Douluo: Killing Titled Douluo with one shot shocked the mainland

Douluo: Killing Titled Douluo with One Shot Shocked the Mainland Yingtian Scholar

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Douluo!Abuse three!Master abuse!Abusing Haotian!

Cao thief!Improper person!No system!

My name is Yang... Qi'an!Don't talk about Wude!

Chapter 1 The Yang family has a son named Qi'an

Star Luo Empire, Broken Soul City.Six years ago, Haotian School announced that it was hidden from the world, and all the affiliated sects were separated.

As the most powerful clan among the four single-attribute clans, the Pozhi clan was targeted by the Wuhun Temple. More than half of the clan members were killed or injured, and they fled all the way to the Star Luo Empire.

After six years, with their superb alchemy skills, the Po Zhi Clan managed to gain a firm foothold, and named their city after Po Hun.

"Yang Ke, you little bastard! Qi'an is not yet six years old, and you lead him around flower houses?

In the future, you will take Qi'an out again! "

On the bustling street with people coming and going, a burly and strong man in black with short hair was holding a child who looked about five or six years old in his hand, while pointing at another fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth to reprimand him.

Young Yang Ke was extremely wronged at this time: "Grandpa patriarch, I don't have one. Xiao Qi'an asked me to lead him there."

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Qi'an, who was held in Yang Wudi's hands, immediately retorted: "Ah? I don't have one. You dragged me there, and you said you would buy me a candied haws."

Yang Qi'an looked ignorant, like a young and ignorant child.

Yang Wudi naturally didn't believe in Yang Ke's plan, the young Mu Ai, and Yang Ke was at the age of the most vigorous at this time, so he had a reason to go to the Flower House.

As for Yang Qi'an, what can a little guy who is less than six years old do?

"Just make excuses, kid, and see if I go back and prevent your father from taking care of you!"

After the crime was confirmed, Yang Qi'an secretly glanced at Yang Ke, squeezing his big eyes, which made Yang Ke annoyed.

No one would have imagined that Yang Qi'an, who is less than six years old, lives in the body of a nearly 30-year-old soul, right?

Six years ago, Yang Qi'an's parents both died, and he was only eight months old. The unborn Yang Qi'an was supposed to be dead, but his body was taken over by the transmigrated soul, and he became a posthumous child in the end.

This is the only direct descendant of the Pozhi clan.

Yang Wudi pinned all the hopes of the Pozhi Clan on him.

And Yang Qi'an lived up to expectations, showing extraordinary ingenuity since childhood,

Now that he is only six years old, he has already started to learn the Po Zhi Clan's unique medicine refining skills, and he can draw inferences from one instance to other cases, and his level of refining medicine has improved in a straight line.

"Little bastard, if you don't learn well at such a young age, you will follow Yang Ke to go shopping in flower houses. In the future, the Po Zhi clan will be handed over to you, and you may lead them astray!"

Yang Wudi brought Yang Qi'an back home, and stripped off Yang Qi'an's clothes without saying a word: "The little guy has grown up quite strong, give me a few more great-grandchildren in the future!"

Yang Wudi grinned, and then threw Yang Qi'an into the big vat.

There was steaming steam in the big vat, and the liquid in it was green and lustrous, exuding a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Yang Qi'an's body was pinned with too many high hopes from the Po Zhi clan, ever since he was dug out from the womb, the daily medicinal bath has never stopped.

Even when the Po Zhi clan was at its poorest, the standard of his medicinal bath was never lowered.

"Grandpa, my current physical strength is already comparable to that of a soul master?" Yang Qi'an soaked in the medicine vat, the corners of his mouth twitching from time to time.

This medicated bath is not so pleasant, the mild medicine has no effect on him, and now it is some irritating medicine, soaking in it all over the body feels like being pricked by needles.

But he's also used to it.

"It's so-so, it's better than the soul masters of the first ring, and far from the soul masters of the second ring."

As Yang Wudi said, he took out a few more small jade bottles, which were filled with the refined blood of soul beasts, and when the blood dripped into the water tank, Yang Qi'an's face suddenly became brighter.

"Oh ho ho ho, exciting~"

Yang Qi'an resisted the urge to jump out, endured the stimulation that spread all over his body, and then diverted his attention: "After the martial soul is awakened, my physical strength will increase, and then I will be comparable to the soul masters of the second ring.

Grandpa, I want to get the 800 year soul ring for the first soul ring, what do you think? "

Yang Wudi paused when he heard this, this is not the first time Yang Qi'an proposed to absorb spirit rings by leapfrogging.

He is also more concerned about this, and even did some special research: "Tomorrow we will talk about it after you awaken your martial soul.

However, with your current physical fitness, it is not a big problem for the first ring to absorb 600 year spirit rings. "

Yang Wudi left after speaking. As the patriarch, he still has a lot of things to do.

The medicated bath is over, and night is coming.

Yang Qi'an put on his practice clothes and took out an iron spear, and began to practice marksmanship in the courtyard.

The spear is shadowy, fierce, fast, domineering, clever, and chilling.

With the spear in hand, Yang Qi'an seemed to be a different person, not like a child, but like a veteran who has been immersed in marksmanship for many years.

Yang Qi'an didn't wash up until he was dripping with sweat and felt comfortable all over, and then returned to the room.

"Tomorrow the martial soul will awaken, and I don't know how many levels my innate soul power can have."

Silent all night.

There are only six children of the Broken Clan who have awakened this year. They are all children who survived that battle.

Early in the morning, Yang Qi'an came to the lobby wearing a simple and clean white undershirt.

Years of hardening his body with drugs made him extraordinarily healthy, and his exposed arms had obvious muscle lines.

His complexion is wheat yellow to fair, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a straight face.If the immaturity between the brows faded away, he would definitely be a sunny boy with extraordinary might.

