Check in from Douluo

Chapter 1 Salted fish!Check in for the first time!Meteor tears!

Outside the Holy Spirit Village.

The sky was bright, and the white mist covered the various wooden houses that were not tall in the village.

A little boy in plain sackcloth slowly ran out from the misty village gate.

He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, breathing evenly, and ran towards the small hill in front of him without haste.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked at one of the boulders.

I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.

The little boy has delicate features and looks very suitable for people's eyes, but at this time he looks lazy, lying on the boulder with his legs crossed, with a blue silver grass that can be seen everywhere in the village and outside his mouth, chewing happily It's delicious.

"Brother Feng, you wake up so early every day, will you exercise with me today?"

He smiled and said to the little boy on the boulder.

"Little San'er? Get back, I'm lying soundly, take a nap for a while, it's getting hotter and hotter, after you finish exercising, wake me up again."

The little boy on the boulder didn't open his eyes, he seemed to know who was coming, so he said lazily.

"...Brother Feng, can you stop calling me by the name Xiao San'er...?"

Tang San smiled wryly.

Brother Feng, full name is Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, the famous little slacker in Holy Soul Village.

Other five or six-year-old boys, at this age, mostly get up early to exercise in preparation for their upcoming martial soul awakening.

Or get up early to plow the land and do some farm work with your parents.

As for Brother Feng, he often lay down in the morning with a look of hopelessness on his face, doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng is very pitiful. When he was just born, he heard from the village chief's grandfather that his mother passed away because of dystocia.

Later, my father also grieved too much, became sick from overwork, and passed away within a year.

As a result, Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief's grandfather.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually became the governor. Apart from going to worship his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is indeed first-class smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Brother Feng didn't know what method he used to greatly increase the production of grain and vegetables in the Holy Soul Village, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually richer.

Brother Feng also erected the pillar at the gate of the village, which the grandfather of the village chief said might be the handprint of the legendary soul sage.

It was claimed to the outside world that this was the handprint left by the soul sage, and they made up a lot of stories, telling it miraculously, saying that as long as you come to look up and touch it, you may become a soul sage in the future!

There are quite a few villages around that are attracted by force, even the city of Notting, there are often tourists who come to the village to pay their respects.

The remote and barren Holy Soul Village will be built like a small town within two years.

Even my father said, this boy Feng has a different brain from others... he is smart and sensible.

The whole village likes him.

But a little too lazy.

"Not Xiaosan..." Wang Feng thought for a while, "Could it be called Dasan?"

"..." Tang San was speechless, "Let's call him Xiaosan, Brother Feng, I'm going to exercise first."

With that said, Tang San waved his hands, and quickly crawled towards the hill in the distance.

Although he is small, his hands and feet are very nimble. In front of him, the small hill with a height of more than [-] meters seems to be walking on flat ground.

In just a few minutes, we climbed to the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work... ninety points depend on golden fingers... as the protagonist of Douluo Dalu, it's just different..."

Wang Feng looked at Tang San's clean skills with an expression that matched Lemon.

How can this be a skill that a six-year-old boy should have?

Like himself, not to mention climbing up, running for a while before kicking to death.

"They're all time travelers...Little San, you are reborn from the strong..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I am different, I am the rebirth of the weak... I am a small house in the 21st century, how did I travel to the world of Douluo Continent? Even if I travel, I still travel in one On the supporting role."

"I don't even get one of Goldfinger. How can I play with it?"

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a time traveler, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he is much worse.

There is no background against the sky, there is no Ding Ding system, and there is no arrogant martial arts...

Of course, Wang Feng is extremely eager, but no!

Therefore, Wang Feng has been salty fish for six years, and can only rely on the wisdom of his previous life to barely improve the holy soul village, so that he and the villagers can live a little more comfortably.

"Soon, it will be the official plot of Douluo Dalu, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be coming soon... If I awaken some kind of sickle martial spirit or hoe martial spirit, I will just hit my head on the tofu and die directly. "

Wang Feng chewed the blue silver grass, looked at Tang San who was on the hill, exhaling, practicing Xuantian Kungfu and Purple Demon Eyes.

In the eyes, it is extremely envious

He watched Tang San practice on this boulder every day, just wondering if he could steal a move or a half.

It's a pity that he is not a genius, and he has no clairvoyance.

After looking at it for more than a year, I didn't see anything.

But watching Tang San gradually become stronger, lemons are a basket, a basket of just.

"Those Douluo fan novels I read in the previous life, just casually befriend Tang San and become a brother, and he will teach you all the unique knowledge of the Tang Sect... What a bunch of nonsense!"

Thinking of this, Wang Feng suddenly scolded those hateful Shabi authors in his heart.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, but his soul is a genius who has played tricks on many high-level officials of the Tang Sect, and can also create the highest hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lian, and learn the highest internal strength of the Tang Sect.

Still a grown soul!

Even his father Tang Hao didn't say anything about the Xuantian Treasure Record.

When he was six years old, he kept it as the biggest secret.

How can I tell you an outsider?

He also just traveled to Douluo Dalu not long ago, even if you are a blood brother, Tang San might pass it on to you.

"I really want to go back... Hey, I don't have a mobile phone, I don't have a computer, I can't scan Douyin, I can't play games, I don't know if G9 won or FPX won for S2."

Wang Feng sighed.

In the past six years, he has always wanted to go back.

If he had a golden finger, Wang Feng felt that he would have great ambitions. He would travel all over the world in this Douluo Continent, fight fiercely in all directions, marry a few beautiful girls, create a great reputation, and leave a legendary story...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, with the rising sun in the sky, the vast purple clouds fell on the earth, as if covering it with a layer of bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth.

"Little San, you should finish training soon, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down from the hill in good spirits.

"Brother Feng, why do you still have the blue silver grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the rising sun, and said helplessly.

"Why, you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

"After all, this is...the most common grass."

Tang San thought seriously and said, "However, although it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the most exuberant and tenacious. This point, the Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it."

Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbly.

As expected of the protagonist, he is different from other little brats, and he can still say such profound words.

"That's right, so I've decided, Xiaosan, from now on your martial spirit will be the Blue Silver Grass!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you are too hurt..."

Tang San smiled wryly, "Curse me!"

After all, this is the most common plant grass, Tang San still hopes that his martial spirit will be a little bit better...

"However, the martial soul can only appear after awakening. Brother Feng, what you said is not really..."

Tang San left with a smile, he still didn't forget to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner."

Wang Feng watched Tang San go away with a silent face, sighed quietly, feeling sour again in his heart.

It was also at this time.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Dalu has officially started... Congratulations to the host for checking in for the first time and getting the item: Meteor Tears!"

"Note, the item will be delivered to the host in a realistic way, and it is expected to arrive this evening... Please pay attention to check."

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Wuhun Hall! If you can check in with the innate full soul power, you will trigger an additional mysterious Wuhun! I hope the host will work hard to improve!"

boom!

As the sound rang in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the boulder like a cat with fur!

flushed with excitement...

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