Douluo Has Eight Strange Skills

"You are Mo Lin, the genius who was born with full soul power?" Salas asked.

Mo Lin put his right hand on his left chest, bent slightly and saluted:

"It's just luck, not a genius."

Salas laughed a few times:

"I didn't expect that you, a child, not only know etiquette, but also be so humble, very good!"

He looked at Su Yuntao:

"You, I will arrange a position for you in Wuhun City, you go down first."

Su Yuntao saluted and left the main hall.

"Boy, show me your martial spirit!" Salas said.

Mo Lin nodded, mobilized his soul power, and a golden cyclone appeared on his right hand and rose slowly.

Chapter 3: Hunting the Soul Ring Immortal Turtle

Salas looked at the mysterious golden cyclone, with an unbelievable expression on his face: This martial spirit is really weird!

On the Douluo Continent, all known martial spirits have a clear source of image, and they are all tangible, but Mo Lin's martial spirit is indeed an invisible thing, which is unheard of.

Moreover, Salas felt a mysterious feeling from the moment Mo Lin's martial spirit appeared, which made him believe that this martial spirit was not simple, and Mo Lin definitely had the value of vigorously cultivating it.

Salas signaled Mo Lin to put away his martial soul, and then said:

"What are your parents' identities?"

Mo Lin: "I was an orphan since I was a child, and I have never met my parents."

Salas stroked his goatee: Orphans?Could it be that this Martial Soul really just mutated by accident?But this is better, there is no power behind it, no relatives and no reason, so that he can serve the Spirit Hall better.

After speaking, Salas snapped his fingers, and a man in his thirties and forties came in from outside the hall.

"He is Feng Li, the fifty-sixth-level Soul King, and Wuhun is a mountain axe. Tomorrow, he will take you to the Star Dou Forest to hunt and kill spirit beasts. After that, I will also send him to take you to Wuhun City. Study in the hall, prepare well!"

"Yes!"

After saluting, Mo Lin exited the main hall, and followed Feng Li to the resting place.

On the way to the room, Mo Lin took the initiative to speak:

"Uncle Feng, do you know the number of years required for the first soul ring to hunt and kill soul beasts?"

Feng Li knew that Mo Lin was an innate genius with full soul power who could be sent to Wuhun City to study, and his future achievements could reach the title of Douluo, so he immediately replied:

"I have a certain understanding. Among the soul masters I know, the maximum age of the first soul ring is about 300 years, and my own is 290 years. I think I am very good at distinguishing the types and ages of soul beasts, but for I don't know the highest age of each soul ring of a soul master."

Mo Lin smiled charmingly, and said in a low voice:

"That's good."

The next day, Mo Lin was brought into the Star Dou Forest by Feng Li,

On the way to find the soul beast, Feng Li suddenly asked:

"By the way, do you have any requirements for the soul beast you want to hunt? I heard that your martial soul is very special?"

Merlin smiled:

"It's good to let this kind of thing happen. My martial spirit is too special. If you encounter a hundred-year-old spirit beast, just pay attention to it."

Within an hour after that, Mo Lin encountered various spirit beasts, such as a [-]-year-old bastard, a [-]-year-old green snake, and so on. The spirit beasts of these years are considered excellent for ordinary soul masters. , but Feng Li and Mo Lin were not satisfied. They agreed that no soul beast of about four hundred years old was not worth hunting at all, and was not worthy of status.

Mo Lin watched a Chinese boy over a century old swinging from the tree, and shook his head:

"Uncle Feng, let's go deeper, the age of the soul beasts here is a bit too low."

Feng Li touched his chin:

"Now it seems that this is the only way. The age of these spirit beasts on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest is indeed too young. It is indeed very difficult to meet a spirit beast of more than three hundred years here, but the deeper you go, the more aggressive spirit beasts will be. The more, if they engage in sneak attacks, I can't fully guarantee your safety."

"No problem, I just hunt for the first spirit ring, and I won't go too deep. Besides, if I die in the Star Dou Forest so easily, I can only say that I deserve it." Mo Lin's tone was very indifferent, as a A person who has died once, he has no fear of death for a long time,

What's more, he didn't die suddenly, which is an instant loss of consciousness. For a person who died of illness, death is a long process for him. If the next death is an instant, maybe he will feel lucky.

Feng Li looked at Mo Lin who said so calmly about death at such a young age, he couldn't help feeling sympathetic in his heart, and decided that with such a heart, his future achievements cannot be low, and he must keep Mo Lin:

"In this case, I will do my best to protect your safety, let's go!"

The Star Dou Forest is indeed a dangerous place. After only five minutes of exploration, I encountered three soul beasts around three hundred years old. However, they were far from what Mo Lin wanted, so Feng Li drove them away. .

Mo Lin currently doesn't have dual spirits, and he doesn't know what kind of spirit ability he can obtain. There is only one way to ensure that he can completely beat Tang San, and that is the quality of the spirit ring. He hopes that his first The soul ring is more than five hundred years old,

With the six years of majoring in the two internal skills of the Golden Light Curse and the Triple Reverse Life, he believes that he can withstand more than five hundred years of soul rings, which is why Mo Lin asked Feng Liqing earlier about the limit age of the first soul ring And so on, since Feng Li is not clear, Mo Lin can have less resistance when choosing a soul beast.

As they walked, a small river appeared in front of the two of them. The depth was only more than one meter. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a river of this depth to have a high-year aquatic soul beast, and it was about to leave immediately.

But suddenly Feng Li grabbed Mo Lin, pressed him to the ground, motioned to keep silent, and then looked forward.

Mo Lin followed Feng Li's line of sight and looked forward. A brown tortoise about two meters high and two and a half meters wide was drinking water by the river. The tortoise was about the same size, but it was a bit bigger, so he asked softly:

"Uncle Feng, is that turtle special?"

Feng Li also lowered his voice: