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Chapter 1 Chen Ping

  A small town outside the Xingdou Great Forest.

  "Damn it, I'm twelve years old this year, and I've barely broken through the tenth level of soul power. The golden finger doesn't come, fuck your mother!"

  A young man in gray linen cloth, holding a blue silver grass in his mouth, was strolling in the town.

  This young man's name is Chen Ping, a stowaway from Blue Star, who came to this Douluo Continent by smuggling.

  That night, he finished reading the Douluo Continent novel, and suddenly had an idea. He stood on the balcony and shouted: "Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body."

  Then it was tragic, his feet slipped and he fell from the

  building. It was because of the smuggling that when he awakened his martial soul six years ago, he only awakened a broken iron sword martial soul, and his innate soul power was only a pitiful level two.

  At that moment, he collapsed, hiding in the grove alone, calling for a long time but there was no trace of the system.

  Later, he was relieved, and practiced step by step until now, and finally reached the tenth level of soul power. It was time to get a soul ring.

  When he came to this world, he was just an orphan who grew up eating at other people's homes. He survived as a work-study student in a junior soul master academy in Soto City.

  In other words, he had no money.

  "No money, no soul hunting team." Chen Ping's originally energetic steps became faltering at this moment.

  He can only rely on his own strength to hunt soul beasts for himself.

  "If this goes on, my first soul ring will be ten years old, let alone a hundred years."

  It's not that he didn't think about going to the Holy Soul Village to find Tang San. Although he didn't like the third brother, he was still a big leg. At that time, as long as he revealed that he also came from a time travel, maybe he could also get a god position.

  But after asking around, Tang Hao, one of the Haotian Twins, is only 34 years old this year. He still has ten years before he becomes a Titled Douluo and Tang San is born.

  "Oh~" Unconsciously, Chen Ping walked to the door of a restaurant and bumped into someone.

  "Little brat, you don't have eyes."

  The voice of the man who was hit was deep and powerful.

  Chen Ping looked up and saw a very handsome old man with white hair and spotless white clothes.

  "In this Xingdou Great Forest, his clothes are still so clean. This man is definitely a strong man. I can't afford to offend

  him." Chen Ping quickly got up and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention when I walked just now and offended you."

  The old man, who was originally in a bad mood, heard this and couldn't get angry at all.

  As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. The old man patted his clothes and didn't care about anything: "Forget it, walk carefully."

  "Yes, the lord said that." Chen Ping smiled and walked in the opposite direction.

  "Brother, please wait a moment." The man in white next to the old man called him.

  Hearing the voice behind him, Chen Ping felt bad.

  This Douluo Continent is also a fantasy world. There are no laws in such a place. The strong can kill anyone they want. I won't be so unlucky.

  With a nervous mood, Chen Ping slowly moved over and asked tentatively: "Sir, is there anything else?"

  At this moment, Chen Ping saw the man's appearance clearly.

  His clothes were somewhat similar to the old man next to him, but he did not have such sharp eyes as the old man, and he exuded a scholarly air.

  "Wait, he can't be Ning Fengzhi? Then the one next to him, could it be Sword Douluo Chenxin?"

  Chen Ping immediately made a judgment in his heart. He knew Ning Fengzhi more than 20 years later, but he was not sure what kind of personality Ning Fengzhi had now.     The scholar smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, brother. I am Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect."

  Chen Ping thought to himself, as expected, and immediately responded, "My name is Chen Ping. I have no sect or school. I am just a small level 10 soul master. It is my honor to talk to the leader of the Ning Sect."

  Regardless of whether the other party wants to trouble him or not, it is correct to say so.

  Ning Fengzhi stared at the long sword on Chen Ping's waist and asked, "Brother Chen Ping, is the long sword on your waist your martial soul?"

  "Long sword?" Chen Ping shook his head. Although he didn't know what Ning Fengzhi meant, he was a person who would not get up early without profit. Could this long sword really have any outstanding features?

  Thinking of this, Chen Ping shook his head. This sword was just what he usually used to practice swordsmanship, and he bought it from a street stall. After all, with his current strength, he could not summon a martial soul for a long time.

  "Then is your martial soul a sword?" Ning Fengzhi asked again.

  Chen Ping nodded: "Thanks to Sect Master Ning's concern, my martial soul is indeed a sword, but it is just an ordinary iron sword, and my innate soul power is only level two. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be at most a Soul Master in this life."

  "Haha, Brother Chen Ping, you misunderstood." Ning Fengzhi laughed: "I just think that we have a destiny, and want to invite you to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. What do you think, Brother Chen Ping?"

  Chen Ping was surprised: "Join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"

  Without sufficient strength and talent, even if you join such a big force, you are only at the bottom. It seems that there is nothing else you can do except guarding the door and sweeping the floor every day.

  "I" Chen Ping was about to refuse.

  Unexpectedly, Ning Fengzhi directly stuffed a token into Chen Ping's hand: "Brother Chen Ping, you don't have to answer immediately. This token is the disciple order of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. If you really want to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, you can use this token to go to any of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's properties on the mainland. Someone will take you to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect at that time."

  "Oh, by the way. Brother Chen Ping hasn't obtained a soul ring yet. So, if you can obtain the first soul ring on your own, you will join my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect in the future and become my right-hand man. How about it?"

  Chen Ping blinked his eyes quickly. He couldn't believe what Ning Fengzhi said.

  He was just a scumbag with a congenital soul power of level two. How could he be missed by such a big shot.

  When he wanted to speak again, he found that Ning Fengzhi and the old man beside him had walked away.

  "Uncle Jian, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

  After walking a distance, Ning Fengzhi asked Jian Douluo Chenxin beside him.

  "I'm not mistaken." Chen Xin affirmed: "His eyes are sharper than those of ordinary soul masters, and his swordsmanship is definitely not low."

  "But, his innate soul power is too low." Ning Fengzhi sighed.

  The Seven Killing Sword Martial Soul has always been passed down from one line to another. When it came to Chen Xin, he did not give birth to an heir because of his obsession with swordsmanship. In addition, sword-type martial souls are very rare on the mainland, so it is not easy to find a successor to the swordsmanship.

  Now that Chen Ping has appeared, Chen Xin has seen a glimmer of hope, but the innate soul power of the second level has made him a little disappointed. So he simply made such a request.

  "Fengzhi, if he can really rely on his own strength to obtain the first ring of a hundred years, I will accept him as my apprentice." Chen Xin saw Ning Fengzhi's mood, so he stated his request.

  "Uncle Jian, you're kidding." Ning Fengzhi's face improved. "If he can really complete Uncle Jian's request, perhaps the innate soul power can't stop him. Maybe he can become like Uncle Jian in the future and protect the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for the next hundred years."

  "I hope so." Chen Xin nodded.