Douluo: Love You Without Regret

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of scalding, and poured the porridge into his belly with big mouthfuls, his dark yellow complexion looked a little more lustrous.

"Dad, you drink slowly, and there's more." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and gave him another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

Soon, seventy or eighty percent of a pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened a little and looked at Tang San.

Qianye shook his head, and said to Tang San, "How selfish is this person, why doesn't he leave some for his own children, is this still a father?"

"If you have a job, you can take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while." Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular. He sleeps in the morning, builds some farm tools in the afternoon, and drinks in the evening.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up, drank a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking, and walked towards the interior.

Qianye breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, shouldn't he have noticed us?

Knowing what Qianye was thinking, Huan nodded.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out.

Tang Hao stood still, turned his head to look at him, and his brows were obviously a little more impatient.

Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner with a faint layer of black light: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?"

The metals used by Tang Hao to build farm tools were all sent by the villagers, and they were all iron with a lot of impurities. It was difficult to make sophisticated hidden weapons. The piece of pig iron Tang San was referring to was delivered just yesterday, what surprised Tang San was that this piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to pig iron, "Huh. Is there an iron spirit in here?" He walked over and lowered his head to look, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

Tang San nodded, the blacksmith profession is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build hidden weapons, "Dad, when you are old, in a few years, when I am older, you will teach me to build kitchen utensils and let me take over your job. ."

Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded, and murmured: "The blacksmith, it seems to be good." Pulling over a worn-out chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily, "Little San, tell me, what? Such a blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

Tang San thought for a while, then said, "The blacksmith who can create divine tools should be the best blacksmith."

Tang Hao's eyes flashed a sneering brilliance, "Artifact? Xiaosan also knows the artifact. Then tell me, what is the artifact made of?"

Tang San didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Of course the best materials are used."

Huan and Qianye shook their heads without saying a word, and turned their eyes to Tang Hao, wanting to hear how he explained it.

Tang Hao stretched out a forefinger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use high-quality materials to make artifacts, it's not the best blacksmith, at most it's just a synthesizer. If you use ordinary iron to create artifacts, you are the master craftsman."

After hearing this, Huan nodded subconsciously, but he didn't expect this person to know this very well.

"Making an artifact out of ordinary iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao in surprise. In normal days, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, and today is already the most time.

Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump on the other side of the room with a square of fifty centimeters, "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn to forge with me. Then, you must first forge it with a hammer for 10,000 strokes. This is the qualification. "

It was a piece of ordinary iron, which contained a lot of impurities, and it was not known how much worse than the piece with iron mother.

Qianye shook his head, thinking to himself: This man is really embarrassing, you must know how an ordinary child can forge 10,000 times, even a hammer may not be able to move, but if it is this boy ... Qianye blinked, staring at Tang San's hands, thinking: White light glows on his hands, this kid must have practiced something on his hands, maybe he can really do it. Thinking of this, Qianye's eyes gleamed, looking forward to what happened next.

Now, you can change your mind. "Tang Hao said lightly. He was ready to go back to the room and continue to sleep.

"Dad, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but it contained a firmness.

Tang Hao looked at him in surprise, "Okay." As he said that, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove beside the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire is lit, it can be used for forging.

After doing this, Tang Hao went back to sleep.

Tang San is a determined person, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to create Buddha's Fury Tang Lian, the top secret weapon of the Tang Sect, with a dilapidated blueprint. It took him ten years.

Lighting the charcoal fire, pulling the bellows, he went to work. The whirring sound of the bellows sounded, and flames emerged from the charcoal stove, burning the big iron lump. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao build farm implements, and he still knew the process.

"Huh? It seems to be fun." A voice sounded from behind, startling Tang San.

☆、Chapter 4

As soon as Tang San turned his head, he saw a child even younger than himself standing at the door with a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"My name is Qianye." Qianye introduced himself with a sweet smile. Seeing that Tang San was going to forge that piece of iron, Qianye was excited for a while, and he was very excited who had never seen forging before, and hurried out to greet Tang San. Hwan is still hiding behind him.

