Chapter 5 Powerful Twin Martial Spirits
Until a vicissitudes of sound passed through the palace gate and reached the empty square.
“Come in.”
Everyone’s expressions suddenly changed. Titled Douluo including Yuanshi Douluo bent down one after another, raised their hands and bowed:
"See the Supreme Elder!"
No one saw the figure, but they all bowed and saluted.
"Let's all enter the palace."
"Yes..." Everyone in the Jiang family responded.
When they arrived at the palace, the children and grandchildren of the Jiang family bowed downward again.
The old man did not let the Douluo stand up, but looked calmly from the left pillar to the right pillar.
After three years of seclusion, he found that except for a few of his descendants, none of them had made any progress in cultivation, and he gradually became disappointed.
"You have to work harder."
"The glory of the family belongs to me, but it also belongs to you. I am old, and in the end, it still belongs to you."
All the Douluo responded quickly, "Don't worry, Supreme Elder, we will know."
Jiang Yundong sighed and shook his head, his eyes finally resting on the eldest grandson on the left.
The old man with gray hair and childlike face finally showed a smile.
"Shuo'er, come, come to grandpa."
"Let me see... huh? Your progress is much greater than that of my uncles."
< br>The young man obediently stepped forward and stood next to the old man's golden dragon chair.
“Yes, yes, I have reached the third level of Zhenyuan Jue cultivation, which is better than your father. He has only completed the first level of perfection at his age.”
The old man smiled happily, stroking his beard with one hand, putting his hand on his grandson's shoulder, and murmured praise.
All the Douluo in the audience looked envious, and they also brought the juniors here.
No one has such treatment.
Not to mention approaching the dragon throne, he is not even qualified to be touched by the Supreme Elder.
Boys and girls of the same age as Jiang Shuo also looked extremely envious, but they only dared to raise their immature faces to look at the grandfather and grandson Yiqing in the seat, and were not allowed to step forward.
"I heard that among the juniors this year, only Shuo'er is gifted with full soul power?" The old man looked away, and his eyes returned to looking down sternly.
All the Jiang family children, who were tens or hundreds of years old, lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at the old man.
In the end, Yuanshi Douluo, as the sect leader, straightened his back and stood up and said: "Father, this year there is one innate full soul power, one innate ninth-level soul power, and one innate eighth-level soul in the sect. Strength five..."
The more the old man listened, the more disappointed he became.
"Okay, no need to report anymore."
"Everyone, please go down. Leave Shuo'er to stay with me."
Of course, everyone did not dare to disobey, and they all left the Tai Chi Hall with their hands and fists in hand.
The beautiful woman Chen Yuan looked at her son beside the dragon chair with reluctance.
Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder. When she looked up, she saw it was her husband.
"Don't worry, everything is going well." Jiang Yuanshi comforted his wife with a smile from an angle invisible to others.
"Well..." Chen Yuan nodded and didn't look again.
Turn around and walked out.
The envy on the faces of the Taixu Sect Douluo almost overflowed.
Being the eldest son and eldest grandson is still easy to use.
The elders are like this, and the juniors even more so. They don’t understand intrigues.
But he knew very well that his grandfather seemed to favor his eldest grandson brother more.
......
The wooden hall behind the closed door should have been darker due to lighting problems.
But Tai Chi Hall is completely opposite. Not only is it not dark, it is very bright.
Taixu Sect is a typical soul master sect, but it does not reject soul guides like the nobles of the three major empires.
Although the descendants of the great Taixu God still look down on soul mentors, their stuff is so useful!
So I turned a blind eye to the purchasing affiliated sects.
Even the Tai Chi Hall is equipped with soul guidance lamps.
Jiang Yundong put his hands on his eldest grandson's shoulders and smiled very kindly, "Let grandpa see your other dragon-shaped martial spirit."
Jiang Shuo nodded and said to the three hundred people who have traveled around the world. My grandfather who has been with me for many years also has some expectations, hoping that he can get to know his other martial spirit.
The young man stretched out his immature left hand, the fingers slightly bent, and then, before the shape was revealed, the voice came first.
“Ang!”
A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly resounded throughout the Tai Chi Hall.
The moment he saw the martial spirit in Changsun’s left hand, Jiang Yundong’s slightly cloudy eyes suddenly cleared up.
The palms holding the young man's shoulders involuntarily increased their strength.
"Grandpa, my shoulder is going to be broken..."
The young man's little face was twisted in pain, and he could only remind him in a low voice.
"Um... did it hurt Xiao Shuo? Okay, it's grandpa's fault."
The old man quickly let go of his hands, narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly.
