Su Yuntao looked at Wang Feng.

This kid has innate soul power, but his martial soul is not outstanding, and he is not worthy of his invitation to join the Martial Spirit Palace.

But what really makes Su Yuntao want to be sideways is his strength.

A six-year-old child can possess his martial soul and use soul skills to suppress and defeat him.

Although I don't know if the rest of the owners of innate soul power are like this, after all, except for this little ghost and the child of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Su Yuntao has never seen other innate soul powers.

But the strength of the child in front of him who was full of innate soul power was admired and admired by Su Yuntao.

However, Wang Feng shook his head and said with a smile:

"No need. I just want to hunt soul beasts myself. ”

Join the Spirit Palace?

Wang Feng felt that there was no need at all!

With what he has obtained now, if he can't hunt soul beasts by himself, he still has to rely on others to help him hunt them?

It's too weak.

Moreover, Wang Feng also wanted to train himself by hunting by himself.

Anyway, there are meteor tears, as long as you take a breath, you can't die.

If there were no Meteor Tears, perhaps Wang Feng would choose to join a certain faction.

But now it's completely unnecessary!

"And Master Su, I am now a tenth-level soul power, and I need to rely on the soul ring to improve, according to the rules, your Martial Soul Hall should also give me a token."

Wang Feng said with a smile.

As long as the strength of the soul master reaches the peak of a stage and requires a soul ring to advance, you can find the token given by the Wuhun Hall and enter the soul hunting forest to hunt soul beasts.

Su Yuntao is looking for because this kind of token needs someone to guarantee it.

"......" Su Yuntao frowned.

This little ghost is a little overconfident.

Do you want to help him?

He still didn't appreciate it, so he had to hunt the soul beast himself.

"If you don't give me the token, I won't give you the story behind the soul breaking the sky." Wang Feng continued.

Hearing this, Su Yuntao's face turned pale for a year, snorted, touched it from his arms, and then took out a token and handed it to Wang Feng:

"Here you go, here you go! You little ghost, if you get hurt later, don't look for me! ”

The token streaked through the air and was accurately grasped by Wang Feng in his hand.

At first glance, the token was swarthy, with a sharp sword with a downward blade engraved in the middle.

"This is the lowest token, don't lose it, kid! Otherwise it will be troublesome. ”

Su Yuntao instructed, "Also, after you run out, you need to return it to the Martial Spirit Palace." ”

However, Su Yuntao felt that this kid would go to the Martial Spirit Hall later, and he was afraid that he would be scared back.

When he sees the power of the soul beast, he will definitely come back to beg him at that time.

"No problem!"

Wang Feng touched the heavy token, then put the burden on his back, prepared some simple food and water, and ran directly towards the Soul Hunting Forest.

It's morning, and maybe when I get to the Soul Hunting Forest, it's already afternoon.

You may have to spend the night in the Soul Hunting Forest at night, so naturally you need to prepare a little more.

"This little ghost."

Su Yuntao shook his head, turned around and walked back to the Martial Spirit Palace.

——

Wang Feng galloped all the way, originally wanted to hire a carriage, but after thinking about it and exercising, he didn't hire it.

Instead, it runs straight without stopping.

Until the afternoon, seven or eight hours later, Wang Feng arrived at the outside market of the Soul Hunting Forest.

"It's so lively!"

Wang Feng looked at the bazaar surrounding the outside, but remembered that in his previous life, outside the train station, there would always be all kinds of shops gathered to buy and sell.

It's a little inexplicably familiar.

"There is a token, five are missing one, and there is a recovery soul master with a large amount of milk! Level 20 or above! ”

"Super strength soul master, like a martial soul, thick skin and flesh are resistant to beating, looking for a team!"

"I'm an auxiliary soul master, a martial soul green hat, and I can give strong protection... Got something you wanted? Eh, do you want to see my martial soul first? Well..."

"Cuckold? Fuck off..."

……

Wang Feng: "......"

Looking around, this kind of liveliness seems to have the illusion of dreaming back to the previous life.

The price of the things here is also extremely expensive.

"Little San, he should be looking for a martial soul with the master inside, right?"