Tang San looked at Qianye strangely. In his memory, there was no such child in this village. Even though he thought so, he still said seriously, "I'm Tang San."

"Hello, Little San." The familiar Qianye greeted happily, then his eyes stopped on Tang San's hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

Tang San answered honestly, "I plan to forge iron blocks."

"Ehhh, can I participate?" Qianye walked over without any hesitation, grabbed Tang San's hand, and asked, his eyes gleaming.

"This..." Tang San was still hesitating, before he finished speaking, he saw Qianye grab the handle of the big hammer to himself, as if to lift it up.

"Wait!" Tang San hurriedly pulled Qianye away and said, "Qianye, you can watch from the side, but this is very dangerous, you better not move."

Qianye pursed his lips unhappily, but nodded obediently and stood aside.

When Tie Tuo gradually became red, he dragged the hammer used by Tang Haoping and put it on the ground. This long-handled hammer was even a bit taller than his height. Ordinary five- or six-year-old children did not Possibly move it, let alone wield it to forge.

But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian's skill spread all over his body, even though he had not yet broken through the first level, he also possessed the strength of an adult.

When—, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also opened the prelude to the forging.

"Pick it up!" Qianye exclaimed and smiled, "Little San, you are so amazing."

Tang San let out a sigh of relief, looked at Qian Ye's bright eyes, a blush floated across his face, and said a little shyly, "Nothing."

In the middle, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over. Although he closed his eyes, his expression was still a little surprised, and he muttered, "Can you actually hold a hammer? Who is the boy?" He got up and glanced at the door, lay back again, and said, "A little boy, it should be nothing." After that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Qianye was still standing beside Tang San, wide-eyed watching him beating the pig iron again and again, unwilling to miss a single scene.

In his eyes, Tang San's hand was always glowing with a layer of faint white light, as if protecting his hand from harm. Qianye couldn't help thinking: What the **** is this? It was so strange.

Poor Tang San was still hammering the iron, unaware that he had provoked Qianye's curiosity.

After watching for a while, Qianye leaned over, pulled Tang San, and made him stop.

Tang San took a breath and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to try!" Qianye's eyes flashed with seriousness, "Is it okay?" He looked at Tang San pitifully.

Seeing him like this, Tang San softened his heart, didn't he just give it a try, children are always curious about this and that, and they will naturally retreat when the time comes. Thinking so in his heart, Tang San sighed and said, "Okay, but this is very heavy, I'm afraid you won't be able to lift it. Be careful." Then he stepped aside.

Qianye breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to grab the hammer...

☆、Chapter 5

Qianye breathed a sigh of relief on his hand, reached out to grab the hammer, grabbed the handle, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and the hammer had to be lifted. Weighing the weight of the hammer with his hand, Qianye raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "It's not too heavy."

Tang San looked at Qianye's slender hands in surprise. No matter how you looked at these hands, they looked like they belonged to a child who grew up in a greenhouse, Bai Nen, obviously well-maintained, his family shouldn't let him do it. What kind of rough work, but it was just such a pair of hands to lift the hammer effortlessly, and there was no trace of discomfort on his face. Could it be that he, like me, has practiced something in his hands?

Qianye didn't know what Tang San was thinking, he looked at the piece of iron, swiped his foot backwards, turned his body halfway, and with a force from his waist, the hammer slammed **** the iron, making a sound.

Qianye laughed, and said, "It's funny to say." After speaking, he returned the hammer to Tang San, stepped aside, and continued to watch Tang San strike the iron.

Dangdang banging began to sound in the blacksmith shop.

Tang Hao and Tang San's father and son continued to repeat their ordinary life, but the difference was that from this day on, Tang Hao got another stove in Tang San's room and let him forge the iron lump himself. He didn't give Tang San any instructions, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home. And Tang San and Qianye became good friends, Qianye would come to Tang San's place every day to watch him work the iron, and then from time to time they would join up to play a few times.

Forging is definitely a boring and tiring process, but Qianye regards it as a game, and doesn't think it's anything.

