"Su Yuntao?"

Ling Bai's mouth twitched slightly.

Who is Su Yuntao? That's a blind Douluo!

As long as he is determined to be a soul master who has been abandoned by his mouth, he will definitely be a good material for becoming a god in the future, and he can be called the number one "traitor" in the Martial Soul Palace!

But then again.

It has been eight years since Tang San awakened his martial soul. This guy is actually just a deacon in charge of awakening his martial soul. It's really good to be...

"No, for the prosperity of the Martial Soul Palace, he can no longer awaken his martial souls everywhere."

Ling Bai made up his mind secretly. He actually didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but the great achievements of Blind Douluo were really a bit terrible. Just in case you find an opportunity to transfer him away!

Seeing Ling Bai stunned for a long time, Mu Yao leaned over and poked his waist secretly, and whispered: "What's wrong with Xiaobai, is there anything wrong with this?"

"No, I thought about something just now." Ling Bai waved his hand, there was no need to tell Mu Yao about metaphysical things.

As the saying goes, money can make the ghost push the mill. After collecting Ling Bai's golden soul coins, the middle-aged man's steps were particularly light and he didn't even feel heavy in the hoe he carried on his shoulders. He would occasionally say a few words to Ling Bai.

He pointed to the dilapidated earth-breasted room around him and said mysteriously:

"Young Master is a little curious. Our Holy Soul Village is just a small village with hundreds of households. Why does it give such a high-profile name?"

Although he already knew the whole story, Ling Bai still followed him and said, "I hope to hear it carefully."

"Old Jack told us since he was a child that the reason why the village is called the Holy Soul is because the legend has been revealed here a soul master of the Soul Saint level a hundred years ago, and it is also the eternal pride of the Holy Soul Village!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man showed a look of sharing honor and disgrace, as if it was a very proud thing to show the foundation of the Holy Soul Village in front of Ling Bai.

The three titled Douluo laughed silently, and short-sighted people like to show off. He never knows what noble character the person he is showing off is.

Ling Bai did not show any strange expression, but said in confusion: "Uncle is over forty years old, but he is actually listening to the story told by Village Chief Jack?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Young Master said it's too little. I'm fifty-two this year, and let alone me, even my 80-year-old father grew up listening to the story of Old Jack!"

Ling Bai made a rough calculation and suddenly felt aroused in his heart: "Then... Isn't the village chief over 100 years old? He still has the energy to accompany Su Yuntao to awaken his martial soul from morning to night?"

The middle-aged man scratched his head with a simple face: "I remembered it when the young master mentioned it this way. My father said that when he was a child, the village chief looked like he was about seventy years old. After so many years, he seemed to have not changed at all. He still looked like he was seventy years old, and his energy seemed to decline."

"So, Village Chief Jack is at least 150 years old. Is he a soul master?"

"No, we asked when we were a child, and he said he was a useless martial soul." The middle-aged man said straightforwardly.

Ling Bai's face changed slightly. Due to the existence of soul power and martial soul, the average lifespan of humans in Douluo Continent far exceeded that of the earth in previous lives, but the extreme lifespan of ordinary people will not be too outrageous.

If Old Jack was just a waste of martial spirit who could not be cultivated, how could he live for 150 years and still be like the same as before without a trace of change?

This old Jack...

Not simple...

Ling Bai, who was originally just holding the mind of checking in the Holy Soul Village, became silently alert.

"Your innate soul power is actually at level seven. What a pity, it is a waste of martial soul."

A voice filled with regret came into the ears of several people from afar.

"At this time, the place where the martial soul awakens is here."

The middle-aged man brought Ling Bai and others to an ordinary wooden house, which was already the best building in the Holy Soul Village.

There were more than ten people in the cabin, and the most conspicuous one was a handsome man in his thirties. Compared with the simple clothes of the people around him, the white dress and the word "soul" as the size of a fist on his chest was really too eye-catching.

Su Yuntao.

Ling Bai instantly recognized the biggest traitor in the Spirit Hall. At this moment, Su Yuntao was helping a little girl detect innate soul power.

The little girl's palm was placed on a dark blue crystal ball, which released a light blue light, which also represents the little girl's innate soul power.

Almost all the children who came to awaken the martial souls in the wooden houses. The children all shrugged their faces, probably all awakened the useless martial souls or innate soul power level zero, and they were destined to be just ordinary people in this life.

Of course, we cannot forget the mysterious old village chief Jack. He saw the middle-aged man leading a group of outsiders into the important place where martial soul awakening was awakened. He glared at him angrily and said angrily:

"Zhang San, what's wrong with you!

The awakening of martial soul is related to a child’s future destiny!

If you bring outsiders in, can you afford to take any mistakes?”

The middle-aged man Zhang San lowered his head and apologized repeatedly, but he was disdainful in his heart. The Holy Soul Village has not had a soul master for many years. In the past ten years, there is only a waste of martial soul with innate full soul power. What is it to bring people in!

On the other side, Su Yuntao looked at the majestic Ling Bai and the other four. His martial soul lone wolf was more sensitive to the aura. Since he saw the four, he felt a creepy feeling. If it weren't for the reputation of the martial soul hall, he would have wanted to run away.

Even if he insisted on standing here, he would not dare to say a word, for fear of provoking these four great gods.

Fortunately, the four of them didn't mean to pay attention to a deacon in the Spirit Hall. Ling Bai squatted down and touched the little girl's hair, with a gentle smile:

"Little sister, what's your name? What's the martial soul?"

"My name is Shulu..."

The little girl replied cowardly that she had lived in the Holy Soul Village since she was a child. Her family was poor and even her clothes were patched. Ling Bai was wearing expensive clothes she had never seen before. She looked gentle and elegant, and her inferiority made her dare not look directly at Ling Bai.

"My martial soul is Bauhinia..."

Shu Lu lowered her head, and a weak purple flower rose in the palm of her right hand.

Bauhinia, one of the most common flowers in Douluo Continent, is a typical waste of martial spirit, just like the blue silver grass.

But there are exceptions in everything. There are no one in the ten thousand who can awaken the innate soul power of the innate soul power, and the seventh level of the innate soul power can only appear in the millions of innate martial souls. I didn’t expect to meet in the Holy Soul Village, and...

Brother Tao is indeed the same brother Tao!

He also said his classic quotes!

Blind Douluo, yyds!

"Shulu, you have a good talent. Do you want to join the Spirit Hall?"

Ling Bai smiled and said, "When you have been buffed by the blind Douluo, Shulu will definitely have a promising future."

Even if it is not as successful as you imagined, it doesn’t matter. A soul master with level 7 innate soul power is already excellent enough, so he should help him win over talents.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!