Wang Feng thought for a moment and walked straight towards the wall-like gate of the Soul Hunting Forest in front of him.

There are also patrolling guards all around.

Walking to the door, Wang Feng directly took out the token and handed it to the guard.

"Kid, are you the only one?"

The guard frowned, "You're so small, do you really want to go inside?" If you don't have an elder with you, you're in danger, and if something happens inside, no one can take care of it. ”

Wang Feng nodded: "It's just me, let me in." ”

The guard returned the token to Wang Feng, and without saying anything, he opened the door directly.

Boom knock...

The ten-meter-high steel gate slowly opened.

A unique breath in the forest, paved with countless towering trees, strange flowers and fruits, like a primeval forest, presented in Wang Feng's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng put away the token and walked in.

"This is the Soul Hunting Forest!"

Wang Feng's blood boiled slightly.

Walking in the dense forest, there were several roads that had been stepped out by his predecessors, and Wang Feng felt a little excited.

"Millennial Soul Beast! I'm coming! ”

Wang Feng muttered.

A thousand-year-old soul beast is at least equivalent to the strength of a soul master above level forty!

Wanting to hunt a soul beast of this level is tantamount to ascending to the sky for Wang Feng!

It's almost impossible!

Even for the geniuses of those big families, no one dared to hunt a thousand-year-old soul beast before they were not a soul master at the tenth level.

Just when Wang Feng had just entered the Soul Hunting Forest.

On the other side of the Soul Hunting Forest!

"Little San, according to my theory, the limit of the first soul ring of a tenth-level soul master is about four hundred years of soul ring."

The master took Tang San and walked in the Soul Hunting Forest, "So, this time, we have to find a soul beast close to this value as much as possible!" Moreover, you are full of innate soul power, so you can't waste this qualification! ”

Tang San nodded and touched the jade belt around his waist.

sighed slightly in his heart, the master was really good to himself.

Even this kind of soul guide was given to me as a gift, and I must not live up to the master's expectations.

On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, this is the name that Tang San gave to this jade belt.

"This lone bamboo has ten years of cultivation, and its characteristics are tenacity, which is more in line with your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. But that's not enough. ”

The master patted a lone emerald bamboo in front of him.

Along the way, the master had already explained to Tang San in detail, a lot of knowledge about soul beasts, soul rings, and years.

"Let's look for a little longer, we should be spending the night here tonight." The master continued.

"Okay." Tang San seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked, "Master, Brother Feng wants to hunt martial souls by himself, how many years can he hunt soul rings?" ”

Hearing this, the master was stunned.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's difficult, if he can hunt a soul beast for a hundred years alone, it's already very difficult." Further up, two hundred years, three hundred years, or even four hundred years, even if it is a level 30 battle soul master of the attack department, there is a certain risk in hunting. ”

"You told me that he was very strong. But I haven't seen it with my own eyes, maybe, probably, a hundred years or so. It should be his limit. ”

"Don't worry, the teacher will help you find the right martial spirit."

The master's grim cheeks showed a hint of a smile, "After all, only in this way can the role of the teacher be reflected." ”

Tang San felt that what the master said was quite reasonable.

If Brother Feng wants to hunt soul beasts by himself, I'm afraid that a hundred years is really the limit, and his life is still in danger.

"Wealth and danger are sought." Tang San sighed slightly.

The more powerful the soul ring you want to obtain, the more dangerous it will be.

——

Meanwhile.

A corner of the Soul Hunting Forest.

Bang!

I saw a loud noise suddenly sound in the dense forest!

An emerald green, five-meter-long giant snake crashed to the ground!

The snake's body seemed to be swaying unwillingly.

"Five meters long, it should be a mandala snake about five hundred years old, right?! Although the noon scales on the whole body are extremely hard, the weakness is too obvious..."

Wang Feng leaned against this emerald green giant snake, and the short sword in his hand, because in the course of the battle, had been infected with a lot of venom, and it looked more and more sharp.

After a while, the mandala snake slowly calmed down, and a yellow soul ring rose.

But Wang Feng didn't look at it and left directly.

This is just a small test of his knife.