For Me, Dragon King Douluo, Wuhun Soft Bone Rabbit Is Very Reasonable, Right?

Tang Wulin spent his life proving one thing: Lan Yincao was indeed a useless martial spirit. The innate soul power is only at the third level, and the soul is completely improved by the blood of the Golden Dragon King. The later evolved Blue Silver King has no sense of existence... "As long as it's not Blue Silver Grass, I recognize any martial spirit..." The young man whose soul had penetrated Tang Wulin thought this way, finally waiting for the awakening ceremony six years later. "Tenth level of innate soul power, martial soul... Soft-bone rabbit?!" Tang Wulin, whose wish came true, fell into deep thought. Then I suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter. A nuclear explosion Douluo with magical skills such as teleportation, charm, and invincible golden body, is like a rising star. … Many years later. Facing the Holy Lord of the Abyss who came across the border, the boy with the Golden Dragon Spear walked out of the crowd alone. "Who is deceiving me that the Federation is godless?" "When my martial spirit was Lan Yincao, you called me Tang Wulin, and I wouldn't pick on you; but now that my martial spirit is Soft Bone Rabbit, what should you call me?"