Eleven days have passed, and Tang San has been counting the numbers he has forged. If he wants to swing the hammer, he cannot do it with the strength of his body, he must have the assistance of Xuan Tian Gong.

A careful Qianye found that Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the ground, about enough to swing a hundred hammers, immediately continuing to beat every moment. Qianye chose to ignore this: I didn't see anything!

Eleven days passed, Tang San had already swung more than 8,000 hammers, and the iron lump kept getting smaller, less than one-third of its original size. With the increase in physical exercise and food, his body became a little stronger, as if a force from within his body was gradually injected into him.

When he smashed down a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already changed to a certain extent, and it was a whole circle smaller. Although it burned red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.

Hundreds of refining into steel, the word appeared in Tang San's mind, which further strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammers. And it's very close to that goal.

"Huh? How many times has it been hammered?" Qianye leaned against the door, nibbling on a hot steamed bun in his hand, and an indistinct voice came out of his mouth.

Tang San looked back at him, put down the hammer in his hand, walked over, pinched Qianye's baby fat face, saw tears flashing in his eyes, and smiled with satisfaction.

Qianye patted off his salty pig hand in aggrieved, rubbed his flushed face, pouted his lips, and said angrily, "Little San is getting worse and worse, don't pinch your face, it hurts."

Tang San chuckled, turned around and went back to work on the iron.

Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao. In his opinion, even if his son was born with divine power, he couldn't persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer is so rough to prevent slippage, and the constant swinging and friction with the palm will inevitably cause great damage to the palm. But he discovered that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed at all. Not even a single blister. As for Qianye's existence, he chose to ignore it. Although he still didn't know the origin of this child, it was okay for Tang San to make friends.

"Just work harder, it can be done today." Tang San vigorously swung the hammer in his hand, but his heart was not calm during this boring process.

"Don't worry." Qianye swallowed the buns in one bite and said to Tang San.

Tang San worked hard to finish today's task, dragging Qianye to a hillside not far away, and the two of them ate the steamed buns that Qianye brought together.

Tang San watched Qianye eat the buns with satisfaction, smiled lightly, and said, "Qianye, do you know Martial Soul?"

☆、Chapter 6

Qianye turned his head to look at Tang San, then turned his gaze to the blue sky, and said softly, "I know, everyone has their own martial spirit."

Tang San was overjoyed and asked, "Qianye, can you talk to me?"

Qianye nodded without hesitation, and said, "The most noble profession in this continent is the soul master, and soul masters are those who can cultivate martial arts. There are two types of martial arts, one is weapon spirit, and the other is spirit. Beast martial arts. As the name suggests, those who use tools as martial arts are weapon martial arts, and those who use animals as martial arts are beast martial arts. Relatively speaking, weapon martial arts include a wider range, and most people are also weapons. Souls, and the proportion of martial spirits that cannot be cultivated in weapon spirits is larger than that of beast spirits.”

"Then how do I know what my martial spirit is?" Tang San asked curiously.

"This," Qianye smiled lightly, "Little San, are you 6 years old?"

"Yeah." Tang San nodded.

"As soon as a person is about six years old, he will perform an awakening ceremony. Having a martial arts will enhance our abilities in certain aspects. Even the most ordinary martial arts will help. In case you have an excellent martial arts Soul, if you can cultivate, then you might even become a soul master." Qianye said, took out a few more buns, handed them to Tang San, and ate them again.

The invisible Huan said a few words in Qianye's ear, Qianye narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's alright, little San, the awakening of the martial soul is probably in the past few days, don't worry, you'll know soon. I believe the little San's Wuhun must be very powerful!"

"How do you know what my martial spirit is?" Tang San said amusingly.

"Of course!" Qianye said seriously, pretending to be mysterious, "Intuition." He leaned into Tang San's ear and said, "Little San, my intuition has never been wrong."

"Then I'll borrow your auspicious words." Tang San smiled, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qianye seemed to remember something, and then said, "That's right. Spirit masters have ranks."

"Level?" Tang San looked at Qianye curiously, listening to him continue.

