CH 50.1

Chapter 50: How about you Touch me? (1/2)

At the gate of Notting Hill.

“Brother Feng, Xiao Wu will also go back with me.”

After more than half a year, Tang San and Xiao Wu have grown a lot taller. Tang San wants to be stronger. He thinks he should have been trained by ironing every day, with a bit of determination on his face.

Next to Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, as if she was a little curious about where the Holy soul village in Xiao San’s family would be?

“OK.”

Wang Feng nodded and glanced at Xiaowu. Although he was still wearing the school uniform of Notting College, he had grown taller like Tang San.

However, the two of them are still one head shorter than themselves.

“Eh, that guy Xiao Chenyu has already gone to the intermediate college. I don’t know how boring it will be in the next few years.”

Xiao Wu pursed her mouth and said, “Fortunately, there is also Tang San, you can play with me. Brother Feng is too good to beat him, so I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

The three of them followed the road and set off in the direction of Holy Spirit Village, chatting on the road.

There are not many people in the junior college. After Xiao Chenyu left, basically no one could compete with Xiaowu.

Only Tang San accompanied her to practice for a long time. Wang Feng generally rarely, because he needs to greatly reduce his strength by practicing against two people.

And most of the time, Wang Feng is either soaking in the soul beast forest or studying meditation and practice methods.

“Brother Feng, your soul power hasn’t dropped, has it?”

Tang San suddenly asked, “In the past year, you have also played against us several times. I feel that your strength has indeed not declined. I don’t know if your soul power has declined…”

Tang San was obviously still thinking about Wang Feng’s thousand-year Soul Ring in his heart, although at that time, Brother Feng said that it would not have any impact.

However, in the past year, Tang San rarely saw Brother Feng use martial arts. Even if he occasionally competed with them, he was able to fight them back and forth purely by relying on his physical fitness.

“Yes, Tang San also told me about his teacher’s analysis. Brother Feng, Little San and I have greatly improved our soul power~”

Xiao Wu also learned about the thousand-year-old Soul ring later. However, among the students, only the two of them knew.

That guy Xiao Chenyu knew that Wang Feng possessed a thousand-year soul ring, but the master’s analysis was obviously not something he could analyze.

Xiao Wu grinned and raised her chin: “We haven’t fought for months. Little San should be at level 16, but I am almost at level 17! ”

“My soul power has not declined…” Wang Feng shook his head.

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that there is no decline. In other words, the side effects of the thousand-year soul ring may not be as serious as the master thought for Brother Feng.

“Hehe, then we can surpass Brother Feng, you should still keep it at Level 15.”

Xiao Wu waved his fist, “Next time Xiao San and I must defeat you.”

When Wang Feng heard this, he was suddenly in a daze.

In the past half a year, I have been immersed in combat practice and various studies, and I have not paid attention to the improvement of the soul power of the two of them. Although he sighed that because of the compression of his soul power, the speed of cultivation improvement was extremely slow.

But it seems that… even if it slows down like this… it is much faster than most people’s cultivation speed?

“I am looking forward to it very much.” Wang Feng said with a smile.

Speaking of this, Wang Feng couldn’t help but glanced at Tang San.

I vaguely remember that in the original book, Tang San’s father left in this year, and he also had a formal relationship with Xiao Wu.

“It’s time to go back and see Grandpa Jack.”

Wang Feng looked at the smoky village in the distance, his eyes suddenly a little misty.

Holy Spirit Village.

“Hey, junior three, your village seems to look pretty good…”

In the afternoon, the three of them finally walked to the door of the Holy Spirit Village.

One year, it seems that it has not brought much changes to this small village. The water from the small fountain with a central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.