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He looked at the two little Charmanders at his feet who were still making cute "babbling sounds" with a subtle expression.
"well--!"
Su Yuntao sighed deeply and shook his head in frustration:
"What a pity! What a pity!
Twin separated martial spirits? Sounds scary!
The result is two useless firewood lizards with thin blood! They look so fragile, can that little flame light a cigarette?
Full innate soul power? What a waste!
What's the difference between this broken martial spirit and that blue silver grass? Trash!
Pure garbage!"
When Wei Feng heard the word "waste", he almost laughed out loud.
Here it comes!
The Blind God King's passive skill is activated!
Little dragon?
Wait!
Wait until my Charmander evolves into Charizard and burns you to the point of doubting your life!
"cough."
Su Yuntao forced himself to take back his stance, his eyes complicated:
"Boy, it's not easy to have full innate soul power... Do you want to come to my Wuhun Hall?
Just put your name on it and get a gold soul coin every month for free!"
Wei Feng immediately changed to a confused expression and scratched his head:
"Huh? This...I need to ask my dad."
"Alright." Su Yuntao looked regretful, as if a pig had eaten up all the good cabbages, and waved the people away like flies. "Next! Tang San!"
Tang San stood in the circle with a stern face and took a deep breath.
"Blue Silver Grass? A useless martial spirit!"
Su Yuntao didn't even bother to look at it. He quickly picked up the black stone on the ground and stuffed it into his bag. His movements were so fast that it seemed as if he was afraid of getting bad luck.
"Let's go! It's over!"
"Master! I haven't measured my soul power yet!"
Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.
"you?"
Su Yuntao glanced sideways and sneered:
"Blue Silver Grass still wants to have soul power? You're dreaming! Forget it!"
As he said that, he pulled the bolt.
Wei Feng had already slipped out among a group of listless kids.
Watch Tang San get humiliated?
Not interested!
What if that drunkard in the blacksmith shop next door notices him and thinks he saw Tang San awaken his twin martial spirits?
Not to mention that his father is a Soul Emperor, even if his grandfather who is at the peak of Soul Douluo came, he would not be able to withstand it.
In the past few years, I have secretly helped the father and son of the Tang family so that they would not starve. I have done my best.
"son!"
Wei Long clapped his palm-leaf fan hand on Wei Feng's shoulder, rubbing his hands excitedly:
"Quick! Release your 'Fire Dragon' martial spirit and let's take a look! The golden light inside was flashing like a light bulb just now!
Innate full soul power?! Your martial soul has mutated?
Is there smoke coming out of our Wei family's ancestral tomb?!"
Wei Feng chuckled and pulled out two red and white balls like a magic trick:
"Dad, watch carefully!"
"ball?"
Wei Long was stunned and pointed at the Poké Ball:
"Is this your martial spirit? A juggling prop?"
"wrong!"
Wei Feng raised his eyebrows proudly.
He discovered this Poké Ball on his way out just now. It's so awesome!
Not only can it exist outside the body, anyone holding it can summon the Charmander inside!
Comes with GPS positioning!
He can even remotely retrieve it with just a thought!
It's simply a plug-in artifact!
From now on, you can release dragons in fights and make ambushes run away, all thanks to it!
"It's decided to be you! Come out, Charmander!"
Wei Feng's second-year spirit burned, and he threw the ball away!
"biubiu"
A red light flashed, and two orange-red little guys appeared again, tilting their heads:
"houhou?"
Wei Long squatted down, and scanned the two little fire dragons from head to tail with his big copper-bell eyes. After a while, he uttered:
"…Son, let me tell you the truth.
Even if these two little things absorb spirit rings and evolve in the future... they don't look like they can fight?
Thin arms and legs..."
"father!"
Wei Feng puffed out his chest, his confidence overflowing:
"Don't worry, old man! Just wait and see!
Charmander becomes awesome and scares you to death!"
As the father and son were talking, old Jack hurried in with a cane.
Seeing Wei Long packing pots and pans and stuffing them into the space soul guide on his wrist, his face turned pale:
"Soul Master Wei! You...you're moving away?!"
Without even looking up, Wei Long continued to stuff money in: "Old Jack, isn't that kid from the Tang family also born with full soul power? His family is dirt poor. We are not short of money, so we will give him the work-study student position!"
"That's impossible!" Old Jack stamped his feet anxiously.
"Tang San's martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass! It's useless! Its upper limit is enough to kill a spirit master! Xiao Feng has twin martial spirits! He's born with full spirit power! He has a bright future!"
"Tang San's martial spirit is just a blue silver grass, a useless martial spirit.
Even if you can become a soul master, what combat power can a blue silver grass have?
But Xiao Feng has twin martial spirits! Both are dragons, and they are born with full soul power!
The future is limitless!"
"Hi!"
Wei Long waved his hand, not caring at all:
"What's wrong with Blue Silver Grass? Full soul power means potential!
We have money, so we'll pay for it ourselves! Let's leave the spot for someone who needs it more!"
Wei Long casually waved his hand at Old Jack, his tone brooking no room for argument:
"After today, I will take Xiao Feng to Notting City.
You can do with this house as you see fit; anyone in the village who needs it can take it."
"This...how can this be done!" Old Jack rubbed his hands anxiously.
Old Jack looked at the handsome backs of the father and son, shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the yard.
He glanced towards the blacksmith shop at the east end of the village, then finally shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself:
"…This Soul Master Wei has a good heart…but his eyesight…sigh!
Instead of spending money to go to school myself, I might as well use the village's work-study quota…"
Wei Long ignored it and just raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
When the hunched figure walked away, his eyes suddenly fixed.
Like a hawk, it shot towards the inconspicuous blacksmith shop at the east end of the village.
Deep in his eyes, a trace of fear, very faint but tangible, quickly passed by and then disappeared.
But in a moment, a burly figure, carrying a strong smell of alcohol, staggered into the courtyard gate.
His hair was messy like grass, his clothes were dirty, and the sour and foul smell could be felt in his face even from a few steps away.
"Your kid has good bones."
The sound was hoarse and rough, like two stubborn stones rubbing against each other.
Wei Long's expression became serious, and he immediately bowed and clasped his hands:
"Your Majesty Haotian!"
"Xiao San and I are leaving."
Tang Hao's tone was calm, but every word was like a hammer, carrying with it the invisible pressure of a mountain:
"You should know the rules when you go."
Wei Long's forehead instantly broke out in a fine sweat, and he nodded hurriedly:
"Of course! The Wei family only wants peace and stability, and would never dare to cause any trouble!"
"Um."
Tang Hao hummed a syllable through his nose, turned around and tried to leave, but his feet suddenly froze in place.
He turned his head and looked back, his eyes seemed to penetrate the simple wooden wall and fall into the house:
"Thank you for these six years.
That child... if he is well-educated, he might be able to... be banned in the future!"
As the last word fell, the gate of the courtyard was empty, as if no one had ever been there.
Wei Long then let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and spat inwardly:
"unlucky!"
He looked up at the sky and whispered to himself:
"I've been stuck at level 69 for almost half a year...
After sending Xiao Feng to the academy, I will return to Tiandou City to find the old man to hunt souls!"
"Dad, can we go back to Tiandou City?"
Wei Feng's figure flashed out from the house, his eyes sparkling.
Wei Long coughed lightly and frowned:
"What's the rush?
A young boy.
Go to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy first to hone your skills! No matter how good your talent is, without tempering it is just scrap metal!"