Chapter 2 The martial soul awakens and the soul power is increased
The plug-in has indeed changed, and the gray progress bar is full.
Then there was nothing but a small dot next to it.
There are no visions, no inexplicable miraculous brilliance, and no sublimation of the soul.
What just happened was just his fantasy.
Fang Ling tried to intervene and selected it with his mind.
Hey, just like Cthulhu, he can't be selected!
"Well..."
Reluctantly, he used a firmer command again, but it still had no effect.
After pondering for a moment, he secretly muttered in his heart: "Does the martial spirit have to be awakened to truly reveal itself?"
With a trace of expectation, I rubbed my face vigorously with water.
Try to make your face whiter and more European.
Then he knelt down on the ground and kept praying to the gods and Buddhas of all places, even to the Douluo God of Creation, the Sea God, the Shura God, etc.
I hope I can awaken a good martial soul and have strong soul power.
Generally speaking, if you have a plug-in, you can gain air every second, and you don't have to be so humble.
But who makes his plug-in unknown?
Bye bye without missing a piece of meat.
This is not the first time that Fang Ling has begged for help in his one-year beggar career.
Dignity cannot be eaten and cannot provide sufficient nutrition, so he has long been thrown into the mud.
After a long time, he stood up holding on to the wall.
He straightened his torn but clean clothes, dusted himself off, and walked towards the Spirit Hall.
Awakening a martial soul is a very solemn matter. Fang Ling is a beggar now, but he also knows not to be negligent.
Whether clothes are clean or not is a matter of attitude.
Otherwise, if the stench on his body offends the soul master, he will suffer a serious consequences.
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is.
Travelers are not superior to others, and they will die even if they are stabbed.
What's more, he is a beggar and must be careful in his words and actions.
……
Notting City Martial Arts Branch Hall.
One of the most eye-catching landmark buildings in the city is a majestic dome building.
Located in the center of the city, the surrounding area is extremely prosperous.
Because the academy registration is about to begin, it is the time to awaken the martial arts spirit for school-age children in the city.
So there are more people here than usual.
Since there was plenty of time and the crowds were dispersed, it was not crowded, especially for Fang Ling.
Dressed in a beggar's outfit, who wouldn't frown and run away?
"Uncle, I would like to ask, where should I awaken my martial soul?" Fang Ling looked up at the guard at the door.
"The little cripple is also here to awaken his martial spirit?"
The two doormen were impressed by the little beggar and subconsciously covered their noses, but there was no smell.
They looked at each other in surprise, and one of them casually pointed out: "Just follow the flow of people in, Master Su Yuntao is in the awakening room."
Even beggars can come to the Wuhun Hall to awaken their Wuhun as long as they are old enough.
"Thank you." Fang Ling thanked him quickly and walked in the direction of the crowd.
Following the crowd, he queued up the side stairs to the second floor, passed through the second floor corridor, and at the end of the passage, he entered the tall arch in the middle.
From time to time there were cries and sighs coming from inside the door.
Fang Ling glanced at the scene inside curiously.
The black stone hexagram array for awakening martial souls is inlaid on the ground, and is controlled by a handsome young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes.
Combined with the doorman, it should be the legendary "Blind Douluo" Su Yuntao.
There is a blue crystal ball placed in the base on the table next to it. It is a tall, plump and good-looking female soul master who is taking notes with a pen and paper.
Fang Ling didn't recognize him. "Weapon martial soul, Blue Silver Grass? Tsk, there are so many useless martial souls. I have never seen one with strong soul power. Go back and test the soul power. The next one."
Su Yuntao declared expressionlessly.
Fang Ling heard this sentence sensitively, which meant that the gears of fate had not yet begun to turn.
Su Yuntao and the female soul master work together very well.
Soon, it was the turn of the boy walking in front of Fang Ling, whose pale face looked like he was born with kidney deficiency.
Green light soul power was injected into the black stone, pale golden light shrouded it, and golden light spots floated into his body.
"Raise your right hand."
After a moment, Su Yuntao said: "Beast martial souls, bats, may be able to fly, much better than Blue Silver Grass, next one."
The pale-faced boy with kidney deficiency walked out of the black stone six-pointed star array. Fang Ling quickly entered it and stood in the center.
In Su Yuntao's slightly stunned eyes, he bowed:
"Master Su, we're in trouble."
After waiting for so long, it was finally his time.
All gods and Buddhas, especially the sea god-Tang Buddha, bless you!
Perhaps the refreshing face and tattered but clean clothes had an effect, and Fang Ling was more polite. Su Yuntao also gave him a faint smile when facing the beggar:
"Well, stand up."
Green light penetrates the stone, golden light covers the body, light spots enter the body, and the familiar process passes.
Su Yuntao nodded slightly: "The weapon soul is a sickle. Although it has a short range, it also has a certain attack power. If you have soul power, you can become a battle soul master."
"Yes, thank you master for your guidance."
Fang Ling's voice trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists as he looked at the illusory gray light and shadow that quietly changed in his eyes.
Praying is useless, he has no bloody background and his martial arts is terrible.
Fortunately, the plug-in has changed and a panel has been expanded.
It’s a simple matter of adding a dot panel!
"Let's test the soul power." Su Yuntao waved his hand, "Next."
Fang Ling walked to the table, and the beautiful woman pointed at the crystal ball: "Here, put your right hand on it."
Although there was contempt in her eyes, her expression did not change.
I hurriedly glanced at the data on the panel. No miracles appeared, and my soul power was zero.
Without having time to think about it, Fang Ling directly used his mind to add the only point to his soul power.
Soul power: 0→1 (0%) (+)
A breeze blew in the room, and the blue crystal ball glowed faintly as she was about to make her announcement.
The female soul master immediately changed her words: "Zero... first-level soul power."
"Name, no, you are a beggar, right? Did you have an identity in the past?"
"I named myself Fang Ling. I didn't have a name in the past." Fang Ling shook his head.
The past life was beautiful, but it is already in the past.
In this life, he is a beggar struggling to survive. Where did he come from?
"Okay, then go to the room outside and open the door and wait. I will give you a new identity later when you have free time."
Regardless of the past, beggars can be newly registered as long as they have the potential to become a soul master.
"Thank you, beautiful sister." Fang Ling stood up and bowed to thank her.
"Haha, my name is Sisi, let's go."
When she heard this, she smiled, and then continued her work.
Under the envious eyes of some children, Fang Ling walked to the side of the hut and sat down.
Immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief and had time to look at the plug-in carefully.
Host: Fang Ling
Martial Spirit: Sickle (Lv1) (+)
(A common agricultural tool used in rural areas to harvest crops and mow grass. It is 55 cm long, has a crescent-shaped blade, 18 cm long back, 16 cm long blade, has no beveled fine serrations, and has a wooden handle, 30 cm long.)
Soul power: 1 (+)
Soul Ring: None
Soul Bone: None
Expertise: Sharpness Level 1 (Inherent expertise of martial souls, inherent attributes of metal bladed iron tools, it is just an ordinary sickle, which can be used to cut grass, but it is not an axe. Do you still want to use it to chop down trees?)
Tenacity Level 1 (Inherent expertise of the martial spirit, metal iron has inherent properties, it is hand-made by a blacksmith, not a hundred forgings, not a thousand forgings, it is just ordinary iron. Don’t have too many expectations for the hardness and toughness of a farm sickle.)
Points: 0 points
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