Check in to the Douluo Continent 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 small wooden houses in the village.

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

He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, even breathing, and runs towards the hill in front of him without rushing or slowing down.

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 beautiful eyebrows and was very eye-catching, but at this moment he had a lazy face, lying on the boulder with Erlang's legs crossed, with a blue silver grass in his mouth that could be seen everywhere in and outside the village. Chewy and tasty.

"Brother Feng, get up so early every day, do you want to exercise with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy on the boulder.

"Little Saner? Step back, I'm lying down, I'll 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 Xiaosaner... 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 the Holy Spirit Village.

Most of the other five- or six-year-old boys at this age 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.

Just like Brother Feng, he often has a hopeless look on his face since 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 also 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 go by, Brother Feng gradually becomes the governor. Apart from going to pay homage to his parents every year, he will not be immersed in the grief of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is really 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 production of food and vegetables in the Holy Soul Village greatly increase, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually richer.

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 left by 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.

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.

The remote and barren Holy Soul Village was built directly 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 likes him.

But it's 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 is small, his hands and feet are very swift, and the hilltop more than 100 meters high, in front of him, seems to be walking on the ground.

In just a few minutes, I climbed to 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... As the protagonist of Douluo Continent, it's 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, let alone climb up, run for a while and then kick.

"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? It’s still time to travel through a supporting role.”

"Never give me a gold finger. How does that make me play?"

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a traveler, 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 is very eager, but there is no!

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 villagers can live a little more comfortable.

"In a short while, the official plot of Douluo Continent will begin, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be coming soon... If I wake up any kind of sickle spirit or **** spirit, I'll just slam my head into the tofu and hit it directly. To die."

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

In the eyes, that 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.

After watching it for more than a year, I didn't see anything.

On the other hand, watching Tang San gradually become stronger, there are baskets of lemons, just baskets of lemons.

"Those Douluo fan fictions that I read in my previous life, if you just worship Tang San and form a brother, they will teach you all the unique skills of the Tang Sect... What a bunch of idiots!"

Wang Feng thought of this, and suddenly scolded those hateful Shabi authors.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, but his soul is a genius who has played tricks on many high-level Tangmen, can create Tangmen's highest hidden weapon, Buddha Fury Tanglian, and learn Tangmen's highest internal skills.

Still the soul of an adult!

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 would I tell you about an outsider?

People just crossed over to Douluo Continent not long ago. Even if you are a real brother, Tang San might pass it on to you.

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

"I can't even find resources for Te Mo... Forget it, I can't move."

Wang Feng sighed.

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

If he has the 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 clouds of thousands of feet fell on the ground, as if they were covered with a bright coat.

Wang Feng also felt a touch of warmth.

"That kid, Little San, should have finished his 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 the Blue Silver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed it a few times~IndoMTL.com~ After all, this is...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!"

After all, this is the most common plant grass, 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, still 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 at this time.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Continent has officially started...Congratulations to the host for checking in for the first time and getting 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 check it carefully."

"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!

Blushing with excitement...

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