"Soul masters all have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of their martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles in total. Each title is further divided into ten levels. Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect , Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo. That's where the name of our Douluo Continent comes from. Titled Douluo who has reached level 90 or above can choose a title for themselves." Qianye gestured as he spoke, his eyes shone with light.

"Sounds very powerful." Tang San said, thinking to himself: This martial spirit power is probably the same as my internal power.

Qianye said neatly: "It's fine, I will definitely come to see you when your spirit awakens."

Tang San nodded, very happy, then thought of something, and asked: "Qianye, you... Shouldn't be 6 years old yet?"

Qianye looked at him suspiciously and said, "Yeah, I'm only 4 years old."

"You know a lot." Tang San sighed, "Qianye, what big family should you be from?"

"Family? No." Qianye looked at him strangely and said, "These are what Huan told me." He directly pushed the trouble to Huan.

"Huan?" Tang San asked.

Qianye was startled, then smiled, "My bodyguard."

"Do you have a bodyguard?" Tang San said in surprise.

"Why not!" Qianye tapped Tang San on the head, stood up, patted off the grass clippings stuck to his body, and said, "I'm going back, bye." With a wave, Qianye walked into the woods.

Tang San touched his nose and said in a low voice, "You're obviously younger than me, how can you teach people a lesson like that?" Looking up, seeing that it was getting late, he got up and went home, continuing to work hard for his ten thousand forging.

☆、Chapter 7

"Young Master, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry." Huan followed behind Qianye, walking through the aisle, seeing Qianye's rushing appearance, he couldn't help reminding.

Qianye waved his hand, still accelerated forward, walked into the room deep in the aisle, swept his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, not late."

"Oh? I'm really lucky." A voice sounded behind him, and when Qianye turned around, he saw a woman in a luxurious robe wearing a black gold pattern standing behind him, subconsciously shouting:

"Bibi Dong."

Bibi Dong raised the corner of her mouth, rubbed Qianye's head, looked at him tenderly, and asked with a smile, "Where did you go to play again?"

"Yeah." Qianye rubbed her hand and nodded.

"Let's go." Bibi Dong took Qianye's hand and led him into the room.

The two sat on the chairs. Bibi Dong touched the scepter in her hand. Qianye looked at it, feeling very bored. She blinked her bright eyes and pulled up her long sleeves, revealing her slender wrists and tops. That bracelet, the whole body of the bracelet is black, and the golden lines are densely covered, forming strange symbols. Under the illumination of the light, it emits starlight rays, and the starlight flashes around the bracelet and distributes around it.

Qianye's little hand swiped in the air, and the starlight of the bracelet gathered at his fingertips. With the movement of his fingers, he left a light trail in the air. Qianye's movements continued to accelerate, drawing a budding flower. The outline of the flower, the index finger taps the center of the flower, the blue light radiates from the fingertip, fills the blank in the outline, and then the whole picture bursts out with blue-purple light. The light dissipated, leaving only a blue-purple flower bud floating in the air.

Qianye smiled lightly, his palm swiped across the top of the flower, the light shone on the flower bud, the petals of the flower bud moved lightly, slowly blooming, and a beautiful purple-blue flower bloomed, and the petals were shimmering with luminous water. The beads slid into Qianye's hands along the lines of the petals. Qianye's hand turned over, and the water beads shot out and quickly made a handprint. The shot water beads were divided into 5 equal parts. Turned into gems, shiny like jade, but different from jade, clear and clean, distributed around the flower, each gem shoots two golden lights, which connect with the gem on the opposite side, forming a five-pointed star-shaped pattern.

"This is?" Bibi Dong asked, looking up at the flower wrapped in the five-pointed star pattern.

Qianye didn't answer, he waved his hand from the bracelet, and a green light flew out from the bracelet, moved with his palm, and landed under the flower, the handprint was printed, and the green light scattered, centered directly under the flower, slowly Move up, gather into a bubble, wrap the flowers and the five-pointed star pattern into it, and merge the edges with the water droplets. The plane where the five-pointed star pattern and the water droplet are located seems to cross the bubbles formed by light, becoming its cut surface. .

Qianye stretched out his right hand, and bubbles floated steadily with flowers and water droplets, floating on the top of his palm.

