Start Punch-in from Douluo

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Outside Saint Spirit Village.

The sky first glimmers of light, the vast white fog, covered the various wood houses that are not tall in the village.

A little boy dressed in plain linen ran out from the misty village gate.

He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, breathing evenly, and ran to the hill in front of him without rush.

Halfway through the run, I suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, looked towards one of the boulders.

I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.

The little boy has beautiful eyes and looks very attractive, but now he has a lazy look, lying on the boulder, with his legs crossed, and his mouth is holding a Blue Silver Grass that can be seen everywhere in and outside the village. , Chew it tastes zi zi.

“Brother Feng, wake up so early every day, do you exercise with me today?”

He moved towards the little boy on the boulder said with a smile.

“Little San’er? Get out, I lie down deep, and squint for a while. The sky is getting hotter and hotter. When you finish working out, come and wake me up.”

The little boy on the boulder didn’t have eyes opened, and he seemed to have known the person, so he drwsily said.

“…Brother Feng, can you stop calling me by the name Little San’er…?”

Tang San gave a wry smile.

Brother Feng, full name Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, Saint Spirit Village is a famous little slacker.

The other 5~6 years old boys, at this age, mostly get up and exercise in the morning to prepare for the awakening of Martial spirit.

Or just get up early to cultivate the land and do some farm work with your parents.

As for Brother Feng, he often looks hopeless from the morning, lying down and doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng was very pitiful. When he was first born, he heard from the village chief grandfather that his mother had passed away because of a dystocia.

Later, father was overwhelmed with grief and became ill from overwork. Within a year, he also died.

Thus, Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief grandfather.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually learned that apart from paying homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents’ early death.

Although lazy, Brother Feng is really smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Brother Feng did not know how to make Saint Spirit Village’s food and vegetable production greatly increase, making Saint Spirit Village, which was originally barren, gradually richer.

Brother Feng also erected the entrance of the village, the pillar in the mouth of the village chief grandfather, which may be the handprint of Spirit Saint in the legend.

It is claimed to the outside world that this is the handprint left by Spirit Saint, and a lot of stories have been made up, and they are amazing, saying that as long as they come to visit and touch, they may become Spirit Saint in the future!

It just attracted a lot of villages around, even Nuoding City, there are often tourists who come to the village to pay their respects.

The remote and barren Saint Spirit Village will be built like a small town within 2 years.

Even the father said that this Feng boy is different from others…smart and sensible.

The whole village likes him.

But it’s too lazy.

“Not called Little San…” Wang Feng thought for a while, “Is it called Big 3?”

“…” Tang San looked speechless, “let’s call it Little San, Brother Feng, I’m going to exercise first.”

As he said, Tang San waved his hand and moved towards the distant hill and climbed quickly.

Although the others are small, their hands and feet are very swift. A small hill over 100 meters high looks like walking on the ground in front of him.

In just a few minutes, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

“As the saying goes, 30% is doomed by the day, 70% by hard work…90 points by gold hand…As the protagonist of Douluo Continent, it’s different…”

Wang Feng looked at Tang San’s clean hands with an expression that was just right for lemon.

This is what a 6-year-old boy should have?

Like him, let alone climb up, he would be kicked after a while.

“It’s all transmigrator…Little San, you are powerhouse reborn…”

Wang Feng sighed, “I am different, I am reborn as the weak… I am a 21st century, a small house of duty, how can I cross into the World of Douluo Continent? Even if I cross, I still cross on a supporting role. .”

“Gold hand doesn’t even give me one. How does this make me play?”

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a transmigrator, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, it is much worse.

There is no background against the sky, there is no Dingding system, and there is no martial spirit…

Of course, Wang Feng is very eager, but no!

Therefore, Wang Feng has been salting fish for 6 years, but with the wisdom of his previous life, he can barely improve and improve Saint Spirit Village, so that he and the villagers can live a little more comfortable.

“Soon, it will be the official plot of Douluo Continent, and the tool person Su Yuntao should be about to come… If I awaken a sickle Martial spirit, a hoe Martial spirit, I would just slam my head on the tofu and kill me.”

Wang Feng chewed on Blue Silver Grass and looked at Tang San who was cultivating Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demon Eye on the hill, Breathing Technique.

In my eyes, it is extremely envy

He is on this boulder every day, looking at Tang San cultivation, just wondering if he can steal a half move.

Unfortunately, he is not a genius, and he has no perspective.

After watching it for more than a year, I didn’t see anything.

But watching Tang San slowly become stronger, lemons are a basket, a basket of cha.

“Those Douluo fan fictions I read in my previous life. If you just worship Tang San and form a brother, they will teach you all of Tang Sect’s unique knowledge… What a mess!”

Thinking of this, Wang Feng suddenly scolded the authors who hated Shabi.

This Tang San is not a 6-year-old child, but his soul is a genius who has played Tang Sect’s many high-levels, and can also create Tang Sect’s highest Hidden Weapons Buddha’s Fury Tang Lotus, and learn the highest internal strength of Tang Sect.

Still the soul of an adult!

Even his father Tang Hao, this Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record did not say.

When he was 6 years old, they were hidden as the biggest secrets.

Would you tell you an outsider?

They just crossed over to Douluo Continent. Soon, even if your biological brother, Tang San will not pass it to you.

“I really want to go back… Hey, no cell phone, no computer, can’t use Douyin, can’t play games, S9 doesn’t know if G2 won or FPX won.”

“I can’t find the resources even if I’m so embarrassed… Forget it, I can’t move.”

Wang Feng sighed.

Over the past 6 years, he has always wanted to go back.

If there is a gold hand point, Wang Feng feels that he is sure of lofty sentiments and high aspirations, here in Douluo Continent, 4 seas, fiercely fighting 8 squares, marrying a few beautiful girls, creating a reputation, leaving a legendary story…

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, as the morning sun was born on the horizon, the ten thousand zhang purple clouds were scattered on the ground, as if they were covered with bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a touch of warmth.

“Little San, the cultivation should be over soon, right?”

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San stepping down from the hill with vigour.

“Brother Feng, why are you still holding Blue Silver Grass in your mouth?”

Tang San looked at Wang Feng who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the morning sun, helplessly said.

“Why, you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?”

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

“This is… the most common grass after all.”

Tang San said seriously, “However, even though it is an ordinary grass, its life force is also the most vigorous and tenacious. In this regard, Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don’t mean to look down on it.”

Hearing this remark, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbly.

It’s worthy of being the protagonist, and it’s different from the rest of brat, and I can also say these profound words.

“Yes, so I decided, Little San, your Martial spirit will be Blue Silver Grass from now on!”

Wang Feng drowsily said.

“Brother Feng, you are too bad…”

Tang San gave a wry smile, “Curse me!”

After all, this is the most common plant grass. Tang San still hopes his Martial spirit is a little better…

“However, Martial spirit will only appear after awakening, Brother Feng, what you said is not counted…”

Tang San left with a smile, and did not forget to turn around and say, “Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner.”

Wang Feng silently watched Tang San go away, faintly sighed, and his heart was sour for a while.

It is also at this time.

“Ding, the story of Douluo Continent has officially begun… Congratulations to the host for the first time to check in and get the item: Meteor Tears!”

“Note, the item will be delivered to the host in a realistic way, and it is expected to arrive this evening…please check it.”

“Next check-in location: Saint Spirit Village, Spirit Hall! If you can get the Innate perfect spirit check-in, it will trigger an additional mysterious Martial spirit! Hope the host will work hard to improve!”

Bang!

As this sound rang in his mind, Wang Feng jumped directly from the boulder like a cat with fried hair!

Blushing with excitement…

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