Chapter 1 Salted Fish! 1st Time to Check In! Meteor Tears!

Outside the Holy Spirit Village.

The sky was bright, and the white mist covered the various wooden houses that were not tall in the village.

A little boy in simple linen clothes ran out slowly from the foggy village gate.

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

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

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

The little boy had clear eyes and beautiful eyes, which was very suitable for people's eyes, but at this time, he had a lazy face, lying on the boulder, with Erlang's legs crossed, and a blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere in the village in his mouth, chewing deliciously. Flavorful.

"Brother Feng, get up so early every day, are you exercising with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy above the boulder.

"Little San'er? Step back. I'm lying soundly. Squint for a while. It's getting hotter and hotter. When you're done exercising, wake me up again."

The little boy on the boulder didn't open his eyes, as if he already knew who was coming, he said lazily.

"...Brother Feng, can you stop calling me Xiaosan'er... by this name?"

Tang San smiled bitterly.

Brother Feng, his full name is Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, the famous little slacker of Holy Soul Village.

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

Or get up early to plow the land and follow your parents to do some farm work.

As far as Brother Feng is concerned, he often looks hopeless from morning, lying down and doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng is very pitiful. When he was just born, he heard from the village chief grandpa that his mother died of dystocia.

Later, my father was too sad and became ill from overwork. In less than a year, he also passed away.

So, Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief grandpa.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually became the governor. Apart from going to pay homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the grief of his parents' premature death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is indeed first-class smart.

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

In the past few years, Brother Feng did not know how to make the food and vegetable production of the Holy Soul Village greatly increase, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually rich.

Brother Feng also erected the pillar at the entrance of the village, which, in the mouth of the village chief grandfather, might be the handprint of the legendary Soul Saint.

It is said to the outside world that this is the handprint left by the soul saint, and a lot of stories have been compiled, saying that it is amazing, saying that as long as you come to look at it and touch it, you will have the possibility of becoming a soul saint in the future!

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

Directly turn this remote and barren Holy Soul Village into a small town within two years.

Even my father said that this maple boy has a different brain than others...smart and sensible.

The whole village liked him.

But too lazy.

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

"..." Tang San was speechless, "Let's call him Little San, Brother Feng, I'm going to exercise first."

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

Although he was small, his hands and feet were very swift, and the hill that was more than 100 meters high seemed to be walking on the ground in front of him.

In just a few minutes, we reached the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work... Ninety points depend on golden fingers... Being the protagonist of Douluo Continent is just different..."

Wang Feng had a lemon-like expression, looking at Tang San's clean skills.

What kind of skill should a six-year-old boy have?

like himself,

Don't say climb up, run for a while and then you can't get kicked.

"It's all traversers... Little San, you are reborn from the strong..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different, I'm reborn from the weak... I'm a small house in the 21st century, with my duties, how can I travel into the world of Douluo Continent? One is on a supporting role in a dragon suit."

"Don't give me a Goldfinger either. How does that make me play?"

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a transmigrator, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he is much worse.

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

Of course, Wang Feng was extremely eager, but he didn't!

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

"In a short while, the official plot of Douluo Continent will begin, and Su Yuntao, the tool man, should be here soon... If I awaken some kind of sickle spirit or hoe spirit, I'll just slam my head into the tofu and die. "

Wang Feng chewed on the blue silver grass and looked at Tang San who was on the hill, breathing in and out, cultivating Xuan Tian Gong and Purple Demon Eyes.

In the eyes, it is incomparable envy

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

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

I watched it for more than a year, and I didn't see anything.

On the contrary, watching Tang San slowly become stronger, there are baskets of lemons, just baskets of lemons.

"Those Douluo fan fictions that you read in your previous life, if you just worship Tang San and form a brother, they will teach you all the secrets of the Tang Sect... What a foolish piece of shit!"

Thinking of this, Wang Feng immediately scolded those hateful Shabi authors.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, but his soul is a genius who has played a lot of high-level Tang Sect, can create Tang Sect's highest hidden weapon Buddha Fury Tang Lian, and learn Tang Sect's highest internal skills.

Still an adult soul!

Even his father, Tang Hao, didn't say anything about this Xuantian Treasure Record.

When he was six years old, it was kept as the biggest secret.

How can I tell you about an outsider?

They had just crossed over to Douluo Continent not long ago. Even if you were a real brother, Tang San might not have passed it on to you.

"I really want to go back...Hey, I don't have a mobile phone, no computer, I can't play Douyin, I can't play games, S9 does not know whether G2 won or FPX won."

"I can't even find the resources for a special slap... Forget it, I can't even slap it."

Wang Feng sighed.

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

If there is a golden finger, Wang Feng feels that he must be proud and ambitious. In this Douluo Continent, he will fight all over the world, marry a few beautiful girls, create a splendid name, and leave a legendary story...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, with the rising sun on the horizon, the purple haze scattered on the ground, as if it was covered with a bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth.

"Little San, that kid, you should have finished your training soon, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down the hill in high spirits.

"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 morning sun, and said helplessly.

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

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

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

Tang San said seriously, "However, even though it is an ordinary grass, it has the most vigorous vitality and is the most tenacious. In this respect, Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it."

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

As expected of the protagonist, he is different from the other little brats, and he can still say these profound words.

"That's right, so I decided, little San, your martial spirit will be Blue Silver Grass in the future!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

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

Tang San smiled bitterly, "Curse me!"

This is the most common grass after all, Tang San still hopes that his martial spirit will be a little better...

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

Tang San smiled and left, not forgetting to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner."

Wang Feng silently watched Tang San go away, sighed faintly, and felt sour for a while.

It was also at this time.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Continent has officially started...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 tonight... Please pay attention to check it."

"The next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Wuhun Hall! If you can check in with innate full soul power, you will trigger additional mysterious martial arts! Hope the host will work hard to improve!"

boom!

As the voice sounded in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the boulder like a cat with fried fur!

flushed with excitement...

PS: Newcomers and new books, please support~