"Want to try it?" Qianye asked with a half-smile looking at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "Okay, I would like to see what you come up with."

Qianye nodded and stood up. The bubbles were spinning rapidly in the palm of his hand, gradually detaching from the palm of his hand, and revolving around his body, so fast that only an afterimage could be captured.

When Bibi Dong saw Qianye's little hand lightly touching her, she suddenly had a bad premonition, and quickly moved her figure away. The moment she moved away, the bubbles smashed down.

With a loud "bang", the entire Spirit Hall shook violently.

Qianye and Bibi Dong stood in the room, looking at a big hole that had been blasted out in the wall, Bibi Dong helplessly rested his forehead, didn't he expect it? However, the property was destroyed again. Qianye had a surprised look on his face. This result seemed to be unexpected to him. He waved his hand, opened a bright smile, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "The power is not bad."

"It's really not bad." Bibi Dong followed up honestly, touched the jade on the scepter, and showed a smile, but immediately covered it up and sighed, "It's a pity that it took too long to prepare."

"Hey, I'm only 4 years old, okay? Do the requirements have to be so high?" Qianye turned his head in dissatisfaction and complained, "You must know that I haven't awakened my martial arts. Under these circumstances, shouldn't I be able to do this? Amazed?"

Bibi Dong rubbed his head vigorously and said, "No one should be proud."

"I'm a genius!" Qianye said seriously.

Bibi Dong didn't answer, opened the door, and told the guard in silver-white armor outside the door what to do, turned around and walked over, took Qianye's little hand, and walked out of the room.

"Eh? Where are we going?" Qianye asked inexplicably, and followed Bibi Dong down a walkway that he didn't know at all. The light flickered not far away, attracting people in the dark to keep approaching.

Qianye didn't worry, because Huan was still there, still hiding behind him, unconditionally trusting, Qianye didn't think there was anything in the Spirit Hall to be afraid of, not to mention that he had a backstage! He silently raised his head to look at Bibi Dong's almost perfect face, and lowered his head suddenly, yes, the backstage is hard.

☆、Chapter 8

Across the aisle, a spacious hall came into view. There were several children in the hall, standing in a row with serious faces, looking at the man in front of them.

Qianye burst into a grin, thinking that they were so cute, they were obviously still little kids, but they pretended to be serious and looked very funny.

"Bibi Dong." Qianye pulled Rabbi Bidong's sleeve, pointed at the children, and asked, "Who are they?"

Bibi Dong looked at the children with a serious look, bent down slightly, and said, "I forgot to call me the Pope." He softened his tone and continued, "Those children were admitted to the Spirit Hall, they Awakened spirits are pretty good, so it can be considered an investment."

Qianye looked at these children, and suddenly realized that he might want to cooperate with them in the future, and the idea of ​​having a good relationship from a young age came into his heart.

Bibi Dong didn't know what Qianye was thinking, but she was still saying, "Qianye, they may become pillars in the future, or it can be said to be the future, you have to have a good relationship with them, and this will treat you, me, and Wu. It's all good for the Soul Palace."

Qianye nodded, his eyes swept away, and he stopped on the body of a black-haired girl, his eyes focused on her body, Qianye vaguely saw a fiery red disc spinning around her head.

"Bibi Dong," Qianye exclaimed excitedly, and then changed his voice under Bibi Dong's threatening gaze, "Uh, Pope," pointing his finger at the black-haired girl, "Luck, that girl's potential is very good. ."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong heard the words and looked at the girl, rubbed Qianye's head, and said softly, "Okay, I will pay attention."

After speaking, he dragged Qianye to the other side of the hall, opened one of the doors, and walked in.

"Huh? It's you!" Qianye exclaimed, looking at the man in white in surprise, "Yueyueyue, Yueguan?"

The man in white laughed and said, "What? Is there any problem?"

"No!" Qianye quickly hid behind Bibi Dong, stuck his head out, made a face at the man in white, and then hid back.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, I asked you to do business. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it." Bibi Dong's cold voice sounded.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's body trembled, glaring at Qianye who was gloating at the misfortune, and then said respectfully, "Understood, Your Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong pulled out Qianye who was hiding behind her, and said, "Alright, Qianye, you and Ju Douluo go to awaken your martial spirit."

