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The sky was bright, and the white mist covered the small wooden houses in the village.

A young boy dressed in plain linen ran out from the misty village gate.

He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, breathing evenly, and ran to the hill in front of him without rush.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked over one of the boulders.

I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.

The little boy had beautiful eyes and looked very attractive, but now he looked lazy, lying on the boulder, with Erlang's legs, his mouth still holding a blue silver grass that can be seen everywhere in and outside the village, chewing it. Delicious.

"Brother Feng, get up so early every day, do you exercise with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy on the boulder.

"Little San'er? Get back. I lie down and squint for a while. The sky is getting hotter and hotter. When you finish working out, come and wake me up."

The little boy on the boulder didn't open his eyes, he seemed to have known the coming, so he said lazily.

"...Brother Feng, can you stop using Xiao San'er... by this name?"

Tang San gave a wry smile.

Brother Feng, his full name is Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, a well-known little slacker in Holy Soul Village.

The other five or six-year-old boys, at this age, mostly get up and exercise to prepare for the awakening of the martial soul.

Or just get up early to cultivate the land and do some farm work with your parents.

Just Feng Ge, often looks hopeless from morning, lying down, doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng was very pitiful. When he was first born, he heard from the village chief's grandfather that his mother had passed away because of a dystocia.

Later, my father was overwhelmed with grief and became ill from overwork. Within a year, he also passed away.

Thus, Feng Ge was adopted by the village chief's grandfather.

As the days passed, Feng Ge gradually became the governor. Apart from paying homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Feng Ge is indeed smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Feng Ge didn't know how to make Shenghun Village's food and vegetable production greatly increase, making the originally barren Shenghun Village gradually richer.

Brother Feng also stood up at the entrance of the village, the pillar in the mouth of the village chief's grandfather, which may be the legendary soul saint left handprints.

It is claimed to the outside world that this is the handprint left by the soul sage, and a lot of stories have also been made up, which are amazing, saying that as long as you come to pay attention and touch, you may become the soul sage in the future!

It just attracted a lot of villages around, even Notting City, there are often tourists who come to the village to pay their respects.

The remote and barren Holy Soul Village will be built like a small town within two years.

Even my father said, this Maple boy has a different brain from others...smart and sensible.

The whole village likes him.

But it's too lazy.

"Not called junior..." Wang Feng thought for a while, "could it be called junior?"

"..." Tang San looked speechless, "Let's call Xiao San, Brother Feng, I'm going to exercise first."

With that, Tang San waved his hand and swiftly climbed towards the distant hill.

Although the others are small, their hands and feet are very quick, and the hills over a hundred meters high seem to be flat in front of him.

In just a few minutes, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, one-third of the sky is doomed, seven points depend on hard work... Ninety points depend on gold fingers... As the protagonist of Douluo Continent, it's just different..."

Wang Feng looked at Tang San's neat skill with a look that was just right for Lemon.

This is what a six-year-old boy should have?

Like him, let alone climb up, he will be kicked after running for a while.

"They are all traversers... Xiaosan, you are a strong rebirth..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different, I'm a rebirth of the weak...I am a small house in the 21st century, my duty, how can I cross into the world of Douluo Continent? A supporting role in a dragon suit."

"Don't give me a golden finger. How can I play it?"

Yes.

Wang Feng was also a traverser, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, it was much worse.

There is no background against the sky, there is no Dingding system, and there is no martial arts spirit...

Of course, Wang Feng was very eager, but no!

Therefore, Wang Feng has been salting fish for six years, only relying on the wisdom of his previous life to reluctantly improve the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the villagers can live a little more comfortable.

"Soon, it will be the official plot of the Douluo Continent, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be about to come... If I awaken a sickle spirit or a hoe spirit, I will just slam my head on the tofu and kill him directly. "77 e-book www.77dd.net

Wang Feng chewed on the blue silver grass and looked at Tang San, who was on the hill, breathing out, practicing Xuantian Gong and Purple Demon Eye.

In my eyes, it is extremely envy

He was on this huge rock every day, watching Tang San practice, just wondering if he could learn a trick.

Unfortunately, he is not a genius, and he has no perspective.

After watching it for more than a year, I didn't see anything.

But watching Tang San slowly become stronger, the lemons are like a basket, and the basket is just like a basket.

"For those Douluo fan fictions that I read in my previous life, just behave with Tang San and make a brother, and they will teach you all of Tang Sect's unique knowledge... What a mess!"

Thinking of this, Wang Feng suddenly scolded the authors who hated Shabi.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, but the soul of his family is a genius who has played tricks with many high-level Tang Sects, and can also create the Tang Sect's supreme hidden weapon, Buddha Rage Tang Lian, and learn the highest internal strength of the Tang Sect.

Still the soul of an adult!

Even his father, Tang Hao, didn't mention this Xuantian Baolu.

When he was six years old, they were all hidden as the biggest secret.

Would you tell you an outsider?

They have just crossed to the Douluo Continent not long ago. Even if you are a real brother, Tang San might pass it to you.

"I really want to go back... Oh, no cell phone, no computer, can't use Douyin, can't play games, S9 doesn't know if G2 won or FPX won."

"I can't find the resources even if I'm so embarrassed... Forget it, I can't move."

Wang Feng sighed.

For the past six years, he has always wanted to go back.

If there is a gold finger, Wang Feng feels that he must be proud and ambitious. In this Douluo Continent, he fought fiercely in all directions, married a few beautiful girls, created a prestigious reputation, and left a legend...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

In a short while, as the rising sun was born on the horizon, the ten thousand zhang purple clouds were scattered on the ground, as if they were covered with bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a touch of warmth.

"Little San, you should be done soon, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San stepping down from the hill with glamour.

"Brother Feng, why are you still holding blue silver grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the rising sun, and said helplessly.

"Why, do you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

"This is... the most common grass after all."

Tang San said seriously, "However, even though it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the strongest and the most tenacious. In this regard, Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down upon it."

Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbly.

It's worthy of being the protagonist, who is different from the rest of the kiddos, and he can say these profound words.

"Yes, that's why I decided, Xiao San, from now on your Martial Spirit will be Lan Yincao!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you are too bad..."

Tang San gave a wry smile, "Curse me!"

After all, this is the most common plant grass, Tang San still hopes that his martial soul will be a little better...

"However, the spirit of martial arts will only appear after awakening, Brother Feng, what you said is not counted..."

Tang San left with a smile, not forgetting to turn around and say something, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village to eat."

Wang Feng watched Tang San go away in silence with a faint sigh, and his heart was sour for a while.

It is also at this time.

"Ding, the story of the Douluo Mainland has officially begun... Congratulations to the host for the first time to check in and get the item: Meteor Tears!"

"Note, the item will be delivered to the host in a realistic way, and it is expected to arrive this evening...Please check it carefully."

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Hall! If you can reach the innate full soul power check-in, additional mysterious Martial Soul will be triggered! Hope the host will work hard to improve!"

boom!

With this sound in his mind, Wang Feng jumped directly from the boulder like a cat with fried hair!

Blushing with excitement...

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