Chapter 9

"Who are you?"

Peng fan instantly stood up and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked warily at Wang Jian with a cool color on his small face.

Yo yo, this little guy has a good temper.

Wang Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at the little guy with a smile. More accurately, it was a system panel displayed beside him.

Trainee: Peng fan

Age: 6 years old

Qualification evaluation: n (congenital soul level 2 and below)

Soul power: Level 1

Martial spirit: iron stick, martial spirit evaluation: n

Special skills - the heart of self-improvement.

Ordinary martial spirit, ordinary talent, arrogant heart, create unyielding soul, this skill owner has the possibility to break the shackles.

There was a flash of surprise in Wang Jian's eyes. It was the first time he saw a student with special skills. Maybe Dai mubai also had them. Unfortunately, he didn't get the eye of exploration at that time.

"Young man, do you want to be strong?"

Wang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. After putting away the surprise in his eyes, he asked again with a smile.

"If you have something to say, let it go!"

Peng Fan said in a cold voice that the origin of this man is not clear. If he has a bad heart, I'm afraid he can't escape with his strength.

Thinking of this, he quietly began to observe the surrounding terrain. Once there was something wrong with Wang Jian, he would immediately run away.

On the other side, Wang Jian choked and almost walked away. How could this boy be so angry!

"You can say whether you want to or not!"

Wang Jian's face became flat, and he lost his enthusiasm just now.

"Yes, of course!"

Although I don't know what Wang Jian wants to do, but when it comes to this topic, Peng fan's eyes are firm and doesn't hesitate to reply.

"Follow me, I can make you stronger!"

"Are you a soul master?" Peng fan's eyes flashed a touch of fine light, raised his head and asked.

"That's right."

"Can it be proved?"

Wang Jianwei was a little surprised, but he was a little impressed with the little guy. He was not only calm when he was in trouble, but also had a clear mind. It was his temper that made people a little headache.

Wang Jianwei shook his head irretrievably, then he turned his right hand, the ruler suddenly appeared in his right hand, the first soul skill naturally unfolded, Wang Jian's figure fell in Peng fan's eyes, suddenly became tall and straight, and the magnificent momentum made people admire him.

But the next moment, Peng fan's eyes became a little strange, and looked at the four circles of soul ring at the foot of Wang Jian.

At the foot of Wang Jian, four rings of white soul rings rose up neatly.

"Ten years of soul?"

As an aristocrat, Peng fan knows the basic knowledge of the soul guru world even though he has never been to the soul guru college. The ten-year soul ring is the lowest level of the soul ring. Among the best matching of the soul ring, the ten-year soul ring can't even be the first one.

"It's bad, isn't it?"

Wang Jian looks at Peng fan with a smile, this scene is also in his expectation, his second soul ring suddenly lights up, let Peng fan subconsciously step back.

With a wave of the arm, the pure white soul emerges and falls in the alley. With a roar, the smoke fills the air.

Peng fan was startled by the loud noise, but his eyes were still fixed on the front. Under the bombardment of white pitching, the whole alley shook.

When the smoke dissipated, Peng fan's eyes became brighter.

How strong!

He exclaimed in his heart that the whole Lane seemed to have been renovated. The two meter wide lane was full of rocks. The original neat stone road was broken to the ground, and even the brick walls on both sides were crumbling, which was better than his father's fourth soul skill.

Is this really the power that ten years' soul ring can exert?

Peng fan, who didn't have a deep understanding of the soul world, got confused.

The sound of footsteps has come from outside the alley, and I think such a big movement has also attracted other people's attention.

Wang Jian knew that he had to seize the time. He said to Peng fan seriously, "if you want to be strong, you can come to me in Yoon village in six days!"

"Of course, you have to bring enough gold coins."

To tell you the truth, Wang Jian's heart is a little sad at the moment. Which passer-by is as miserable as him, and can only be reduced to the point of fooling children.

Wang Jian walked over the wall. Soon after he left, two people first broke into the lane. When they saw the chaotic lane and Peng fan standing in front of them, they were scared.

"Young master, are you all right?"

The two men were sent by Peng fan's father to look for his bodyguard. They asked nervously.

Peng fan shook his head in silence, thinking about the message Wang Jian left. Six days later, Yoon village.

Should I go?

Peng fan's heart was tangled. Although he knew that it might be dangerous, he might never become a soul master with his own talent, and the man just now

Peng fan's eyes suddenly rose a fiery color, that person is a little unusual, is not the story of the strange people, but the strength of the soul is not too low a bit?!

After exploring the alley, the two guards came to Peng fan with a dignified face. One of them asked, "young master, what happened here just now?"

"I don't know. I was just around here just now. I just came a little earlier than you."

The two guards looked at each other, and there was a look of doubt in their eyes, but they couldn't see anything just by looking at Peng fan's face. In the end, they had to escort Peng fan back, and then report what happened here to Peng fan's father.

After leaving the alley, Wang Jian came to the street, and after finishing his clothes, he integrated into the crowd, but his face showed a thoughtful look.

I don't know if that little guy will come. As a noble young master, he should be a little richer than himself.

But... There is always a sense of conscience uneasiness in doing so.

As soon as he thinks of what he has done, Wang Jian feels that he is full of tears. If he can't beat the hero with a cent, as the president of the first soul Teacher College in the future, he has made a fortune by cheating and abducting!

Why isn't there a soul fighting field or something like that? It's hard, it's hard