Douluo's Black Bamboo Sword

"Okay, let's test the soul power level first." Li Minghua took out a yellow crystal ball at some point.

Li Minghua did not choose to test Chen Liang's soul skills here. It was really inappropriate here, and it would be bad if he broke something.

"Yes, it is indeed level 20. I will make arrangements for you to hunt for the soul ring tomorrow later." After taking a look at the light of the crystal ball, Li Minghua confirmed that Chen Liang's level had indeed reached level 20. .

"What about Uncle Li now?" Seeing that Li Minghua obviously had no intention of replacing him, Chen Liang asked belatedly.

"Don't worry, you can go down after I ask you a question. Chen Liang, before you hunted for the first soul ring, was the color of your martial soul darker than that of ordinary bamboo?" Li Minghua said slowly.

He knew that Chen Liang's first spirit ring was Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang was originally a black sheep, so he wanted to rule out the important factor that his martial spirit was affected by his first spirit ring.

After hearing this question, Chen Liang knew that they were going to ask him about Wuhun, so Chen Liang lowered his head, as if he was seriously recalling it. After a while, he raised his head, nodded, and said seriously and simply. He responded: "Yeah! It's like this."

"Then it looks like it's a mutated martial soul. There's no need to run away! That's right. Only mutated bamboo swords can match the level of the innate eighth-level soul power." Li Minghua said softly, but his hands were a little hesitant. The place trembles.

Chen Liang had a good starting point, and Li Minghua had also looked at these two little guys just now. He found that their temperaments were very stable, and there was no trace of the impetuosity that ordinary children have. With such a temperament and such a good talent, he is naturally qualified to aspire to be a strong person.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, clapped his hands, Li Minghua said: "Okay, Chen Liang, let Yang Zhiyong do it. Yang Zhiyong, like Chen Liang, you release the martial soul and soul ring first."

Xiao Zhiyong replaced Chen Liang and immediately released his martial soul and soul ring.

Seeing Xiao Zhiyong releasing his martial soul and soul ring, Mr. Liang moved his gaze away from Chen Liang and focused on Xiao Zhiyong.

It's just that he has been frowning now. In his observation just now, he noticed that there was something wrong with the little guy Chen Liang, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. He couldn't think of a reason, and what was wrong was not a very important thing, so he didn't bother to think about it and focused on Xiao Zhiyong.

"Huh? I'm pretty sure her martial spirit is just an ordinary jade flute, but why can her martial spirit also give me a very spiritual feeling? Although it's not as good as that little guy named Chen Liang's martial arts The soul is strong, but it’s not much worse. This is quite strange, forget it, let’s read on first! The hundred-year soul ring looks like it’s three hundred years old, so it’s also a good idea.” Mr. Liang still said to himself Muttering to himself.

But this time he really felt it was very strange, so he stood up and said kindly to Xiao Zhiyong: "Yang Zhiyong, right? You cast your first soul skill, and your soul skill will be based on my As a goal, just put it on me."

The soul skill test of the auxiliary soul master can be directly applied to people, and there is no need to pay attention to the venue at all.

Xiao Zhiyong turned his head and looked at Li Minghua, but said nothing.

Feeling Xiao Zhiyong's gaze, Li Minghua nodded simply without any objection.

"Okay! Then I'm going to start!" Seeing that Li Minghua had no problem, Xiao Zhiyong immediately nodded to the old man who was almost the same age as Grandpa Matthew No.

Then Xiao Zhiyong put the jade flute to her mouth, started playing, and activated her first soul skill - washing.

As a strange but melodious flute sounded, and a special feeling came, Mr. Liang found that his heart gradually calmed down, and even the boredom caused by his usual work was slowly calmed down. Come down.

Now he felt that he was so calm that nothing could cause him any ripples. This feeling made him feel really like a mysterious feeling of confidence.

It was not only Mr. Liang who was influenced by Xiao Zhiyong, but also Li Minghua who was influenced by the sound of the flute. Although he was not as affected as Mr. Liang, Li Minghua also felt a subtle, inexplicable, but irresistible pleasure.

As for Chen Liang, he was not greatly affected. He usually has a very calm temperament, so Chen Liang can obviously feel that the original effect of the flute sound has no effect on him.

As for why Chen Liang seems to be enjoying it now, it's of course because he already likes Xiao Zhiyong's song. No matter how many times he listens to it, he still likes it so much, and he will never be stingy about what he likes.

But when the song finally came to an end, Xiao Zhiyong's flute sound stopped just before half a cup of tea had passed, leaving the three of them a little unfinished.

"This soul skill of yours is really strange. It seems useless, but its effect cannot be ignored. I think the characteristics of your martial soul are more affected by yourself! After all, the martial soul is a human being. Part of my body!" The song finally faded away, and after a while, Mr. Liang sighed with regret.

As time went by, the connection between his body and mind and the outside world gradually became closer, and the feeling of mysterious self-confidence became weaker and weaker, which made him feel empty in his heart.

"Very good, you can test the soul power level first." Li Minghua had long since recovered, so he stood aside with a crystal ball and waited. He waited for Mr. Liang's evaluation of Yang Zhiyong, and after Mr. Liang finished his evaluation, he went to his own work.

"Yeah! It's indeed level 14, very good!" Li Minghua already had the answer, and doing this now is just a requirement of the process.

After the work was done, Li Minghua was just about to say a few words to Chen Liang and the two little guys, when he saw Mr. Liang winking at him. It was obvious that he wanted to say something to him.

This forced Li Minghua to make a long story short: "Chen Liang, Yang Zhiyong, you two go back to the office where you were just now for a meeting. I will make arrangements for you later. The door is not locked."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Li Shuliang!" Chen Liang thanked the two of them, then took Xiao Zhiyong's hand and walked out of the laboratory.

"Chen Liang..." Xiao Zhiyong couldn't wait to talk to Chen Liang as soon as she went out. She had already wanted to say something to Chen Liang, but as soon as she called out Chen Liang's name, she noticed Chen Liang frowned and quickly closed his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Xiao Zhiyong's voice, Chen Liang temporarily put aside what he was thinking about and focused on Xiao Zhiyong.

"Is everything okay...you? What were you thinking about just now?" Seeing that Chen Liang had stopped thinking about the problem, Xiao Zhiyong simply asked him what he was thinking about just now. She was also curious about what Chen Liang was thinking, so obsessed with it.

"Me? I was thinking about what Mr. Liang said to you just now. What did he mean?" Chen Liang thought it was not a big deal, so he said it simply.

"Mr. Liang? Are you talking about the characteristics of my martial spirit? Don't tell me, I heard this very baffled." Xiao Zhiyong recalled what Chen Liang was referring to.