Douluo: I've kept a low profile

Chapter 12 God Bestowed Martial Soul
Even though Yu Xiaogang said so, Tang San, with his somewhat vengeful character, still silently chanted in the water, "Ning Xiaotian! I remember you!"

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"What did you say? Twin martial souls? Another one is a god-given martial soul? What's going on here?"

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened, and he didn't have the image he used to have at all.

The image of a modest gentleman will show such an unfashionable attitude now.

In the main hall, there were only three people.

Ning Fengzhi stood there with a surprised expression on his face. Although it had been a few days for Chen Xin, when this matter was mentioned, it was inevitable that he would still be a little bit tongue-tied!

Gu Rong looked indifferent, but in the end he asked calmly, "Old man Jian, you can't make a mistake, right?"

"Bone old man! You think everyone is like you, people are fine, but there is always something wrong with your eyes!"

Chen Xin asked angrily.

"Instead of talking here, I'd better go and see Tian'er!"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't sit still anymore, no matter what, he was too surprised to hear the news.

This is not a small matter, whether it is for him Ning Fengzhi or the current Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it is not a big matter.

Chen Xin and the two old men sat there and looked at each other, finally stood up and followed Ning Fengzhi's pace.

In the Xingdou Great Forest, although Ning Xiaotian told Chen Xin about his Sharingan, he only told him.

Didn't explain anything in more detail.

As for the so-called god-given martial soul!

This doesn't seem to be false at all, after all, this thing itself was the price I exchanged with that god at that time.

There is nothing wrong with saying that it is a martial soul bestowed by the gods.

Not long after, the three of them rushed to the outside of the courtyard where Ning Xiaotian lived.

This place is already in the corner of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Ning Xiaotian chose this place when he was three years old. Although Ning Fengzhi was a little reluctant, he couldn't bear his son's insistence on doing this.

For such a long time, Ning Fengzhi has understood his son's character.

He doesn't like to be served by others, and he prefers to be quiet where he lives, and he doesn't like to talk. He usually looks a little depressed.

Thoughtful and talented.

This is his son Ning Fengzhi.

But when he came here, even Ning Fengzhi, who was an old father, hurriedly tidied up his clothes when he was standing at the door, maintaining his elegant image of suzerain.

Then he began to gently knock on the door nose, and then shouted, "Xiaotian, open the door."

"Come in! The door is unlocked!"

A voice came out, but this time it was not a lazy voice.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two old fellows behind him in surprise, and then opened the door.

However, the scene they saw in front of them really made the three of them stand in place in astonishment.

A six-year-old child is exercising with an iron block that is almost bigger than him. Every ups and downs can make the sound of air compression.

"Old man Jian! Did my eyes see right?"

Gu Rong asked with his eyes wide open.

No matter how poor your eyesight is, you can still feel that this set of things should add up to at least 500 catties.

"This is called a dumbbell!"

Chen Xin said, after all, he was the one who sent this thing to the Li Clan for the other party to forge.

So it is still clear what the function of this thing is.

But when he saw the 500-jin thing playing back and forth in his hand, as if he was holding something insignificant, Chen Xin couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Both of them are like this, let alone Ning Fengzhi!
"Xiao Tian, ​​what are you doing?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Strengthen!"

"Are you sure?" Ning Fengzhi asked in disbelief.

Ning Xiaotian would not pay attention to his current thoughts.

After all, he has been watching the effect of rolling iron on him.

After coming back for more than a day, just rolling the iron has brought me two points of configuration, which is quite powerful.

Facts have proved that for cultivation or something, it is better to quickly increase your assigned value...

"Xiaotian, stop what you are doing, I have something to ask you!"

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, looked at his son with a sigh and said.

"Grandpa Gu, please close the door!"

Gu Rong didn't refuse, and Ning Xiaotian didn't stop what he was doing either.

When the courtyard door is closed.

Ning Xiaotian's originally ordinary eyes instantly turned on the Sharingan state, and the aura of his whole body also changed dramatically in an instant.

It's cold, gloomy, and has a tinge of uneasiness.

"Is this the Sharingan you mentioned?"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't believe it, his lips trembled slightly when he spoke.

Very excited, but don't know how to express the emotions at this moment.

"What kind of martial spirit is this?"

"It can be understood as the main body martial soul!"

Gu Rong's doubts, Chen Xin directly answered on behalf of Ning Xiaotian.

"Xiao Tian, ​​let me tell you about the situation!"

Ning Fengzhi moved a small chair from the side, and sat there with no image, facing his son who was pushing the iron, he could only hope that he could explain the situation to his father.

"Oh!"

With a sound of vibration, Ning Xiaotian threw the dumbbell in his hand directly to the ground, and then saw the strong gravity, directly smashing the ground into a deep depression.

After adjusting my breathing, I moved a small stool for myself to sit there.

The four of them were also sitting, but three of them had their eyes fixed on Ning Xiaotian.

They all desperately want to know the answer, this involves more than one person's problem.

"The martial soul's name is Sharingan, you can also understand it as the eye of god, the god-given martial soul also has extremely powerful attack ability.

But this martial soul does not need a soul ring. The disadvantage is that this thing does not use soul power for support and attack, but a way of using spiritual power.

So far, these eyes can be observed, copied, and illusioned after being opened!
As for what will happen in the future, it is still uncertain! "

"God bestowed a martial soul?" Ning Fengzhi murmured, resting his chin with his hand.

"Psychic attack!" Chen Xin understood a little more, then raised her head and looked at Ning Xiaotian seriously, "Use your so-called illusion to release it on me!"

"Grandpa Jian, it's useless against someone with too much strength like you!"

"It's okay, old man, I just want to know how strong this ability is?" Chen Xin said.

Since there was such a request, Ning Xiaotian didn't say anything else.

(End of this chapter)