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He…did not have the qualifications to become a soul teacher.
Even many children had awakened martial spirit.
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“He is the only one who didn’t.
Xiaoyan became a waste that everyone in the village looked down on him, a waste that martial spirit didn’t even have.
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“However, at this time, Miss Xiaoxun has awakened a powerful martial spirit, and she is still full of innate soul power that is rare in a century.”

The story is introduced here, it’s gone.

Many pedestrians saw this, and their appetites were lifted, but they only saw the following line:

“…But, maybe you can’t think of it, the handprint of the soul saint on this pillar…was not left by Miss Xiaoxun…but Xiaoyan left it! ”

“If you want to know the following story…and various reasons, please visit the Holy Soul Village…”

Seeing this.

Many pedestrians were stunned.

“Wow, it’s so hateful! How can you not finish the introduction? ”

An outsider tourist said angrily.

“Hey, look, there is still a line of small print in the handprint of the stone pillar: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don’t bully the young and poor! Wow, so hot-blooded, could it be that Xiaoyan left it behind? He must have become a soul saint later, but how did he do it? ”

“No, I will stay in the Holy soul Village for a few years and finish reading the story of this holy soul handprint!”

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Wang Feng smiled and looked at many tourists and pedestrians, walking from outside the village, then stayed in front of the stone pillars, and finally stayed obediently.

“In such a remote place as Holy Soul Village, there is only agriculture.
Even if the output increases, it will not be able to make a few dollars.
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Wang Feng chuckled a few times in his heart.

Nowadays, Holy Soul Village can live so well, naturally, not only because of the increase in the production of various crops.

Instead, because of foreign tourists.

In the previous life, it was the development of tourism.

And this soul saint handprint was Wang Feng’s idea of getting along at the time.…

Then in the previous article, Douluo’s mainland version of the soul breaks through the sky… perfect.