Douluo: I have a ball martial soul

Looking at Liu Bao, now, he can only ask his father from another world. Only in this way can he join the junior soul master academy, learn some basic cultivation methods, and have more detailed contact with this continent.

Although I know the direction of the story, Wuhun Palace was eventually destroyed by Tang San and the Tiandou Empire behind him, but that is just a story surrounding the protagonist. The knowledge about soul beasts and some common sense of soul masters are all very precious. .

Live until you are old and learn until you are old.

He, Liu Ping, is also a studious person.

For example, ***, Mr. Bo’s real-person teaching, hey, you learn and practice at the same time. Of course, it’s a bit hard for Xiaozuo and Xiaoyou.

"Well, boy Ping, tell me, what is it? You look serious." Liu Bao looked at Liu Ping, you boy, after six years, I finally heard that you would ask your father to please you.

Liu Ping has neither cried nor made trouble since he was a child, and has been very well-behaved. This made him wonder whether his son had some congenital disease and could not speak.

But when Liu Ping was two years old, he seemed to have accepted his fate. He recognized Zhang Zhenzhen's identity and called out "Mom" for the first time. Then, he made things difficult in every possible way. Under Liu Bao's "pampering" in every possible way, Liu Ping let Liu Ping. Ping called him "Dad" for convenience.

"Actually, I have soul power, so I want to become a junior soul master. Dad, you should be able to find a way." Liu Ping said seriously, looking at this man who was like a pillar of strength.

In a small family, such a man is considered the most important. Only in this way can we support a family together.

It seems that in that world, everything is the same. If two ordinary families form a new family, it will take two people to support it.

"What? Boy Ping, didn't that master take the test? Does he still want to become a soul master?" Liu Bao obviously believed in Su Yun's words and believed in the branch of Wuhun Palace. Regarding his son's words, he might not think that Liu Ping could do it. The Yellow River is heartbroken.

Zhang Zhenzhen also rolled her eyes at her husband, looked at her son, and said softly: "Ping'er, is this true? Then what level of soul power do you have now?"

Of the couple, Liu Bao may be more direct, but the branch of Wuhun Palace has authority, and Zhang Zhenzhen obviously believes in her own son.

The main thing is that Liu Ping was silent when he was a child, but now he seems to be more and more free and easy, just like a child who has adapted to a strange environment.

For a mother, no matter what the child is, it is her child.

"Well, I should have half a level of soul power now. I went to the branch hall of Wuhun Hall yesterday to test it again." Liu Ping said seriously, and moved out the branch hall of Wuhun Hall again.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhenzhen and Liu Bao looked at each other.

In the blink of an eye, there is a branch of Shanghun Town Wuhun Hall!

"Really? My son can practice, and he will be a soul master in the future." As soon as Liu Bao came out, he could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He lifted up Liu Ping, who was only six years old, and placed him on top of him like a mountain. On such a stable shoulder, he shouted.

From the perspective of the people around him, this person must be a fool.

However, Liu Bao's words about becoming a soul master made them envious. What does a soul master represent? It is not an ordinary person, it is a noble profession.

"Okay, we're still on the street. Let's be happy when we go back." Zhang Zhenzhen also endured the joy in her heart and said to her husband who was holding up his son.

I hope my son will become a dragon. Now my son has soul power. Although he is only half a level, there is hope that he can become a soul master.

Unlike them, they have no soul power at all. Now that they are the parents of two children, they have no fighting spirit.

"Well, son, leave the matter of your going to Shanghun Junior Soul Master Academy to your father and me."

Patting his chest, Liu Bao assured with confidence, but it would take several years of savings.

"Yes." Liu Ping nodded, looked at the man's somewhat disheveled hair, and grabbed it with his little hands.

He wouldn't say thank you, and this man was his closest relative, so if he said it, it would be too harsh.

At this moment, I can truly accept this cheap dad from another world. This is a qualified dad.

In front of Liu Ji's steamed bun shop, a five-year-old girl was squatting in the corner, crying with runny nose and tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My parents really only want brother, not Mei'er, wu wu..." He was crying and choking softly.

The three or five people who passed by gathered around and started pointing.

"This is Boss Liu's daughter. I didn't expect that my usually good daughter would be left here alone today."

"Probably not. Boss Liu is easy-going, how could he do such a thing?"

"It is said that one knows the face of a person but not the heart. Painting skin and flesh is difficult to paint bones. How do you know who Old Liu is? Maybe he has the face of a human and the heart of an animal?"

These three or five people looked at the "poor" Liu Mei and began to accuse Liu Bao of his fault.

As for Liu Bao, after hearing these words, he also planned to go in and explain.

However, as soon as he got close, Liu Ping directly spoke out against these people who had nothing to do with him and were just hanging on.

"Uncles, how can you be such a scoundrel? My father is a generous man. Is it really okay for you to affect his credibility like this?"

"Besides, who doesn't have one or two naughty children in your family? Have you ever worried about your children? If there are, just shut up. If not, go back and find a mother-in-law first. You don't even have children. What the hell are you worrying about?" It’s very unreasonable to curse a daughter at her father!”

Liu Ping cursed in a series, without a single curse word at all. This is the highest state of being a human being, and the words are spoken in a coherent manner.

"What a sharp-tongued baby!"

"He is Boss Liu's eldest son, Liu Ping. I heard that he has awakened the useless martial soul and has no soul power, haha..."

Although these people were unreasonable, they still made fun of Liu Ping's shortcomings.

Liu Ping looked at these people and smiled indifferently, and then said: "Sorry, I have soul power now. Master Su Yun made a mistake. I now have first-level soul power."

Then, he released his martial soul and activated it in the daytime, and a soft white light shone.

In the end, the three or five passers-by had no choice but to leave speechlessly.

Without soul power, it is impossible to create such a movement. Now that Liu Ping has soul power, he may become a soul master in the future. It is not easy for them to compete with a child who may become a soul master.

After watching these people leave, Liu Bao slapped Liu Ping's little butt and said with a smile: "Boy Ping, I really belong to you!"

"Sprinkle some water!" Liu Ping said with a smile.

Finally, Zhang Zhenzhen comforted the slug Liu Mei.

"Slug!" When he returned home and saw Liu Mei with a snot hanging from her nose, Liu Ping couldn't help but have a ginseng cock.

"Oh, Mom, brother bullied me!" Liu Mei felt aggrieved when she heard this, then she continued to cry while wiping her tears and walked towards Zhang Zhenzhen.

Zhang Zhenzhen stopped doing housework and doted on this slug Liu Mei again.

"Mom, brother said I'm a slug!" Liu Mei looked at Zhang Zhenzhen and started to tell a story.

"Well, mom will help you teach your brother a lesson later. Let's stop crying. Otherwise, if your brother's wish comes true, he will call you a slug every day." Zhang Zhenzhen smiled slightly, but she didn't know it was a smile. Liu Mei, a slug, still laughs at Liu Mei, a little slug.

I helped Liu Mei wipe away her tears and nose, and continued making lunch.This kind of life, with children and daughters, crying and making trouble, is very satisfying.