Qianye exclaimed again, "Don't!" He secretly looked at Ju Douluo, saw his half-smiling expression, a trace of displeasure flashed in his heart, and he discussed with Bibi Dong, "Bi... Pope. You I'm only 4 years old, I'm not old enough to awaken my martial soul. Do you have the heart to let a child like me die young?"

"It's just to wake up the martial spirit, how come you died young." Bibi Dong tapped Qianye on the head and said with a stern face.

Qianye covered his head and said, "Who awakened the martial spirit to have Titled Douluo come? And it's Yueguan!"

"Does Xiao Qianye despise me?" Ju Douluo pretended to be sad and said with an aggrieved expression.

"Humph!" Qianye ignored him, pulled Bibi Dong's sleeve, and said coquettishly, "Bi... Pope, you're the best, you won't have the heart to see a smart child like me die tragically at the hands of others, right? Right?" His eyes were bright and hopeful.

"Hurry up." Bibi Dong pushed Qianye out and made him stand in the center of the room.

Qianye pouted, with a reluctant expression on his face, but he still stood up obediently and turned his eyes to Huan's direction. He received a hint of encouragement from his eyes. Qianye understood that he really had to awaken his martial spirit today, so he could only sigh. , looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

☆、Chapter 9

Ju Douluo saw that he was looking at him reluctantly, and wanted to say something, but with Bibi Dong's cold eyes, Ju Douluo really didn't dare to say anything, he was obviously a Title Douluo, why would he always Do you think the Pope is scary?

Chrysanthemum Douluo spread out his right palm, a layer of faint yellow airflow appeared in his palm, the yellow light gradually changed, turned purple, and in the center of the purple, there was a little golden light. The purple light filled the air, and a huge chrysanthemum grew out. The chrysanthemum was a magnificent purple. The strange thing was that the petals of the chrysanthemum looked fluffy and cute, and the whole chrysanthemum was integrated without any fragrance overflowing. The stamens were more than half a foot higher than the petals, and the tops of the stamens shone with a faint golden brilliance.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, nine spirit rings rose from under his feet, constantly hovering from under his feet to the top of his head, a powerful pressure rushed towards Qianye.

Qianye's eyes lit up, emitting a faint blue-violet light, and the bracelet on his wrist glowed with golden light, which was unaffected.

Chrysanthemum Douluo threw six black stones and used his soul power to drive them, causing them to place a six-pointed star on the ground, and Qianye stood among them.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's hands quickly shot out, and six faint rays of yellow light poured into the six stones on the ground. Immediately, a layer of golden brilliance was released from the six stones, forming a pale golden mask, covering Qianye. shrouded in.

Warmth, this is Qianye's first feeling, the whole person seems to be wrapped in a warm world, indescribably comfortable. The warm breath penetrated into the body, and under the pull of the warm energy, something in the body seemed to be broken, and all the warm breath rushed to his eyebrows in an instant. A purple-blue flower bloomed between the eyebrows, petite, exuding an icy aura.

"Qianye, what is your martial spirit?" Ju Douluo looked at the flowers blooming between Qianye's brows with some doubts and asked.

Qianye pointed at the flowers between his brows without any hesitation, and said, "Magic Seal." As he spoke, thoughts flashed in his mind, a ray of light flashed between his brows, and the flowers disappeared.

Bibi Dong nodded, and then said, "Let's test your soul power first."

Ju Douluo quickly took out a blue crystal ball and handed it to Qianye. Qianye held the crystal ball in his hand, and as soon as his palm touched the crystal ball, Qianye felt a strong suction force coming out of the crystal ball, and it seemed that some energy was pouring into the crystal ball in his body. The crystal ball lit up, and the dazzling blue light spread instantly from the beginning. In the blink of an eye, the crystal ball shone like a dazzling gem.

"Heaven is full of soul power." Ju Douluo and Bibi Dong looked calm, which was expected.

