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Chapter 1 The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School

Douro Continent
Seven Treasures

The Martial Soul Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is known as the most powerful auxiliary martial soul on the Douluo Continent, but such a sect that mainly focuses on auxiliary martial souls is one of the three strongest sects on the mainland, even There is a faint tendency to become the strongest sect.

How did such a sect mainly based on the auxiliary system become the strongest three sects!
Although its auxiliary ability is said to be the strongest in the world, but with such a powerful auxiliary ability, it is more likely to become an accessory of the strong.

Therefore, the strength of the sect is inseparable from the strategizing of one person.

That is the suzerain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School - Ning Fengzhi.

For example, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School has several tough rules, the direct descendants can only be with the powerful fighting soul masters, one is to protect the safety of the direct descendants, and the other is to allow many strong people to marry the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and faintly become the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Zong's power.

Under his management, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has achieved its current status.

Of course, no matter how powerful outsiders are, they are unreliable. Only when one's own people are strong can one be truly powerful.

Therefore, wherever Ning Fengzhi went, he would take in many orphans. It would be great if he could find treasures, but even if he couldn't find them, he would also contribute to the prestige of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Many orphans are raised outside the sect, and when they reach the age of six, their martial spirit will be awakened, and if they have the qualifications to become soul masters, they will be formally absorbed into the sect by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and become the sect's outer disciples.

If you can't become a soul master, you will be directly assigned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's industries all over the Heaven Dou Empire.

As the most honorable professional soul master in the entire continent, countless orphans look forward to it.

--split line--

A small hill not far from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, and the setting sun.

chap——

The pulley grazed the flint and sparkled a pinch of sparks.

An old-fashioned kerosene lighter with a bronze color and full of metallic texture emitted a two-centimeter-high blue-orange flame.

A boy who looked to be only five or six years old was leaning on the hillside in a very mature posture.

His back is completely leaning on a stone, his right leg is retracted, stepping on the hillside, his left leg is naturally stretched, and the whole lazy image can be seen at a glance.

Of course, the lighter came from his hands.

But the flame was only fleeting, and the bronze lighter was just a handle in his hand.

Originally, he wanted to do a skillful action of opening the lid of a fancy lighter and igniting it, but he had no choice but to do so because his hands were still a bit small, and he stopped halfway through the action.

"Hey, it's been six years, do you know how I got here these six years!"

Although the boy's voice was immature, his tone of voice was extremely mature.

He seemed to be saying this to the sky.

However, no one could answer him.

"Ugh--"

As the sun set, the orange light shone on the boy's hand.

"It's a pity, there is no smoke in Douluo's world!"

In this world where there is no cigarettes, no internet, no games, and food and clothing are a problem, he is really about to have had enough in six years.

However, fortunately, he still has some understanding of Douluo's world, so he also has something to look forward to, that is, what is his martial spirit!
However, he didn't dare to expect too much, because in the world of Douluo that he was familiar with, the quality of Wuhun basically came from the inheritance of his parents.

And he, Zifeng, was just an orphan, picked up by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from nowhere.

With this kind of start, he didn't expect that he would have any chance of turning around!

He shook his head, stood up from the ground helplessly, then patted the dust on his buttocks, and prepared to leave this desolate hillside.

thump—

thump—

thump—

Bursts of dull impacts attracted Zifeng's attention, but Zifeng didn't have any curious expression on his face, because he knew that the one who made the impact was also a strange child.

Why do you say yes!
Because in the eyes of outsiders, Zifeng himself is a strange child.

And the one who made the crashing sound was another child.

Zi Feng slowly approached the place where the sound came from, and saw a tall, handsome young man beating a rotten tree with his fist, the tree trembled slightly, and yellow-brown scum was constantly falling down.

Hitting the rotten wood in this forest is one of the ways this handsome boy trains himself, especially after he loses a fight with the second-generation ancestors in the sect, he prefers to come to this forest to conduct special training for himself .

However, the children of the elders in the sect will receive formal training every day, nourished by medicinal herbs, and the correct method can make their strength grow by leaps and bounds.

Therefore, although the young man is tall, he cannot compete against the group of children in the group of sects.

"Don't fight, don't fight, every day, as soon as you lose the fight, hit the tree. If you come a few more times, this old guy will really be gone!"

Zifeng teased the boy as he approached him.

Why call it a big boy!
Because although the boy in front of Zifeng is only six years old, his tall figure is not something a six-year-old child can have.

His bronze-colored skin looked extremely healthy under the setting sun.The simple and gradual broken hair makes the young man look extremely neat and handsome.

"Lost in a fight again?! Wake up, Xiang Yan, even if you smash all the trees in this forest, you still can't beat those boys, believe it or not!"

This big boy is named Xiang Yan.

Zifeng wanted to help this persistent fool, because at this age, if a young man who can persist in training every day and conduct such strict training on himself, if he has a good martial spirit, he will surely achieve great things.

Even though he is just an orphan, like Zifeng, he was brought back from somewhere by Ning Fengzhi.

Xiang Yan didn't pay attention to Zifeng, because in Xiang Yan's eyes, Zifeng is really different, because Zifeng, a child, has a maturity that is not used for other teenagers, but he is also extremely lazy. The sun is on the way to bask in the sun.

The two have different human natures and do not conspire against each other, so Xiang Yan doesn't want to talk to Zifeng.

"Hmph, still ignore me!"

Zifeng snorted, and his own arrogance surged up in an instant.

"Boy, believe it or not, I only need three days to let you defeat those second-generation ancestors in the sect, believe it or not!"

Zifeng yelled at Xiang Yan, looking at the big boy who worked so hard, Zifeng couldn't help it, so he started to love talents.

Xiang Yan who heard this sentence turned around instantly and faced Zifeng, who was a full head taller than Zifeng, which still put a lot of pressure on Zifeng.

"Just you, why!"

Xiang Yan spoke simply and directly, and her voice was immature and tenacious.

Zi Feng took a step back, he didn't like men who were so close to him, especially boys who were taller than him and more handsome than him.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to fight with you!"

Looking at Xiang Yan's eyes full of fighting desire, Zifeng took another step back, Zifeng really didn't bother to fight, especially with this kind of fighting madness, it was too tiring!

"But within three steps, I can kill you!"

Taking a step back, Zifeng's eyes instantly became sharp, with a murderous look.

From the lazy look to the fierce look, Zifeng completed the transformation in almost a second, and at this moment, he is like a warrior who is about to draw his sword.

Zifeng stretched his right hand towards his lower back, his index finger trembling slightly, because there was a weapon hidden behind his back, a weapon that also did not belong to this world.

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