~： 8. The strong, depending on human life as a mustard

The sun rises and the moon goes down, and the battle moves around.

The days passed, and with the annual awakening ceremony coming, the village was filled with a tension similar to that before the college entrance examination.

There are two major empires in Douro, or two alliances. In the two empires, a large number of territories are divided into princes, and there are countless nobles with armed forces.

Since the existence of the two empires is very long, the class has solidified for a long time. The difficulty for ordinary people to get ahead is no less than the difficulty of hell, basically don't think about it.

Of course, everything is not absolute. For ordinary people, the only chance to achieve a counterattack in life is only once, that is to cultivate martial spirit.

It is said that everyone has their own martial arts soul. Among them, a very small part of the martial arts soul can be cultivated, forming a profession called the soul master, and the most noble profession in the pan-continent is the soul master.

It can be said that the village’s annual awakening ceremony is nothing less than a small-scale college entrance examination.

Awakened Wuhun, and even awakened Wuhun that can be cultivated, can stand out at once, not only yourself, but also family members can live a wealthy life. If they fail, they can only be ordinary people for life. They lived on a daily basis, and then married an ordinary wife, a litter of babies, and spent a lifetime in a hurry.

Since coming to Douluo mainland, Yang Ming didn't want to be an ordinary person. He longed to become stronger, eager to step out of the village, and eager to explore the magnificent and colorful world!

The genius was slightly bright, Yang Ming had already ran for two kilometers on the hill outside the village, and a spear was diagonally crossed on his back, which was longer than his height.

Removed the spear from his back, and facing the morning sun rising in the east, Yang Ming began to practice the marksmanship one by one.

In the glory of the king, Han Xin and Zhao Yun are veterans with guns, but their styles are very different.

If Han Xin's style is neat and light, Zhao Yun is a type of fierce, tough and tough.

Yang Ming's shooting skills did not have any tricks, and he took the actual combat route.

Han Xin's picking, stab, collapsing, shaking, Zhao Yun's sweeping, hacking, chopping, and wiping naturally blended into Yang Ming's body, and there was nothing inconsistent, just like the shooting method was supposed to be like this. same.

Yang Ming lunged forward and sipped, holding the spear in his right hand, as if a viper was drilling out of the grass. The strength of his hand reached the tip of the spear, and the cold light flashed through. A hole appears in the center of the fallen leaves.

practiced a morning of shooting, Yang Ming was already sweating heavily, looked up at the sky, the sun was already hanging high, and it was almost time for lunch.

put away his spear, Yang Ming hurried back to the village from the mountain.

Holy Soul Village is just like the past, simple villagers, simple villages, barking chicks and dogs, no way left.

As the grandson of the village elder Jack, wherever Yang Ming goes, someone will greet him cordially. Yang Ming is not the kind of saint who does not eat human fireworks. He will always greet him. Over time, Yang Ming accidentally happened in the village. The ground is very popular.

It was at this time that a rapid horseshoe sound and a woman screaming came from the village gate.

Yang Ming stepped in and took a quick look back.

It's okay if I don't look at it, and I suddenly feel angry.

A young man rode a black horse and walked along the village road.

The Holy Soul Village is a very traditional agricultural village with an underdeveloped economy, which also leads to the village’s roads not being spacious. This young man is not unaware, but instead condones the dark horses running underneath, which is equivalent to driving a red light on the road with a BMW Did not take the lives of others in the eyes at all!

has been in Douluo mainland for nearly six years, and the villagers have a simple style, and every villager is very kind to Yang Ming. Yang Ming has long regarded this as his home. How can he not be angry when he sees this scene now?

What's more, in order to avoid being hit by the dark horse, the pedestrians on the road have been messed up. Everyone scrambled to avoid the two sides of the road, watching a pregnant woman who was pregnant in September, staggering under the feet, almost fell to the ground, but the youth behind was not a trace The meaning of slowing down, continue to run on the dark horse, even if it will not hit the pregnant woman, I am afraid that it will scare her and lead to a premature baby!

In this village with extremely poor health care, pregnant women who are born prematurely will not easily die!

"Stop it!"

Yang Ming was very angry, his eyes wide open, his thick short thick eyebrows upright, and his spear was a little on the ground. People like Feiyan swept a semi-arc in the air, grabbing the pregnant woman before the black horse rushed over, Take her to the next shop to rest.

After doing all this, Yang Ming held the gun railing in the middle of the road, the gun pointed at the young man on the black horse, and asked with anger:

"What kind of person are you, running on the road in the village, do you know, you almost killed many people just now!"

"Call!"

The young man squeezed the reins tightly, pulled the horse's head, and the black horse's two hoofs left the ground, and the horse stood up, only dangerously and dangerously to avoid hitting Yang Ming.

The black horse shook the horse's head uncomfortably, and the big horse bell of copper bells glared at Yang Ming, and two white smokes were emitted from the big nostrils. UU reading

Even Ma Duo is arrogant!

was close, and Yang Ming's eyes were fixed, so he could see clearly the appearance of the youth.

This man looks like he is in his twenties, with sword-eyes and star-shaped eyes, and looks very handsome. He is dressed in white and has a black cloak behind. There is a fist-sized soul character in the center of the chest.

This is the standard dress for the personnel directly under Wuhundian.

On the left chest, there is a badge carved with a long sword. A total of three long swords are staggered on the badge.

Yang Ming's brow furrowed. Grandpa and old Jack used to give him common sense. The number of three handles represents the third-level title of the Soul Master, and the long sword represents the deacon from Wuhun Temple. War Soul Master.

Soul Masters all have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles, and each title is divided into ten levels.

Soul Warrior, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Doula, Title Doula.

Yang Ming felt a little tricky and said awkwardly:

"Are you a man of Wuhun Palace?"

The young man appeased the seated black horse, heard the words, and glanced at Yang Ming condescendingly. When he saw that he was a six-year-old boy, there was a touch of pride and contempt in his eyebrows. He raised the whip and pointedly pointed at Yang Ming. , Not salty but indifferent:

"I am a Master of Soul of War from Notting City, and also a deacon of the inspector of Wuhun Temple Cao Mengyun, little boy, don't stop my way!"

Yang Ming looked dark, pointing to the pregnant woman who was almost knocked down by Cao Mengyun just now, and said angrily:

"You nearly hit someone, shouldn't you apologize to her?"

Cao Mengyun was unmoved and said coldly:

"This is not yet hit."

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