Look at the sky, count me the most wave

Chapter 3 The Legendary Tool Man

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Why does he know these messy self-created soul skills, and also the uninherited skills of the Clear Sky School?"

Just as Tang San left, a tall figure came out from the shadows.

It was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old, but his figure was very tall and burly, but his attire was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body without even a patch on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath.

His facial features, which were originally fairly straight, were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, his eyes were sleepy, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest, and the stubble on his face hadn't been tidied for some time.

"Forget it, when the martial spirit awakens tomorrow, I will know what the hell this thing is!"

"If your spirit is not the Clear Sky Hammer, then I, Tang Hao, will let you know what cruelty is!"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, but a cold murderous intent flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Dividing line.
The next day, under the leadership of Old Jack, Xiao He followed him to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.

Of course, the so-called Spirit Hall was just a larger wooden house.

Because everyone has a martial soul, every year there are children who awaken their martial soul.

Therefore, anywhere in the Douluo Continent, you can see the Wuhun Temple.

However, because of the different levels, the scale of the building is also different, and the Holy Soul Village is the lowest level branch hall.

This year, there are nine children in the holy soul village who are going to awaken their martial souls, and Xiao He is the last one to come under the leadership of Old Jack.

In addition to Old Jack and the nine children, there was also a young man in his 20s in the Wuhun Temple, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a very handsome appearance.

He was dressed in a white outfit, with a black cloak on the back, and a fist-sized soul character in the center of his chest. This was the standard attire for personnel directly under the Wuhun Hall.

On the left chest, there is a badge engraved with a long sword, and a total of three long swords are interlaced on the badge.

There is no doubt that this guy should be Su Yuntao, the legendary King of Blind Eyes, a lone wolf with a martial soul, and a soul power of more than 20 levels.

"Hi, respected Master of Battle Soul, I will trouble you again this time."

Old Jack said to Su Yuntao respectfully.

"It's my job, but I don't have much time. Since everyone is here, let's start quickly."

Su Yuntao nodded, with a businesslike expression.

"Children, this is the battle spirit master of Notting City. Next, he will guide you to activate the martial soul. You must cooperate with the master to awaken the martial soul. Grandpa looks forward to some of you who can become soul masters."

Old Jack would say this every year, after all, this was his long-cherished wish.

"Becoming a soul master is not so easy. I have traveled to six villages, and there is no one with soul power, and there is no better martial soul."

Su Yuntao chuckled lightly, and said these words frankly.

"Yes! Only the inheritors of the major sects are the easiest to become soul masters. It's too difficult for ordinary people like us."

Old Jack's eyes were full of sadness, he shook his head and sighed, and walked out of the Wuhun branch hall.

"Kids, stand in a row."

When Su Yuntao saw Old Jack leave the Wuhun branch, his eyes fell on the nine children.

Under Su Yuntao's arrangement, the nine children stood in a row in front of him, from left to right.

Xiao He stood on the far right, that is, the first one.

"My name is Su Yuntao. Next, I will awaken your martial souls one by one. Remember not to be afraid no matter what happens."

Su Yuntao made a self-introduction, and then opened his package on the table beside him.

Inside the package were two items, six jet-black round stones and a shiny blue crystal ball.

"You come here in order, one by one, remember that no matter what happens, don't be afraid!"

Su Yuntao arranged six black stones in a hexagonal shape on the ground, and then motioned Xiao He to stand in it.

As soon as the words fell, Su Yuntao's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Lone wolf, possessed!"

A ray of faint blue light was released from Su Yuntao's brows, along the brows and up to the hair tip.

Su Yuntao's hair was originally black, but with the injection of the blue light, it quickly became gray.

And, in the blink of an eye, the back of his hand was also covered with a layer of hair of the same color.

His eyes have even turned a shiny green color, and his original hands are now more like the sharp claws of a wild beast.

Two soul rings, one white and one yellow, rose from under his feet, rippling on his body.

Good guy!
Really good guy!

Seeing this scene, Xiao He was immediately shocked in his heart.

He had only seen this kind of scene of transforming into a werewolf on the screen before.

Now, this scene actually appeared in front of him, and he really felt the shock in his heart.

"Don't be in a daze, go to those six stones quickly."

Seeing Xiao He staring straight at him, Su Yuntao thought Xiao He was frightened, and immediately urged him.

"Oh well."

Xiao He nodded, and walked in with a calm expression.

At the same time, Su Yuntao quickly clapped his hands, and six faint green lights poured into the six black stones on the ground.

Immediately, six light-gold rays of light were released from the six stones, forming a light-gold cover that enveloped Xiao He.

"Extend your right hand!"

Su Yuntao's face became serious, and his tone was slightly heavy.

After all, the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony is a very grand ceremony, and there is no room for carelessness.

"Ok!"

Xiao He stretched out his right hand subconsciously.

In the next second, all the light spots rushed out, and a delicate fan appeared in the palm of his hand.

It was a small light blue fan. The front of the fan was painted with gorgeous sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the back was engraved with complicated and delicate mysterious patterns, making people addicted to it unconsciously.

Light, elegant, elegant, beautiful...

This is Su Yuntao's evaluation of this fan from the bottom of his heart when he saw it.

"This is... a fan? Although it is very beautiful, can a fan be used as a weapon? It seems that it should be able to?"

Su Yuntao frowned slightly, and said with some uncertainty.

However, when Xiao He saw this fan, his expression froze instantly.

He seemed to have seen this fan somewhere, and it seemed that he had owned this fan before, and it even gave him a sense of discord that had been with each other for tens of thousands of years.

Xiao He's pupils gradually lost their focus, and countless pictures involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"This is... like a dream. It's my former emperor soldier. I used to be the dark supreme who killed countless lives???"

His lips trembled slightly, and he whispered to himself in an unreadable tone.

(End of this chapter)