Douluo: My Wuhun is the Eye of Jianjigu

Chapter 22 Be confident, at least your hammer is good!

"Xiaosan'er, believe in yourself and have hope!"

Yan Yi actually came to comfort him?

Hearing Bingyangzi's voice, Tang San raised his head subconsciously, but he immediately discovered that even though Yan Yi's tone was very gentle at the moment, those hateful purple pupils were full of smiles.

laugh at?

Is he laughing at himself?

How dare you?

If Yan Yi knew what Tang San was thinking at this time, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

Although the broken Tang San seems to really make him feel physically and mentally comfortable, but...as a tool man, how can you fall? If you fall, how can I continue to collect wool?

This is absolutely not allowed.

Come on Tang San, I believe in you, I believe that you are an invincible little strongman, why should you be afraid of this little setback, you are the protagonist!

suddenly

Tang San's absent-minded gaze focused on Yan Yi's extremely rosy face, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Old...Teacher, what's going on with Yan Yi?"

Raising his hand and pointing at Yan Yi's extremely rosy face, Tang San couldn't help but raise his spirits and asked.

Facing his student's inquiry, Yu Xiaogang, who had just stood up, swayed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

This kid

Did you hit him too hard just now?

but

I really didn't want to hit him, so why did he rush up on him?

Really.

Not only Tang San, but also Yu Xiaogang himself was severely hit. After recovering, he suddenly realized that what he just said was too heavy for Tang San, a six-year-old child.

He suddenly didn't want to say anything more.

Tang San was still a child, so we really couldn't hit him anymore.

This was what he had just thought.

However, within ten seconds, Tang San himself jumped up again, slapping him wildly.

Yu Xiaogang was helpless.

But the instinct of preaching and practicing as a teacher still prevailed.

Even

He knew that at this moment Tang San's fragile self-esteem was only limited by Yan Yi's weakness.

"Sigh...I forgot to tell you just now. The absorption of the soul ring not only allows the soul master to advance and add soul skills. At the same time, the soul ring will also increase the soul power of the soul master, and Physical strengthening.

This point varies depending on the age of the soul ring, but it is undeniable that the higher the age of the soul ring, the stronger the increase.

Although Yan Yi has been weak since he was a child, perhaps it is because his martial soul talent is too strong that his body bones were so weak before he awakened! "

Yu Xiaogang felt a little emotional, although Yan Yi's talent shocked him extremely, and could even be said to have subverted his world view.

But one thing cannot be denied.

Not everyone can survive while struggling on the verge of death day after day.

From this point of view, it is not wrong for Yan Yi to be called Tianjealous.

"The 10-year-old spirit ring should only be absorbed by Titled Douluo who have reached level 10 or above, but Yan Yi's situation is special. He was born with a [-]-year-old spirit ring. His physique will naturally be strengthened by the spirit ring. Although this It’s a long-term process, but at least his weak body since childhood is being constantly replenished, and I believe his body will be able to recover soon... no, he will become stronger!"

Yu Xiaogang was extremely sure.

The blessing of a 10-year soul ring is not just talk, but real power. Otherwise, why would it be sought after and desired by countless soul masters!

Uh···

Tang San's raised arm dropped weakly and hit the floor heavily, making a dull sound, just like his mood at the moment.

Last

Even in the end

Can all the ridicule of Yan Yi disappear?

"Ahem, forget it, let's put the soul ring matter aside for now!"

After Tang San collected himself and stood up reluctantly, he returned to the desk. Yu Xiaogang, who had lifted up his chair and sat down, coughed lightly and winked at Yan Yi, "Okay Yan Yi, you brat Why are you still maintaining the state of releasing your martial soul? Isn't the soul power exhausted yet? Put it away quickly."

"Well... I'm a little surprised about this. From just now to now, I don't feel that my soul power is not enough at all. It's like I have endless soul power. It's very strange!"

Yan Yi did not put it away immediately, glanced at Tang San without revealing any trace, and said doubtfully.

Tang San: "Uh!"

Tang San's breath tightened.

Although he didn't know Yan Yi's situation, he knew his own situation very well. In just a moment, not long after releasing the Clear Sky Hammer, the soul power in his body, that is, the internal power of Xuantian Gong, had been exhausted. , unable to maintain the release of the martial spirit.

If Yan Yi didn't also possess the Clear Sky Hammer, maybe he could use the Clear Sky Hammer to consume a huge amount of soul power and deceive himself.

but

really

Yu Xiaogang's next words made him seriously injured again.

"It's okay. It's normal. After all, it's a 10-year-old soul ring. With your current level, the moment you get the soul ring, the skyrocketing soul power directly pushes your level to the level of a 29th-level soul master. Even so, A large amount of soul power is constantly pouring in, which will naturally give you this illusion... Well, forget it, you'd better not put away the martial soul for the time being and just maintain it like this, otherwise a large amount of soul power will increase in a short period of time. It may not be a good thing for you!”

Originally noticing Tang San's disappointed look, he planned to give Yan Yi a hint not to continue irritating Tang San.

As he said this, he then thought about it. After all, it was a 10-year-old soul ring. Although Yan had an innate soul ring, the soul ring could not be faked. It was better to maintain the martial soul. Otherwise, the soul power would overflow to a certain limit. Who would It's not clear what will happen.

Yan Yi also noticed Tang San's expressionless look, and after thinking about it, he didn't think of how to comfort him.

When his eyes fell on the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, his eyes suddenly lit up.

As soon as he patted Tang San on the shoulder, Tang San jumped forward and almost fell down.

"What do you want to do?"

Tang San looked angry.

This damn disease... this damn guy, what on earth does he want to do?

Continue to laugh at yourself?

Yan Yi grasped the materialized small hammer in his hand, swung it twice out of thin air, and after making a whistling dull sound, he gave Tang San a thumbs up: "Xiao San'er, be more confident, at least your hammer is good! "

Yu Xiaogang: (￣￣；)

Tang San: (??へ??)

Which pot are you not going to open and pick up?

Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded.

Although he could roughly tell that Yan Yi was trying to cheer up the battered Tang San.

Possible

Are you so encouraging?

You go to someone else's house, hold someone else's wife in your arms, and then give them a thumbs up and say something appreciatively, "Your wife is nice?" ? ?

Cough

Although the metaphor is inappropriate, this is what Yu Xiaogang was thinking at that moment.

after all

Wuhun thinks that she is the wife of every soul master, which is not bad.

this level

and many more!

Yu Xiaogang was suddenly startled.

"Is this the power of your eyes?"

Yu Xiaogang was frightened just now because of his natural soul ring, and it was a red 10-year-old soul ring that could only be possessed by Titled Douluo above level [-]. Yu Xiaogang actually forgot about this for a moment.

The Clear Sky Hammer that Yan Yi was holding in his hand at this moment was Tang San's second martial spirit. How did Yan Yi obtain it?

Is it really the special ability brought by those strange purple eyes martial arts?

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously raised his head and looked at Yan Yi's extremely coquettish purple eyes, and then his heart trembled. He even felt that his soul was being seen through, and he subconsciously avoided Yan Yi's sight.

"My Clear Sky Hammer!"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His already bitten lips were bitten tightly again, and he swallowed the bright red blood.

The thief!

(End of this chapter)