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As the days passed, with the annual awakening ceremony approaching, the village was filled with a tense atmosphere similar to that before the college entrance examination.

Douluo Continent has two empires, or two alliances, it is not an exaggeration. In the two empires, a large number of territories are divided into princes, and there are countless nobles with armed forces.

Because the two empires have existed for a long time and their classes have long been solidified, the difficulty for ordinary people to get ahead is no less difficult than hell. Basically, don't even think about it.

Of course, there is no absolute in everything. For ordinary people, the only chance to achieve a counterattack in life is once, and that is to cultivate martial souls.

It is said that everyone has their own martial arts spirit. Among them, very few people's martial arts spirits can practice and form a profession called the soul master. The most noble profession in the Pan-Continent is the soul master.

It can be said that the village's annual awakening ceremony is no less than a small-scale college entrance examination. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a single-plank bridge.

Awakened martial soul, even a martial soul that can be cultivated, can stand out in no time. Not only oneself, but also family members can lead a prosperous life. If they fail, they can only be an ordinary person for a lifetime. Sunrise Instead, I live and live my life, then marry an ordinary wife and give birth to a nest of babies.

Now that he came to Douluo Continent, Yang Ming didn't want to be an ordinary person. He aspired to become stronger, eager to get out of this village, eager to explore the magnificence of this world!

The genius was slightly bright, Yang Ming had already run two kilometers on the hill outside the village, with a long spear straddling his back diagonally, which was longer than his height.

Taking off the spear from his back, Yang Ming began to practice his marksmanship attentively to the morning light rising in the east.

In King of Glory, both Han Xin and Zhao Yun are veterans with guns, but their styles are completely different.

If Han Xin's style is Ling Ran and neat, light and elegant, Zhao Yun is a fast-paced, powerful type.

The marksmanship practiced by Yang Ming didn't have any tricks or tricks, and he took the actual combat route.

Han Xin's style of picking, stabbing, breaking, and shaking, and Zhao Yun's style of sweeping, splitting, cutting, and wiping are naturally integrated in Yang Ming. There is no slight violation, just like the appearance of marksmanship. same.

Yang Ming lunged forward, shouted in a low voice, and squeezed the spear with his right hand, like a poisonous snake burrowing out of the grass. The force in his hand reached the tip of the gun. The cold light flashed by, and the tip of the gun penetrated a fallen leaf. A hole appeared in the center of the fallen leaves.

After practicing the marksmanship all morning, Yang Ming was already sweating profusely. He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The sun was already high in the sky, and it was almost time for lunch.

Putting away the spear, Yang Ming hurried back to the village from the mountain.

Shenghun Village is the same as in the past, simple villagers, simple villages, cock crowing and dog barking, and the road is nowhere to be found.

As the grandson of the village elder Jack, wherever Yang Ming goes, someone will greet him cordially. Yang Ming is not the kind of saint who can’t eat fireworks. He always responds with greetings. Over time, Yang Ming is surprised in the village. The land is very popular.

At this time, there was a rush of horseshoes and a woman screaming at the village gate.

Yang Ming paused and looked back abruptly.

It's okay if I don't look at it, and I suddenly become angry.

A young man rode a black horse and galloped along the village road.

Shenghun Village is a very traditional agricultural village with underdeveloped economy. This also makes the roads in the village not spacious. This young man does not know it, but instead allows the dark horse under his seat to run wildly, which is equivalent to driving a BMW car through a red light on the road. Did not take the lives of others into consideration at all!

It has been nearly six years since I came to the Douluo Continent, and the people in the village are simple and honest. Every family of the villagers treats Yang Ming very well. Yang Ming has long regarded this place as his home. Now that he sees this scene, how can he not be angry?Must-Read House www.bidu5.com

What's more, in order to avoid being hit by a dark horse, the pedestrians on the road are already in chaos. Everyone scrambled to hide on both sides of the road. Seeing a pregnant woman who was pregnant for nine months staggered under her feet, she almost fell to the ground, but there was not a trace of the youth behind her. The meaning of slowing down, continue to drive the dark horse to run wildly, even if it does not hit the pregnant woman, I am afraid it will scare her, leading to premature delivery of the fetus!

In this village with extremely backward medical and health care, it is not easy to die if pregnant women give birth prematurely!

"stop!"

Yang Ming was extremely angry, his starry eyes wide open, his stubby eyebrows were inverted, his spear was a little on the ground, and the person like Feiyan drew a semi-arc in mid-air, before the dark horse rushed over, he lifted the pregnant woman up. Take her to the next shop to rest.

After doing all this, Yang Ming held a gun in the middle of the road with the tip of the gun pointed at the young man on the black horse obliquely, and asked angrily:

"Who are you, you galloped along the road in the village? Did you know that you almost killed a lot of people just now!"

"Call!"

The young man pulled tightly on the reins, pulled the horse's head, and the black horse's two hooves were off the ground, and the horse stood up to avoid hitting Yang Ming.

The black horse shook the horse's head unhappily, and the horse's eyes with big copper bells glared at Yang Ming, and two white smoke was expelled from its big nostrils.

Even the horse is arrogant!

When he got close, Yang Ming's eyes condensed before he could see the youth's appearance clearly.

This person looked more than 20 years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, very handsome, a white outfit, a black cloak behind his back, and a fist-sized soul character at the center of his chest.

This is the standard dress of the staff directly under Wuhun Hall.

On the left chest, there is a badge engraved with a long sword. On the badge is a total of three long swords staggered.

Yang Ming frowned. Grandpa Jack once gave him common sense of popular science. The number of three handles represents the third-class title of the soul master, while the long sword represents the deacon from the hall of spirits. Famous war soul master.

Spirit masters have their own martial arts power. According to the strength of the martial arts power, they are divided into ten titles, and each title is divided into ten levels.

Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Sage, Soul Contra, Titled Contra.

Yang Ming felt a little bit tricky, and said a little bit:

"Are you from the Spirit Hall?"

The young man calmed down the dark horse. Hearing the words, he glanced at Yang Ming condescendingly. He saw that it was a six-year-old boy with a hint of pride and contempt in his eyebrows. He raised his whip and pointed at Yang Ming unceremoniously. , Neither salty nor indifferent:

"I am the soul war master from Notting City, and the deacon of the Wuhun Temple inspection, Su Yuntao, kid, don't block my way!"

Yang Ming's face sank, pointing at the pregnant woman who was almost knocked down by Su Yuntao just now, and said angrily:

"You almost ran into someone just now, shouldn't you apologize to her?"

Su Yuntao was unmoved, and said coldly:

"I haven't hit it yet."

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