chef who shoveled the martial arts soul meditated hard for three days and did not have enough soul power to cook a meal. How can people persevere?

It is said that food-type martial arts are the secret weapons of the army, but most food-type souls can cultivate soul power far slower than ordinary soul masters. In addition, martial souls are naturally weak, and there are only a few who have become talented.

A theory is just a theory after all. The theory only applies to certain people. To ordinary people, it is all nonsense.

"Xiao Wu, get up early tomorrow morning and let's go to the Spirit Hall."

Xiao Wu turned her head and asked strangely: "Why are you going to Wuhun Hall?"

"Of course it's for money, Xiao Wu, do you know how much the quilt I bought this morning cost?" Zhengyang asked, tapping Xiao Wu's smooth forehead.

"Oh! Don't knock me, I am the boss of Qishe! If brother Zhengyang knocks again, I will bite you!" Xiao Wu said fiercely.

Zhengyang laughed evilly.

"That bedding is worth a gold soul coin, and I bought a bed for you, so now you owe me a gold soul coin, do you understand?"

"A gold soul coin? How much is that?" Xiao Wu, who had never had any idea about money, asked stupidly.

"One gold soul coin is equivalent to 100 candied haws of sugar haws~"

"What!! 100! Brother Zhengyang, Xiao Wu has no money!" The ears of the two rabbits drooped weakly. Xiao Wu was extremely well-behaved at the moment.

"Aren't you the boss of Qishe? Xiao Wu, where is your majesty?"

"Bah, bah, bah! Xiao Wu is no longer the boss."

Xiao Wu pulled Zhengyang's arm and swung it from side to side. Zhengyang shrugged helplessly.

"Okay, let's go back early."

Return along the original route. There are no people on the road. Occasionally, a few teachers pass by and remind you to go back quickly.

Pushing open the door to the dormitory, the boys inside looked over in unison.

"Hello, little dancer!"

"Hello, little dancer!"

Zhengyang looked at Xiao Wu jokingly, while the latter was ashamed and annoyed.

"Don't call me that! Everyone go to bed quickly!"

Tang San was one of the few who didn't speak. He kept looking at Zhengyang and Xiao Wu beside Zhengyang.

"That girl is so pretty, but it's a pity that she's a little too fierce." Tang San, the first male, commented secretly in his heart.

Coming to the bed, Zhengyang took out the piece of mithril that he had worked hard to forge.

"What is this, brother Zhengyang?"

Tang San came over after seeing it.

"Xiao Wu, Sister Xiao Wu..." she stammered, feeling a little embarrassed.

Xiao Wu said directly: "Didn't I tell you not to call me Sister Xiao Wu! Tang San!"

Zhengyang watched from the side, already laughing like "Gee, gee, gee" in his heart.

"Xiao Wu has a bad temper recently, Tang San, don't mind."

Tang San was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know how to deal with it. He just said to the mithril in Zhengyang's hand: "This is mithril. Father said that Zhengyang's forging level is already a second-level blacksmith. I understand it." According to the situation in the surrounding blacksmith shops, this rare metal can be sold for 1000 gold soul coins, and the quality in Zhengyang’s hands is pretty good, so the price may go up a bit.”

Zhengyang raised his eyebrows. Tang San understood this very quickly. He estimated that it was around a thousand, but he would not sell it. This piece of metal had greater uses and value.

"Wow! One thousand gold soul coins! Brother Zhengyang, can Xiao Wu not have to pay back the money?" Xiao Wu said in surprise.

"Dah!" How is it possible? Am I, Zhengyang, so kind?

"What?" Tang San didn't understand the meaning of Zhengyang's words.

"It just means it can't be done. Tang San, if you have nothing to do, go to bed. I'm chatting with Xiao Wu. You can't do certain things here."

A qualified light bulb must appear at the right time and disappear at the right time. Obviously Tang San failed in this aspect.

"Tomorrow I will go to the Star Dou Forest with my teacher to hunt soul beasts. I just want to ask, if your soul power level has reached the level, can you come along together? Zhengyang, do you know that only when you have a soul ring can you become a true soul beast? A soul master, and a soul ring will give a soul master a soul skill. My martial soul is blue silver grass, the same as yours, we can go together..."

When Xiao Wu heard that Tang San was going to hunt soul beasts with his teacher, his eyes showed danger. Zheng Yang noticed it and quickly comforted Xiao Wu who was in danger.

"Tang San, if this is all it takes, then I don't think it's necessary." Zhengyang said.

Tang San was about to continue talking about the theoretical knowledge he had obtained from the master, but when Zhengyang interrupted him, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"What's wrong? Is your soul power level not enough?" Tang San made a guess.

Xiao Wu snorted coldly.

"Don't look down on people so much!"

The orange-yellow soul ring symbolizing a century was suspended quietly around Xiao Wu, two rabbit ears appeared vividly on the top of his head, and his beautiful eyes became as shiny as rubies.

Tang San subconsciously took a step back.

"Xiao Wu, sister? You already have a soul ring! It's still a century-old soul ring."

"Hmph!" Xiao Wu didn't want to talk to Tang San, she hummed and gathered her spirit and lay down on the side of the big bed.

"Um...what about you Zhengyang?" Tang San asked Zhengyang again.

Zhengyang shook his head.

Tang San thought that Zhengyang's soul power had not been reached, and was about to open his mouth to comfort him, but he saw Zhengyang's Bluesilver Grass being called out. Because the green color of Bluesilver Grass was very conspicuous, the students around him looked over, and some The same is true for some individuals who have already laid down.

"My martial spirit also has a spirit ring. Tang San, I'm sorry, I won't accompany you."

With the same orange-yellow soul ring, Lan Yincao looked contented beside him.

Everything in Tang San's eyes meant 'impossible'.

Isn’t Zhengyang’s innate soul power level 5? !How could he have a hundred-year-old soul ring? Who took him hunting? How did he cultivate his soul power? Could it be that he was also born with twin martial souls?But during the soul power level test...

Putting away the mithril, Zhengyang waved his hand.

"Go back after reading. Come on tomorrow and be safe on the road."