Return to the Tiandou Empire and the hall of martial soul awakening.

All the noble children had awakened. Su taoyun felt almost ready, so he sent someone to open the door and said gently, "children, you can go out now."

Then he said to Xiao Qi, the painter in charge of recording, "come with me, let's meet your majesty."

After that, wait for a group of children to go out first, and then slowly follow.

Tang Muchen was naturally in the middle of the team, and was still talking to Ning Rongrong.

It was the scum man who coaxed the girls one by one, and coaxed Ning Rongrong into a stupor.

Tut, look at the little blush, the corners of the mouth, the beautiful eyes bent like the moon, and the curved eyebrows and eyes. They are not beautiful at this age.

"Oh, little boy, I know how to make a little girl at this age." Tang Yuehua, who was waiting anxiously outside the door, couldn't help laughing angrily when he saw that the boy was flirting with other people's little girls.

"Sister Yuehua, how can I say that? I'm talking about the awakening of martial spirit with this sister. It's really amazing."

Muchen hurriedly hit ha ha.

"Nonsense, you man, how can you talk nonsense."

Muchen was surprised and thought that he had molested her, which made her very shy and made her angry.

I didn't expect the next sentence to be.

"Hum, how do you know I'm younger than you? Maybe I'm older than you. It's almost like calling me sister. You're a little fart."

Ning Rongrong is very angry. His small face is swollen like meat buns. It's really.

Cute.

Well, really, girls' brain circuits are always different from what I think.

The next moment, Tang Muchen stretched out his evil right hand, pinched her smiling face as bulging as a steamed stuffed bun in Ning Rongrong's unbelievable eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiao Rongrong, be good, call your brother."

"No, get your hands off."

Tang Yuehua looked at the two people playing and always felt a slight loss, but she blamed her steamed stuffed bun on the pig.

After making a noise for a while, Ning Rongrong remembered that someone else was watching. He quickly let go, glared at Tang Muchen and smiled at Tang Yuehua: "Hello, sister Yuehua, I'm Ning Rongrong, from Qibao Liuli sect."

"Hello, Rongrong, I'm Tang Muchen's sister, Tang Yuehua." Tang Yuehua put away her emotions.

Just when Tang Muchen wanted to say something.

A voice stopped him from going on.

"Miss Rongrong, hurry back to the sect door. The sect leader and the two elders are waiting for you."

Said a burly man.

"OK, Uncle Jack." Ning Rongrong nodded, turned his head and smiled at Tang Yuehua, "sister Yuehua, I'll go first."

"Hum, Tang Muchen, wait. I'll subdue you. You'll call me my sister." Ning Rongrong's eyes turned twice, and the blue eyes seemed to emit light.

She thought of something and pretended to be cruel

But he turned his head and smiled secretly, shaking his shoulders.

"OK, I'm waiting for you." Muchen said lazily.

Jack bows to Tang Yuehua and leaves with Ning Rongrong.

The small and lovely Ning Rongrong made a face at him when he left.

Muchen is unwilling to show weakness and returns one.

Muchen doesn't know that Ning Rongrong shows the image of a little witch at the beginning of the novel. In fact, her peers dare not play with him. The elders are respectful to her. Although her father loves her, he is busy with affairs. Sword Douluo and bone Luo love Rong very much, but they dote on him too much. Coupled with the dryness of cultivation, Ning Rongrong has developed the character of a little witch, But now in the face of Muchen, who has no respect for her and can talk about flowers, Ning Rongrong feels very surprised. This encounter basically cut off Ning Rongrong's original history, especially marriage.

After all, the scum man did it, and the honest man naturally didn't have any chance.

Although Oscar is not an honest man, after all, he is a first brother. How can he compare with an old hand in flowers.

"Oh, come back, smelly boy." Yuehua pinched Tang Muchen's dog ear, "take away the saliva."

Tang Muchen came back and wiped his mouth.

Then I found no, "sister Yuehua, you lied to me. How did you become such an elegant teacher who taught etiquette?"

"It's not you smelly boy. You'll deceive me when I'm serious with you."

Tang Yuehua didn't realize what she said.

"Shit, I'm a serious person. Sister Yuehua, you framed me."

"Bah, as long as you are serious, and don't say tiger and wolf words or foul language."

Holding hands, they chatted all the way back to the carriage. As for other noble children, they also went back in their own carriage. Of course, they will also talk about the fact that the master of Yuexuan Shaoxuan is congenital full of soul power.

"Muchen, what's your martial spirit? What's your innate soul power?"

For a long time, Tang Yuehua finally remembered it.

Hum, Tang Muchen is lying on Yuehua's leg and groans, "the knee pillow is so comfortable."

Tang Yuehua couldn't help patting him on the head, "don't do anything for me."

Tang Muchen made a ha ha and took back his hand on Yuehua's smooth thigh.

"My martial spirit is called the Golden Dragon King. It is an animal martial spirit. As for soul power, sister Yuehua, it is said that there has been no congenital full soul power among the nobles in ten years. Now I am. Am I a genius that is difficult to meet in ten years?"

"Congenital full of soul power, dragon clan, that should also be the top beast martial spirit. Come on, show me."

Muchen nodded, stretched out his right hand, concentrated and released the soul of the Golden Dragon King.

The scales and claws are flying and majestic.

"Well, it's basically determined. It's the top beast martial spirit. It's very powerful. Muchen, your innate soul power and martial spirit are unique. You must cultivate well and protect yourself."

"Now, I'll teach you the method of meditation. You sit cross legged first, and then communicate with the martial spirit and enter meditation."

Under the guidance of Tang Yuehua, Tang Muchen entered a state of meditation.

"You should meditate first, communicate with your soul, and master it. Then when the time is ripe, I will take you out to hunt the soul."

Having said this, Tang Yuehua stared uncontrollably.

On the Golden Dragon King, the soul of Tang Muchen's martial arts, slowly emerged a yellow and purple aperture.

What, nearly a thousand years of soul ring.

Or spontaneous.

Tang Yuehua was not too shocked even if it was a top-level animal martial soul with congenital full soul power, but sincerely wished Tang Muchen.

But when it happened, Tang Yuehua only felt a surge in her heart.

Is this child a ghost beast.

Thinking of this, Yuehua suddenly stood up. The tall car can accommodate adults.

A white halo appeared around her.

In the twinkling of an eye, it filled the whole car.

After all this, Tang Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Tang Muchen with gentle eyes.

He secretly swore that even if Tang Muchen was a soul beast, he would protect him well.

Because this is her brother, that's all.