Bibi Dong waved Ju Douluo to clean up, pulled Qianye over, and said, "Qianye, what kind of spirit ring do you want, I will let Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo accompany you to hunt down spirit beasts."

Qianye waved his hand and said, "No need, have you forgotten? The mansion I met when I was three years old."

Bibi Dong blinked and said honestly, "Forget it."

Qianye made a move, and Huan suddenly appeared beside him, shouting respectfully, "Young Master."

Chrysanthemum Douluo said: "Yes, I remember that fire phoenix."

"That fire phoenix is ​​Huan, he is a divine envoy." Qianye smiled sweetly, and said to Bibi Dong, "So I don't have to hunt and kill spirit beasts, as the inheritor of the gods, I have a spirit ring bestowed by the gods. Oh!" Shaking Bibi Dong's hand, he continued, "In this lifetime, I will protect you forever!"

"Silly child..." Bibi Dong's eyes were a little wet, she rubbed Qianye's head and sighed, her eyes becoming more gentle.

On this day, Qianye made a promise for the next life and worked hard for it all his life.

☆、Chapter 10

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled lightly, his eyes always resting on Huan's body, Huan lowered his head slightly, his red clothes fluttered, and his black hair fell to his shoulders like silk.

Chrysanthemum Douluo said with a smile: "Fire Phoenix? What about the divine beast, it's actually an illusion, it must be a hundred thousand years old..."

"Yueguan! Don't hit Huan's idea!" Qianye shouted as he stood in front of Huan, akimbo, and puffed up his face angrily.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was still smiling and said, "How dare you, little ancestor, how dare I move the person you protect."

"Humph!" Qianye shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, but you don't dare. If you're thinking of some kind of bastard, hehe..." Qianye turned his head and said to Huan, "Huan, just hold your breath. ." Saying that, he waved his fist and glared at Ju Douluo as a warning.

Ju Douluo touched the tip of his nose and said tremblingly, "Well, Qianye, do you want to **** the spirit ring first?"

Qianye thought for a while, nodded, took out a transparent halo from his bracelet, sat down with his legs crossed, and began to absorb the spirit ring. Qianye only felt a scorching hot energy pouring into his body frantically. In an instant, his body was on fire, his body trembled, and there was a coolness between his eyebrows, like a clear spring, scattered throughout his body, and a solemn voice echoed in his mind. It sounded: "The Nine Tests of the Demon God are open. The first test is to cultivate to level 30 before the age of eight."

The color of the bracelet-sized halo in Qianye's hand kept flickering, first white, then yellow, with a few purple lines highlighted on the yellow, and the purple lines began to cover the entire spirit ring, and then the entire spirit ring turned purple, and the color continued to deepen. Finally disappeared in the palm of your hand.

Qianye opened his eyes, and the originally beautiful black eyes turned blue, the kind of blue like lake water, clear, clean, and beautiful. When you look at it, you will feel that your soul has been baptized again.

"Hee hee. I succeeded, it's a purple spirit ring." Qianye stood up and smiled happily. When his thoughts moved, a flower bloomed between his eyebrows, and a purple spirit ring slowly rose from under his feet, flashing. Wonderful glow.

Huan said lightly, "Congratulations, Young Master, for opening the Nine Tests of the Demon God."

"En." Qianye nodded, and with a wave of his hand, Huan concealed his figure and disappeared. After yawning and stretching, Qianye Bibi Dong smiled ingratiatingly and asked, "Can I go to bed?"

Bibi Dong rubbed his head and smiled, "Go ahead."

Qianye ran out of the room as if he had been released, left the hall, walked through the corridors, opened a door that was covered with black vines, walked in, and threw himself on the soft bed without caring about it. fell asleep.

"Young master..." Huan showed his figure and saw that his young master had fallen asleep, so he helplessly covered the quilt for him, a flame ignited on his body, and with a wave of his hand, a red light ran around the room for a few times and returned to the house. In his hand, his body flashed and turned into a stream of light that entered the bracelet on Qianye's wrist.

Peaceful in the room…

three days later

Sunlight pours into the room from the window