Douluo's assassin becomes a god

Chapter 10 Martial Soul Awakening
Han Xiao's idea is very simple. After teaching Hu Liena tricks, it can be regarded as less trouble.

As for whether he will fall in love with this smart little girl in front of him, that is impossible.

Anyway, in her previous life, she was also a top assassin who had seen various famous ladies and princesses, and even assassinated a beautiful consortium lady from a certain country.

If he can fall in love with a little girl with no hair yet, it's impossible to work part-time.

Bibi Dong in the dark shook her head and sighed when she saw Hu Liena leaving in a daze.

The road of the three members of the golden generation is too smooth, and it would be helpful to let them stumble.

As for Han Xiao, he seems a bit out of gregarious.

Bibi Dong thought so in her heart.

As Elder Ju said, this boy is not a loyal hunting dog, but a lone wolf.

……

A month flies by.

During this month, Han Xiao has been practicing the Huntian Star Chart and honing his body.

On this day, Ghost Douluo arrived as promised.

"Little guy, you've grown taller."

Ghost Douluo greeted Han Xiao stiffly.

After all, he has no social skills at all.

Han Xiao glanced at him and didn't speak.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

Ghost Douluo felt a hint of embarrassment in the air, so he changed the subject.

"Martial Soul Awakening."

Han Xiao's face was flat, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

Ghost Douluo smiled sinisterly, "What martial soul do you want?"

Without waiting for Han Xiao to answer, he said to himself: "Like you, the agility attack type martial soul is the best choice, and it is best to have a little stealth effect. If it can be the same martial soul as mine, then It's the best."

If Han Xiao's martial soul is also a ghost, he, Ghost Douluo, can cultivate it himself, which will definitely save a lot of detours.

Although Ghost Douluo thinks so, Han Xiao is not willing.

He didn't want his martial soul to be so hellish.

"What happened to your finger?"

Ghost Douluo suddenly noticed that Han Xiao's index finger and middle finger were slightly swollen, and the surface was covered with dark red blood.

Han Xiao silently hid his fingers and looked at the ice packs and detumescence medicines piled high on the table.

Seeing that Han Xiao didn't speak, Ghost Douluo coughed awkwardly: "How about it, have you thought about your own martial soul?"

"I thought about it."

Han Xiao didn't tell Ghost Douluo about his favorite martial soul.

There was confidence in his eyes.

Wuhun Hall
By the time the two of them arrived, the hall was already full of teenagers and girls.

Their age seems to be about the same age as Han Xiao.

But most of the expressions on the faces of this group of children were nervous and panicked, and very few were excited.

Compared with Han Xiao's plain face, this is simply a world of difference.

"His Highness the Pope is here?"

Ghost Douluo, who was following Han Xiao, looked at the stands on the second floor and said in surprise.

Han Xiao looked up, and sure enough, the peerless beauty of Mingjiao Bibi Dong was sitting upright.

And the trio who came to provoke Han Xiao before were standing behind Bibi Dong, and there was also a feminine man Han Xiao had never seen before.

The man obviously noticed his gaze and narrowed his eyes.

This person wants to kill me!
Han Xiao's heart trembled, and he felt his hidden murderous aura.

Bibi Dong glanced at the feminine man behind him lightly, and said something for some reason.

The man quickly lowered his head and stopped looking at Han Xiao.

Han Xiao also looked back, not panicking at all.

there is always a solution to a problem.

"His Royal Highness, is it strange?"

Han Xiao asked Ghost Douluo calmly.

Ghost Douluo nodded slightly, and patiently explained: "His Highness the Pope has a lot of things to do every day, so he usually doesn't show up on such occasions."

The Wuhun Hall is so big, although it attaches great importance to newcomers, Bibi Dong can at most just browse the results and circle the children who should be cultivated.

It was the first time to come here to watch the awakening of the martial soul in person like this.

"Children, I am your first mentor, Barack, and your guide."

At this moment, an old man with gray hair wearing the standard robes of the Wuhun Temple came out slowly.

He has a warm spring breeze and is extremely friendly, calming down many children's nervous mood in an instant.

Barak looked at the children, and continued: "You are the children of the Spirit Hall, and you have inherited the excellent blood of your family. I believe that you will become the mainstay of the Spirit Hall in the near future."

"Of course, even if you don't have the talent to learn martial arts, don't be discouraged. Various industries in the martial arts hall will also become your rich choices."

Soul masters' monthly expenses are too high, so they naturally need an economic foundation to maintain, and there are a large number of apprentices pouring into various industries in Wuhun City every year.

Seeing that everyone was holding their breath, Barack smiled slightly, "Let's start, everyone line up in an orderly manner, and come forward for roll call."

As soon as the words were spoken, Barak's martial spirit was released, and his white hair turned into tangled vines.

And the already old face also became like bark, and his figure expanded several times, turning into a treant.

By his side, there are five soul rings floating, white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Although the configuration is extremely low, he is also a soul king.

"First, Gu Chen."

Barack's voice grew thicker.

A thin, malnourished little boy stepped forward nervously.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Barak arranged the formation according to the routine operation, and led the boy to the eye of the formation.

"Feel the changes in your body with your heart."

Barak said softly.

Immediately, a golden light shield enveloped the boy in it.

"Stretch out your right hand."

The boy didn't dare to be careless, and quickly stretched out his right hand.

In an instant, a shrunken argali appeared in the center of his palm.

"Beast spirit, argali?"

Barak said softly, "Come on, put your right hand on top of the crystal ball."

After a while, Barak seemed to be somewhat expected: "Innate soul power level [-], martial soul quality is slightly inferior, but you can become a soul master."

Hearing this, the little boy's face suddenly became ecstatic.

No matter what the martial soul is, at least he has the qualifications to become a soul master now.

"Next person."

Barak looked normal, and the second boy stepped forward.

After completing the test one by one, most of the children's spirit power was at level four or five, and occasionally one or two at level six or seven appeared, and they were taken down by the attendants.

"Why are most of them weapon spirits?"

Han Xiao, who had been observing all this time, suddenly asked Ghost Douluo beside him.

Except for the first one, Gu Chen who awakened the argali, most of the children's martial souls are sickles, iron rods and other weapons.

Ghost Douluo smiled slightly, and said: "Comparatively speaking, beast spirits are rarer than weapon spirits, but this is not absolute."

"Among the weapon spirits, there are existences that are countless times stronger than the beast spirits. Two of the top three sects are both weapon spirits."

With a thought in Han Xiao's mind, he remembered the small hammer and pagoda on the order of the elder Ghost Douluo.

　Today's company team building, the author has walked [-] steps, the soul is gone, only one chapter, starting tomorrow twice a day

　　
　
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