Douluo: The God of Craftsman in the Legend of Dragon King

Chapter 2 Craftsman Martial Soul, Soul Master!
  A long time passed after Mr. Duan left, and Meng Tian still looked like he was frowning and standing there in a daze.

Seeing Mengtian's expression, Luo Chen called out softly and handed the metal card and badge in his hand to Mengtian.

"Teacher, what are these two things for?"

Hearing Luo Chen's voice, Mengtian came back from his thoughts, reached out and rubbed Luo Chen's head, and said with a smile:

"You must keep these two things, because they will be of great use to your future forging career. Okay, go in first and let me take a good look at your results."

"Okay, teacher!"

Luochen responded cheerfully, with a childish look on his face.

However, when Mengtian walked into the store, the expression on his face changed a bit, and his eyes also showed some complicated meanings.

In fact, when he answered Duan Lao's question just now, he lied about one thing. It is true that he has been an orphan as long as he can remember, but this does not mean that he is really a child under ten years old.

Yes, he is a time traveler. He just happened to come to this continent, a continent that he is extremely familiar with.

Martial spirit, soul power, forging... aren't these familiar words that are no longer familiar to Douluo Continent?
  Because of this, he naturally knew what Meng Tian was worried about just now. The talent of a child who was less than ten years old and had completed the Thousand Forgings within six years of his entry was already very scary.

He has long been aware of the identity of Mr. Duan who just came to visit. He has been in the industry for six years, so how could he not know Mr. Duan’s reputation? The big shots who are not far away from the eighth-level saint craftsman are him and Meng Tiandu. An existence that needs to be looked up to!

And if someone like that took a fancy to Luo Chen's talent and wanted to teach him personally, then even Meng Tian, ​​a master-level master, wouldn't be able to say a word.

Perhaps in Mengtian's eyes, Luochen was just what he thought he was, a good-looking, hard-working kid with a talent for forging, but Luochen's real situation was far more shocking than Mengtian imagined.

Not only his words and deeds in the past few years, but also his true talent has been deeply hidden.

As a time-traveler without any golden fingers, he understands the truth that any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Since you are still just a ten-year-old child on the surface, don't show too extraordinary achievements. Before you grow up, everything needs to be simple.

You can be outstanding, but not too outstanding. One step ahead is a genius, but if you are ten steps ahead, or even a hundred steps...

Therefore, Luo Chen, who is already in blacksmithing and has the strength of the first level of Thousand Refinements, on the surface, only shows the talent of having just stepped into the Thousand Refinements level.

However, even this is enough to shock everyone. Mr. Duan just now is a good example.

If Luo Chen hadn't deliberately shown off his talent today, it would have been impossible for Mr. Duan to leave so quickly, and Mengtian, a sixth-level master, would not have been able to keep him.

After getting along with each other for the past few years, Meng Tian raised him as a son, Luochen, but how could he, Luochen, not be the same?

It is not easy to stand out in this world without attracting attention. The water in this world is deeper than he imagined...

As a time traveler, although he does not have a golden finger, knowing everything that is about to happen in advance is his greatest reliance in this world!

"It's just that this so-called Blacksmiths Association..."

Before Luo Chen could think about it, two figures walked towards him quickly, and one of them hugged him directly, and then let out an exclamation of approval:
  "Good boy, this is a thousand exercises. I didn't expect that this little boy could reach the sky in one fell swoop?" Feeling this familiar strength and hearing this voice, Luo Chen didn't even need to look up. Know who it is.

"Brother Long, you know, my talent is quite average. Being able to pass the Thousand Exercises is just the result of luck and strength."

Luo Chen looked at Brother Long, who was 1.8 meters tall next to him, and said with a smile.

However, the other party laughed disdainfully.

"Haha, if I hadn't watched your kid grow up, otherwise I would have really believed it. Judging from your kid's habit of hiding his clumsiness, he is probably close to reaching the first-grade Thousand Refinements level now, right?"

"With luck and strength, do you have the luck of a der?"

Hearing Brother Long's shameless words, Luo Chen just smiled naively and acquiesced to Brother Long's words. Facing Brother Long, he had nothing to hide. After all, they were all his brothers, and he was afraid that others would expose him. Can't go out?

As soon as Brother Long finished speaking, next to him, the fair-skinned young man who was obviously a head shorter than him, but whose appearance was comparable to Luo Chen, cried out in surprise:

"Brother Luo, are you almost at the first level of Thousand Refinements? Are you serious? You are too..."

After saying that, the young man fell silent and looked at Luo Chen in front of him with a resentful expression.

"Brother Luo, you not only tricked me, but also lied to me. You clearly said before that you weren't even sure about Thousand Refinements. It's a shame I trusted you so much!"

Hearing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, looked at the fair boy in front of him, and then slowly said as if coaxing a child:
  "Wulin, don't listen to Brother Long's nonsense. I just broke through the soul master and obtained the third soul ring during this period. Only then can I make rapid progress in forging and quickly break through this threshold..."

Luo Chen said without conscience, but there was nothing he could do. After all, if he didn't work hard, how could he afford to be the "grandson of the plane" in front of him?
  There is no doubt about Tang Wulin's talent, and he is definitely a cheater. If he didn't have a cheat-like martial soul, he might not be able to compete with him...

After all, Tang Wulin is a nine-year-old Thousand-forged Blood Sacrifice. Nine-year-old Thousand-forged Silver, do you know what this concept is?

"I see, wait a minute, Brother Luo, are you already a Soul Master? I didn't know it yet!"

Tang Wulin was still thinking about the reliability of Luo Chen's words, but then he suddenly discovered something and looked at Luo Chen in front of him with shocked eyes.

"It's just the feedback given by the martial spirit. You also know the special characteristics of my craftsman spirit. I work hard day and night, so I can step into the soul master so quickly."

Luo Chen said, in order to prove himself, the circles of soul rings on his body emerged one by one...

Purple, purple, purple!
  Three purple soul rings, this means that Luo Chen now has three thousand-year-level soul rings and is an official soul master!
  "..."

Looking at the three purple soul rings on Luo Chen's body, Tang Wulin didn't even think about raising his breath for a moment. In terms of forging, he could still compete with Luo Chen, but in terms of this soul power level...

That's totally incomparable!

The Soul Lord, who was less than ten years old, still had such a matching soul ring. Not to mention Tang Wulin and Brother Long, even Meng Tian, ​​who was sitting and observing the metal, was silent for a moment.

But looking at the two fair-skinned young men in front of him, one tall and one low, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Mengtian's mouth.

These two of his disciples are even more talented than his master!
  (End of this chapter)