Yang Wudi is in charge of the awakening of the martial soul. There are not many members of the Pozhi clan, and he will personally awaken the martial soul for the children of the clan every year.

When Yang Qi'an arrived, a child was awakening, and a thick iron spear was suspended above the child's right hand, exuding a sharp and heavy aura.

That is the martial spirit inherited from the Pozhi Clan, the Soulbreaking Spear!

"Put your hand on this crystal."

After the martial soul is awakened, it is natural to test the innate soul power.

The Soul Breaking Spear itself is an extremely high-quality weapon spirit of the assault system, in terms of potential, there is no difference between the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Kills Sword.

Possessing a soul-breaking gun as a martial soul generally has innate soul power above level four.

"Innate soul power level six, not bad, not bad, he is a good seedling."

Yang Wudi glanced at the crystal of soul power that was shining brightly, and smiled heartily: "Go back, you must practice hard in the future, and strengthen the broken clan."

"Yes, patriarch grandpa!"

Yang Wudi shifted his gaze to Yang Qi'an, there were only four children in the clan who had awakened their martial spirits this year, the one just now was the third one, and now only Yang Qi'an is left.

"grandfather."

"Come forward!"

Yang Wudi took a deep breath, and at the same time, the expressions of the other people in the lobby became a bit more dignified.

As Yang Qi'an is the only direct bloodline of the Pozhi clan, his talent is very important.

"Qian, come on!"

Yang Ke also came to the lobby at some point, saw Yang Qi'an walking into the awakening circle, and cheered him up.

Yang Wudi glanced at Yang Ke coldly, and Yang Ke shrank his neck immediately, but he still bit the bullet and did not leave.

There is a high probability that Yang Qi'an's martial soul is a soul-breaking gun, but what level of innate soul power will it be?

"Calm perception!"

Yang Wudi opened his mouth, and under the surge of soul power, Yang Qi'an suddenly sensed a different kind of power in his body.

At the same time, he saw the scene inside his own body.

At this time, he seems to have turned into the heaven and earth of a world, in charge of rules and order.

Chapter 2 Mutated Twins!The era of hot weapons has begun!

"Extend your right hand!"

Yang Wudi's voice sounded, but Yang Qi'an didn't move.

His consciousness is wandering in that world, and he has no sense of the outside world.

Soon, he found a spear in the core of the world.The spear is peerless, suppressing the world.

The spear was as black as ink, with a sharp tip, emitting a cold light.The gun barrel is covered with fine dark golden lines like dragon scales.And connected to the end of the spear is a lifelike dark gold dragon head.

The aura of this gun is somewhat similar to that of the Soul-Breaking Gun, but the aura is completely different, and its quality is definitely far superior to that of the Soul-Breaking Gun.

"Qi'an?"

Yang Wudi's voice sounded again, and Yang Qi'an finally raised his right hand slowly. The next moment, a long spear appeared, and the breath radiated out, shocking everyone in the hall.

plop~

The three children who had awakened before suddenly knelt on the ground. They couldn't bear the oppression from the depths of their souls, and even the adults around them had the urge to worship.

"This is..."

Yang Wudi opened his eyes wide, looking excitedly at the spear in Yang Qi'an's hand.

"Grandpa, my martial soul..."

"Your martial soul has mutated, it's even stronger than the Soul Breaking Spear!"

Yang Wudi opened his mouth, pressing his hands on Yang Qi'an's shoulders, trembling slightly.

"The Wuhun has mutated, and it's still mutated in a good direction. That's great, I'm a broken clan."

In the lobby, there were tears in the eyes of the elders of the clan, looking at Yang Qi'an with hope shining in their eyes.

"The Soul Breaking Spear was originally one of the most powerful weapon spirits on the mainland, but now it has undergone a benign mutation, Qi'an, your innate spirit power must be at least level eight!"

Yang Wudi took out the soul power crystal, and Yang Qi'an put his hand on it, and immediately, a brilliant luminescence bloomed on the soul power crystal.

The light illuminated the entire lobby, and Yang Wudi finally shed tears of relief: "Innate full of soul power! God bless the Yang family!"

"Innate full of soul power, good, good, good. Great!"

"Hahaha, innately full of soul power, in the future, a powerful Titled Douluo will definitely be born in our Po Zhi clan!"

In the lobby, many clan elders laughed heartily, including Yang Wudi, who was full of longing.

"Grandpa, I will definitely lead the Po clan to prosperity, and I will also make Haotianzong and Wuhundian pay the price!"

Yang Qi'an clenched his fists, a faint glow flickered away, no one noticed anything unusual.

The awakening of the martial soul within the Pozhi clan is not known to outsiders. Yang Qi'an's martial soul has mutated and is named the Dragon Pattern Soul Breaking Spear, and he claims to have an eighth-level innate soul power.

And Yang Qi'an never told anyone that he himself is also a martial soul!

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it is six years!

In six years, the base of the Pozhi Clan has doubled in size, its business network has tripled, and more and more properties are under its name.

However, the members of the Broken Clan are increasingly struggling.

boom! !

A deafening roar sounded in the backyard of the Pozhi Clan.

The house shook, the door was pushed open, and two niggers ran out of the room.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The two coughed violently, and black smoke came out of their mouths.

"What's going on? You two, do you want to demolish the house?"

Yang Wudi came over hearing the sound, looked at the two people who looked like charred charcoal, and frowned and reprimanded them.

Yang Qi'an waved his hand to disperse the black mist that he spit out, then smiled, showing his white teeth: "Grandpa, we succeeded!"

"What succeeded? Successfully blew up the house?"

Yang Wudi said angrily, if it wasn't for the fact that one of these two people was his own grandson and the other was Old Tai Tan's own grandson, he would have to clean up the two of them.