He already knew it.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and didn't care about it anymore. He hurriedly asked:
"Grandpa, do you know my second martial spirit?"
After saying that, the young man's eyes were filled with anticipation. Looking at the well-informed Taixu Douluo.
The old man did not answer immediately, but lowered his hair and pondered for a moment.
“I know a little bit, but not completely.” “According to the records in the mainland’s classics, there is a level of thunder attribute in the elemental martial soul, which is called the ultimate level.”
“This level is extremely rare and will not occur once in a hundred or a thousand years. Even your grandfather and my Taixu Xuanlong martial spirit have not reached the ultimate thunder in their entire life.”
"I didn't expect that you, the little guy, would be at the top as soon as you were born. Things in this world are so unpredictable..."
Jiang Yundong sighed softly, after more than three hundred years of asking for nothing, the result appeared in On his own grandson.
Should I say sad, or lucky.
But in a moment, the bitterness turned into relief.
Jiang Shuo’s heart couldn’t help but pound, what a guy!
The ultimate thunder? !
Isn’t that the most destructive element?
"Grandson, tell your grandfather, what is the name of your martial spirit?"
The young man's thoughts were wandering, and the old man's steady and powerful voice came to his ears again.
After busying himself, Jiang Shuo said: "I call him Jiuxuan Golden Dragon, and the thunder attached to it, I call it Jiuxuan Golden Thunder."
"Nine Xuan Golden Thunder... Not bad , Yes, quite domineering."
"Hahaha, he is indeed my grandson!"
Jiang Yundong stood up suddenly, stroking his beard and laughing, his voice shaking the whole hall.
After a while, the old man focused his attention on the young man again, his expression returning to seriousness.
"Grandson, remember, don't use this Golden Dragon Spirit for the time being, and don't let anyone know that you have this spirit."
"Do you know?"
< br>Jiang Shuo nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Grandpa."
Taixu Douluo was a little sad, but also a little relieved, and a strange thought arose in his heart.
A god appeared in Taixu for thousands of years, and now counting the days...it's time to arrive. Could it be that it's not me, nor Yuanshi, but...
...
My grandson is in the main hall. After whispering for a while, Jiang Shuo took the opportunity to reveal his other martial spirit and let his grandfather, who was just learning Hao Dou, analyze it.
Taixu Douluo was shocked again.
The expression is wonderful.
He originally thought that the ultimate thunder, which could be called the dragon king level, would already be quite favored by the Jiang family.
Unexpectedly, there is another one?
"Yin Shuo Spear...Yin Shuo Spear..."
"Why does this dragon pattern look a bit like...could it be...Silver Dragon King?"
The more Taixu Douluo thought about it, the more frightened he became.
How did Changsun's body withstand such powerful two martial spirits?
The Jiang family is a family that has produced gods, and more than one of them.
At certain moments, you can connect with the world above.
The Jiang family member who finally became a god, probably because of his personality, was very fond of passing down 'oracles'.
That is, he likes to chat with his juniors.
...
After a long silence.
The old man looked at his eldest grandson again.
"Grandson, do you know the purpose of this gun?"
Jiang Shuo nodded blankly, then shook his head.
"Maybe... I have a little sense."
"The Silver Spear is not as heavy and domineering as the Jiuxuan Golden Dragon Spirit, but I feel that it will suck my soul power, and my grandson feels that it can suck more. Soul power, as well as the elemental attributes in the martial soul."
...
Jiang Yundong's expression was complicated again.
It seems that’s it.
God really favors the Jiang family.
“Okay, put it away.”
Jiang Shuo obeyed.
Jiang Yundong looked at his short eldest grandson, his eyes becoming more kind and kind.
Perhaps the love for him in the past was due to the blood inheritance of the eldest son and grandson.
But from now on, this is what he, the superior, expects from his successor.
"Go back and have a rest. Tomorrow grandpa will personally take you to hunt soul beasts and get the first soul ring."
Hearing this, the young man felt happy, and he was finally going to take the first step in this life. Is it a step forward?
"Okay! Thank you, grandfather!"
Jiang Yundong waved his hand, "Go and have a good rest. You don't need to worry about the rest. I will tell your father."
The young man quickly nodded in agreement, bowed deeply, and slipped out of the hall.
......
Looking at the departing figure of his eldest grandson, the old man felt mixed feelings in his heart.
There is the joy that the family's glory can be continued and there are successors, and there is also the joy that the descendants have great potential and are the eldest grandson.
Finally, there is still a trace of regret.
A god for a thousand years...
Sitting on the dragon chair for a long time, the old man chuckled and shook his head.
A big dream, you must wake up eventually.
After more than three hundred years of struggle, we can finally find relief.
(End of this chapter)