White Ring of Douluo

Le Bai was finally carried to the cafeteria.

He was not injured, and it wasn't because his soul power or mental power was consumed too much. Although these two consumptions were equally high, they were not as serious as physical consumption.

The master said that he never knew that a person's stomach could actually make a roaring sound like a beast.

Except for the special case of Le Bai, the tests of the others went smoothly.

After seeing Le Bai's fighting ability, the master felt that Oscar's fighting ability was not unacceptable, not to mention that he also had an external spirit bone bonus.

As for Ma Hongjun, the last of the four old students...

I have to say, your black fire is really disgusting!

Xiao Wu looked at Ma Hongjun with an expression of extreme disgust, How can there be such a fire in this world? After all, can it really be considered fire?!

Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing on the side all nodded repeatedly—they were crushed four by one by Ma Hongjun.

Hey! You guys are enough!

Ma Hongjun said angrily: Isn't it just that the color is a bit darker, it looks like black mud, it will stick to the body, it will burn soul power, and it will consume a lot of soul power to force it out, so it's impossible to guard against... Isn't it the same as ordinary flames?

Xiao Wu Rabbit's eyes widened: Anything else?

Ma Hongjun said with a serious face: The temperature is high and it will burn.

Xiao Wu: ...

It makes sense.

Ahem, please stop arguing.

The master coughed twice: Although there are some twists and turns, I have seen your strength with my own eyes today, and I already have an idea of ​​your training plan. Although it would be best for you to train together, the gap between you is too big, so for the time being, you can only be divided into two groups. Two sets of training, there's no way to change that.

The gap is not in talent, but in the thickness of the accumulated foundation.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help turning their eyes to Le Bai.

Don't look at me that way.

Le Bai piled up the cleaned dishes: I'll help you make pressure wristbands when I get back after eating.

I have finished everything that should be done today. I have other things to do. You can arrange the rest of the time yourself.

The master left in a hurry after finishing speaking.

He was going to Flender, asking for money.

The four of them turned their attention to Le Bai again.

I know, I know!

Le Bai hurriedly stuffed two mouthfuls: Let's do it!

Out of the cafeteria as if fleeing.

Really, I'm only six percent full...

Hearing this sentence, the remaining seven people in the cafeteria subconsciously looked at Le Bai's position, the empty plates piled up to one person's height, and suddenly didn't know what swear words could express their feelings...

In one afternoon, Le Bai not only made four pressure wristbands, but also took the time to knock out two pieces of soul iron. He still provides one piece of soul iron to Mr. Huang every month without interruption.

I don't know if the blacksmiths in this world are not strong enough, or the requirements for soul power control are really too high to produce soul iron. So far, except for Le Bai, no blacksmith shop can produce soul iron.

And as the reputation of soul iron gradually spread, the entire market was seriously in short supply. As a result, the total number of soul irons is obviously increasing, but the price is getting higher and higher.

According to Le Bai's cognition, this kind of unique thing is usually easy to attract the covetousness of peers or some unscrupulous people.

But in the past few years, Mr. Huang's family has nothing to do.

Le Bai felt the simplicity of people in this world, and gained a new understanding of the low social status of blacksmiths in this world. There is no doubt that blacksmiths are a humble profession at the lowest end of the professional contempt chain in this world.

But as the only person who can provide soul iron, Mr. Huang's son's status in the blacksmith circle has risen.

The year before last, he successfully became the president of the Soto City Blacksmiths Association.

But not long after that,

Mr. Huang's son moved from Suotuo City to a village near Shrek, and lived with Mr. Huang. When he had free time, he practiced blacksmithing in Mr. Huang's blacksmith shop.

Because of the increase in the number of people, Mr. Huang had to renovate and expand the old shop.

The current shop can hold up to eight.

Le Bai never ignored Mr. Huang just because he became a soul master or his financial resources were guaranteed. He still remembered that at the most difficult time, thanks to the first bucket of gold provided by Mr. Huang, he would not be wasted too long at the starting line.

The kindness of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a fountain - Le Bai thinks this is very good, and has always done so.

Years ago, Le Bai tried to teach Mr. Huang's son the method of making soul iron, and he has been teaching it ever since.

Before dark, Le Bai brought two soul irons to Mr. Huang's shop: Grandpa Huang, I'm here to see you!

Le Bai is here!

Mr. Huang has become more and more aging in the past few years, but his tendons are still the same: Why do you have time to come and see me, an old man today?

Take the time to strike two pieces of iron, and bring them here for you to see!

Le Bai raised the bag in his hand, which contained beaten iron ingots.

Well, let me see...

Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes and took out the iron ingot from the bag: Not bad! The quality is higher than last month's!

Put away the two iron ingots casually, took out two gold soul coins and handed them over: The agreed reward.

Le Bai took it with a smile as before, and said, Thank you, Grandpa Huang!

Thank you!

As he said that, Mr. Huang suddenly coughed twice: Ahem!

Le Bai hurriedly used his own soul power to infiltrate Mr. Huang's body little by little, and helped him comb his body.

call……

Mr. Huang was angry: If it weren't for you, I should have left the year before last.

That's what you said!

Le Bai pointed at himself: Isn't it thanks to you that I was able to have money to eat?

Hehehehe...

Mr. Huang smiled, and slowly became serious: Le Bai, I'm dying.

Le Bai listened silently.

You are a good boy. You always remember what I did to help you. So I will accept all the kindness you have done to our family.

Mr. Huang said slowly: But enough is enough. After I leave, you can teach my son one more time. If he still can't learn it, you don't have to worry about him in the future. You don't need to send soul iron every month anymore. Give whoever you love.

Okay. Le Bai said seriously.

Hahaha! I knew you were a good boy!

Mr. Huang patted Le Bai's shoulder: I've been fighting hard all my life, and I'm really happy to meet you at last!

This is the last conversation between Le Bai and Mr. Huang.

...

Early the next morning, Le Bai distributed the four prepared pressure wristbands to Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, taught them how to use them, and then watched them perform face changing.

After a while, other people arrived, and the audience admiring the face-changing became four.

When the master also came, the audience emptied.

The master confirmed that Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing already knew how to use the pressure brace, and then left the four of them aside to practice on their own, and brought the remaining four to the open space next to the playground.

After yesterday's actual test, I'm sure the four of you are far above your peers.

The master boasted at the beginning: If you follow normal standards, you don't need me to train anything now. But you are monsters, I think you should be able to, and you are eager to go further.

The effect of physical exercise alone is no better than the pressure wrist, so I can only give you advice in the field I am good at.

To put it simply, the four training directions I have set for you are to strengthen your abilities as 'attack-type' and 'assistant-type' soul masters.

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