Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 8 The Iron Punch

At this moment, in the Wuhun branch hall in Notting City, an uninvited guest walked into this branch hall.

"Mian, Mianxia!"

In the branch hall, a white-haired old soul master saw the person who entered, his eyes sparkling in astonishment, and then he hurriedly saluted. The old soul master named Martino. He was eighty-one years old this year. He rarely left the Wuhun branch in Notting City. It made sense that he should not know someone who came, but the token in his hand. But prove his identity.

It was an incredible token with six different patterns printed on it. This was a token issued by the Spirit Hall itself to the elders representing the level of the Douluo Degree. In addition, the honorary elders certified by the Wuhun Hall also held the token. But in any case, paying respect is the right thing.

The one holding the token was a gentle boy around sixteen years old. He saw Martino bowing to himself and knew that he recognized his token, so he smiled slightly and said:

"Parents needn't be polite, I happened to pass by here, knowing that the martial arts revival ceremony in this area will start soon, come and just look."

Martino was stunned for a moment. In his opinion, the people holding these tokens should have something important to come here, but to observe the martial arts awakening ceremony ...

probably disguise.

The old soul master did not dare to think too much, he respectfully replied, first inviting the young man into the hall, and immediately began to prepare.

When half busy, he slapped his forehead sharply, looked at the teenager sitting on the chair and flipping through the book, smiled bitterly, and asked cautiously:

"I am very confused, I have not asked the honorable name under the crown. I don't know how to call an adult?"

"No problem, no problem."

The boy waved his hand and said with a smile: "My name is Xueqinghe."

Although his tone strongly disagreed, the old Martino soul master's eyes suddenly widened before him.

Xue Qinghe, isn't this the name of His Highness the current Prince? !

Three days passed very quickly, and the Tang family's life was completely unaffected by the upcoming Wuhun resurrection ceremony. Tang San was still cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demonic Eye on a daily basis, as well as the indispensable ironing task. Tang Chen was busy sorting out the template he had just obtained. Tang Hao rarely drank alcohol recently, other than guiding Tang San to fight against the iron on a daily basis, he would sit on the bench and look at the two brothers in a daze, she said, don't know what he's thinking.

“San Small, Xiao Chen, Grandpa is here to pick you up.” Old Jack came to the workshop on time. Perhaps due to his boredom with Tang Hao, he did not even walk at the moment, only calling Tang San and Tang Chen outside.

Tang San glanced at his father who had just had breakfast next to him. Tang Hao said indifferently "Go. Don't delay cooking during the day."

Tang Chen did not have such ink marks, he walked straight to Old Jack and waited for Tang San.

Under Old Jack's leadership, Tang San and Tang Chen followed him to the Wuhun Hall in the middle of the village. Of course, this so-called Wuhun Temple was simply a larger wooden house.

Since everyone has a martial arts spirit, every year there are children who awaken the martial arts spirit. Therefore, anywhere in the Douluo Continent, you can see the figure of the Spirit Hall. Of course, this is just a sub-temple. Different level.

There were a total of nine children in Martial Soul awakening in the Holy Soul Village this year, and the two brothers were the last two who were under the leadership of old Jack.

The children in the village did not appreciate them too much, other than not liking the poor and loving the rich, what was more important was that Tang Chen and Tang San were too lazy to deal with them. Both of them were old fried dough sticks for two generations, and their actual ages were over thirty years old. In the eyes of the two "middle-aged people", even if the children in the Douluo Continent were relatively precocious, they were still a bit too gentle, even if they were not, none of them are interested in spending time with their children.

Therefore, none of them had childhood playmates.

Tang Chen looked at the young man stupidly behind the crowd.

What about the "protagonist of flowing water, the iron-stricken Su Yuntao"? Who are you, this big brother? !

Old Jack was not the least bit strange, since two days ago, he received a notification that the soul master who came to perform the martial arts awakening ceremony this time was not the last time Su Yuntao had. Since this position changed frequently, even if the soul master who came this time was unexpectedly young, he was not too surprised.

In the world of soul masters, there were too many things beyond common sense.

At this moment, this young man was wearing white clothes with a black robe behind his back. There was a fist-sized soul character in the middle of his chest. This was the standard staff clothing directly under the Wuhun Hall.

On left chest, there was a badge with a long sword engraved on it, there were four long swords staggered on the badge. People like Jack who was familiar with spirit teachers knew that the number of four handles represented the fourth grade title of spirit teacher, while the long sword symbolized that the deacon of the spirit hall was the master of the war spirit. .

At this moment, even old Jack could not hold a deep breath, he really did not expect that this young man was already a Soul Venerable!

"Hello, Your Highness the Honorable Combat Soul, this time I will trouble you." Old Jack respectfully saluted the young man.

The boy also slightly bowed, and said kindly: "No problem, this is my job."

Old Jack said: "Okay. Children, this is the soul of the war master from Notting City. Next, He will lead you to unlock your soul. You must work with the master to awaken the soul. Grandpa's expecting. Some of you can be soul masters."

The young man at the side listened calmly to Old Jack's words, but a hint of complicated color flashed in his eyes. He knew that there were very few people who had soul master qualifications, but he did not expect that they would be very few. He had already held spirit awakening ceremonies in six villages in a row, but there was no one with spirit master qualifications.

Old Jack finished speaking and saluted the boy again before he retired.

The boy's gaze fell on the nine children in front of him, looking softer. This period of time, he would do this kind of work.

"Kids, come and stand in line."

Nine children stood silently in front of the teenager, Tang San and Tang Chen standing at the very left. Their bodies are stronger than children of the same age. This was all because of Tang Chen's "hello. Although he vomited after eating the rabbit, his body was much stronger than his comrades.

The boy smiled and said: "My name is Xue Qinghe, the thirty-sixth level soul master, and I am your leader. Now, I'll wake you up one by one. Remember, don't be afraid of anything that happens. "

The clear snow river? Xueqinghe? !

Tang Chen, who was standing indifferently below, was stunned, he almost subconsciously raised his head and looked at the young man on the stage with incredible eyes.

Old Jack did not know what his name symbolized, but as a passerby, did he still not know? This name not only represented the prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, but more importantly, this prince might have been compromised.

Xue Qinghe, who was standing at the front, raised her eyebrows, she clearly felt a surprised look.

Interestingly, in this remote little village, there were people who knew the meaning of the name Xueqinghe...

Thinking of this, his gaze turned to Tang Chen.