Douluo: God rewards hard work, I can upgrade infinitely!

Chapter 8 Try and die
"Prepare to die! Boy, I am a noble soul master!"

The yellow-haired man grinned grimly, his face full of arrogance.

Since he was beaten last time, he has been practicing hard for the past six months. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and he broke through to level ten in one fell swoop.

In recent days, Huangmao has taken over two more blocks and is living a very carefree life.

But the lesson he learned half a year ago was so painful that his image in my mind has been greatly reduced.

He wanted revenge all the time. The boss couldn't lose. If he couldn't get revenge, it would be difficult for him to lead the team in the future.

Fortunately, during this period of time, he finally found an opportunity to block the little girl in this deserted alley.

"idiot!"

Looking at the yellow-haired man rushing towards him, Lin Xuan sneered.

He just waved his hand, and two green grasses emerged from the ground and tightly bound the yellow-haired man's legs as he ran fast.

"Boom!"

The yellow-haired man's momentum was too strong, and the green leaf grass broke in a moment, but Lin Xuan's goal had been achieved.

After this obstruction, the yellow-haired man's originally ferocious steps stopped, but his body was still rushing forward. His center of gravity was unstable, and he fell forward.

"Get back!"

Lin Xuan jumped up on the spot, did a spinning kick on the yellow-haired man's face, and kicked him back.

Lin Xuan has not been idle in the past six months. His basic swordsmanship has reached the eighth level. With day-to-day practice, his physical fitness has also improved a lot.

In terms of basic swordsmanship, it is no exaggeration to call him a master. He can even vaguely feel that he has reached a higher level.

"Bang! Boom!"

The yellow-haired boy rolled on the ground for several times and finally stopped after hitting a telephone pole.

"Bah! You're dead, kid."

Huang Mao climbed up and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He glanced at Lin Xuan with eyes full of hatred.

"Na'er, hold me tight!"

Lin Xuan said to Na'er in his arms.

"Uh-huh!"

Naer nodded obediently and put her arms tightly around Lin Xuan's neck.

Lin Yi held Na'er with one hand and stretched out the other hand. At the same time, a white soul ring rose behind him.

"What! How could you be a soul master!"

Huangmao said unwillingly that he had practiced hard for more than ten years, so how could a young boy achieve it so easily?

"Go! Come on, everyone. Don't be afraid because we are in numbers! Let's kill him together."

The yellow-haired man shouted and the thugs around him rushed forward.

"court death!"

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he clenched his hands. In an instant, countless green-leafed sword grasses spread out from all directions of the alley, like spider silk, forming a web that enveloped the few people.

When Lin Xuan stopped, the alley was already filled with green-leaf sword grass.

They were everywhere on the ground and in the air, so densely packed that it felt like you were in a primeval forest. The dense grass even blocked out the sunlight.

These thugs were pinned one meter away from Lin Xuan by the Green Leaf Sword Grass and could not move. The joints of their hands and feet were pierced by the sharp Green Leaf Sword Grass, and drops of blood flowed along the leaves to the ground.

"Humph!"

Lin Xuan snorted coldly and took back the Green Leaf Sword Grass. Several people fell limply to the ground.

The yellow-haired man at the back escaped, but he witnessed the tragic plight of several people. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his crotch was wet, and he was mumbling incoherently.

Lin Xuan waved his hand again, and several green-leaf sword grasses flew out, nailing the already unconscious Huangmao to the wall.

Then Lin Xuan stabbed them several times one by one, and after making sure that they were all dead, he carried Na'er away.

The first time he killed someone, Lin Xuan felt no emotion at all. He didn't know if it was his nature or if he had fully integrated into this world where human life was worthless.

……

"Brother, are you okay? You look a little pale."

Back on the busy street, Na'er raised her head and touched Lin Xuan's slightly pale face and said worriedly.

"It's okay! It's just that my mental energy is a little over-consumed."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

Controlling so many Green Leaf Sword Grasses at once in such a short period of time was a bit too much for him even with his high-level Spiritual Yuan Realm mental strength, and most of his soul power was consumed.

"Was that your soul skill just now, brother? It's amazing!"

Naer looked at Lin Xuan with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

Lin Xuan's heroic figure, defeating the enemy effortlessly without getting a single blade of grass on his body, was firmly imprinted in her mind. He was so handsome!
"That's right! No one will be able to hurt Na'er from now on."

Lin Xuan pinched Naer's little nose, but then his expression changed and he spoke seriously.

"But before that, Na'er, can you explain why you came here?"

"Hehe! Well, brother, Naer knows she was wrong. Please forgive her, okay?"

Naer blinked her big eyes and looked aggrieved, as if she was about to burst into tears in the next second.

"You! You just know how to act like a scoundrel. I won't do it again!"

Lin Xuan helplessly reached out and pinched Naer's chubby little face, but in the end he didn't have the heart to teach her a lesson.

"Brother is the best!"

Naer came up excitedly and slapped Lin Xuan on the face.

"Hey! It's all saliva."

Lin Xuan said with disdain.

"No, Naer's saliva smells good."

Naer said with a pout, and punched Lin Xuan's chest with her pink fists in embarrassment.

"Let's go home first! It's time for lunch."

Lin Xuan looked at the sky. It was almost noon.

"No! I haven't been to Uncle Mang's place today."

Na'er jumped down from Lin Xuan's arms and pulled him to the other side. The biggest thing in the world is picking up trash. My brother said that people should not forget their roots.

……

Mangtian Forging Room.

"Bang! Boom!"

Tang Wulin swung the metal hammer in his hand. As he continued to hammer on the pitch-black metal, bits of black impurities fell around the forging table.

"call!"

When the last hammer fell, Tang Wulin took a deep breath and wiped the sweat that kept rolling down his forehead.

Although the metal on the stage has shrunk a little, the overall color has become uniform.

"Although there are still some flaws, it can be considered as completing a hundred forgings."

"Not bad!"

Mang Tian looked at Tang Wulin with an expressionless face, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

In just half a year, Tang Wulin completed the Hundred Forgings, which meant that he had truly entered the door of a blacksmith.

"Thank you for your praise, teacher! I just barely succeeded. I can't guarantee that I can do it next time."

Tang Wulin waved his hands. Luck did play a role this time. Of course, the main reason was that his soul power was too low, and he was completely relying on his physical strength to support the forging.

"Wulin, don't be so modest. When I was learning from my master, it took me three years to get started."

"Sometimes it's good to learn from that brat Lin Xuan. He can brag about anything."

Brother Long smiled and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. This junior brother is good in everything except that he is not very confident.

"Hey! Brother Long, I'm here."

Lin Xuan, who was squatting on the side eating, raised his head and rolled his eyes at Brother Long, saying unconvincedly.

"What do you mean by bragging? I have done everything. I am the most down-to-earth person."

"That's right! Brother is the best."

Na'er beside her chimed in.

The two siblings came to Mangtian and happened to see them having lunch, so they took the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Hey~ No, it seems like you really are."

Brother Long was about to refute, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that Lin Xuan was really organized from childhood to adulthood.

Mang Tian glanced at Lin Xuan and his expression changed.

Lin Xuan also grew up under his care. When he was still a kid, he would secretly come to him to sell his forged scrap iron.

He has seen the character of this boy. Although he is sometimes cunning, he has a good personality and learns things quickly.

"Lin boy, do you want to try learning forging?"

Mangtian spoke.

The appearance of Tang Wulin made him taste the sweetness of accepting a disciple. His life as a sixth-level blacksmith had come to an end, so accepting a disciple was a way to fulfill his wish.

"Learn forging!"

Lin Xuan blinked and thought.

It seems really good!

In this era of advanced soul guide technology, it is still necessary to learn a second career, which is also an important source of economic income.

So, after a while.

Lin Xuan listened carefully to what Mang Tian said about the precautions, then took the small hammer and knocked it confidently.

……

half an hour later

"Bang!"

The forging hammer fell down weakly, and Lin Xuan lay on the ground, tired like a dog, panting.

"Brother is so stupid, he only knows how to show off!"

Naer squatted beside him and teased Lin Xuan's nose with the ends of her hair, while speaking with a gloating tone.

Lin Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "That's not what you said just now, girl." But he was too tired to talk.

As expected, not everyone is born with supernatural powers like Tang Wulin, and his small body is still a little fragile.

"Lin boy, if you really want to learn forging, you still need to exercise your body."

Mang Tian sighed secretly.

He had slightly anticipated this result. After all, he couldn't possibly run into two forging prodigies like Tang Wulin at once, right?
It's not just a matter of physical strength. Lin Xuan's performance this time is only slightly better than that of ordinary people. He is far from being a forging genius, let alone a master craftsman like Tang Wulin.

"Hey, Lin Xuan, aren't you just bragging?"

Brother Long laughed and said, someone just talked nonsense. If you don't know, you might think it was the reincarnation of the God of Forging.

"In fact, I think Brother Xuan is okay?"

Tang Wulin said weakly from the side.

Although the metal block on the table was crooked and far from reaching the threshold of a hundred forgings, some impurities had indeed been removed.

And Brother Xuan is already a soul master.

A strange look flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes. He was shocked by the spirit ring that Lin Xuan accidentally revealed when forging it just now. He is only level four now.

But Brother Xuan doesn’t know everything.

Tang Wulin glanced at Lin Xuan who was lying on the ground, and felt a little happy. At least he was better than Brother Xuan in forging.

Humph! Vulgar!

Lin Xuan was not bothered by the insults from several people.

[Forging: Getting Started (1/100)]

He glanced at the extra line of words on the system panel and even wanted to laugh.

Ignorant people, accept the baptism of time travelers!
However, physical exercise should be put on the agenda. What kind of exercise should he choose? Should he just do the third set of radio gymnastics?
Lin Xuan lay on the ground, his thoughts drifting far away.

　Please give me some money and take care of my new book.

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