Chapter three hundred and seventy-first fighting against the sky
Jiang Sheng's eyes looked back and forth on these new worlds, and finally locked his eyes on the world of 'Fights Breaking the Sky', and directly entered the world of 'Fights Breaking the Sky' with a thought.
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"Have you heard? That useless genius of the Xiao family seems to have stayed at the third level of fighting spirit in the Xiao family's family test this year!"
"What's so strange about this? Wasn't he always like this in the past two years?"
"I think that Xiao Yan broke through to the One-Star Fighter at the age of eleven, and was even called the number one genius in Wutan City. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents..."
When Jiang Sheng heard the gossip of the passers-by, a trace of amusement flashed in his sword eyes and he said: "Utan City? Xiao Family? Xiao Yan? It seems that I came at the right time this time."
At this time, Xiao Yan was having a headache because his fighting spirit had disappeared for no reason. As long as Jiang Sheng pulled him into the main god space, he would definitely seize this opportunity to become stronger.
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"well……"
On a cliff not far from Xiao's house, Xiao Yan, wearing a black outfit, held a piece of grass in his mouth, tasting the faint bitterness from the grass root, while looking at the silver plate in the sky.
Mingyue couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on her face.
Xiao Yan himself is not from the "Dou Qi Continent". He has traveled from the earth in a parallel world. Perhaps because he is a time traveler, his soul strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, and his cultivation talent is also far beyond that of ordinary people.
Extraordinary people.
Xiao Yan started practicing Qi when he was four years old. At the age of ten, he had the ninth level of Dou Qi. At the age of eleven, he broke through to the tenth level of Dou Qi, successfully condensed the whirlpool of Dou Qi, and became the youngest fighter in the Xiao family within a hundred years.
Back then, he was even called the number one genius in Wutan City, and all his peers in the family were his little fans and fans, and everyone was flattering and flattering in front of him.
But God seemed to want to play a huge joke on him. Three years ago, the fighting spirit in his body suddenly disappeared for no reason, causing him to fall from the altar of genius to the lowest level of the family. If it weren't for his father, he was still a member of the Xiao family.
As the patriarch of the clan, it is probably impossible for him to stay in the Xiao family.
During this morning's family test, although Xiao Yan showed an indifferent expression on the surface, deep down he was extremely unwilling and depressed.
This feeling of suddenly turning from a genius to a waste is far more devastating than being a waste in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Yan's mental age was already over thirty years old, he would have given up on himself long ago.
Xiao Yan, who had nowhere to vent his depression, spat out the grass in his mouth, raised his middle finger to the sky and shouted: "God, what the hell, am I going to fuck your grandma, did you wear me out and treat me like a piece of trash?"
"What do you call it late at night? Are you not allowed to sleep?" As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, a voice full of displeasure suddenly sounded out of thin air.
When Xiao Yan heard this, he subconsciously shouted: "Holy crap, God really has spoken!"
A figure wearing a moon-white gown suddenly stood up from the grass nearby, reached out and patted the grass clippings on his body and said dissatisfied: "What God? It's me who is talking. I just want to find a quiet place."
Do you want a place to sleep? Can’t this little wish satisfy me?”
Under the illumination of the moonlight, Xiao Yan could see the appearance of this man clearly. He looked to be in his twenties and had a face like a knife, but the most eye-catching thing was his deep eyes.
, giving people a subconscious feeling of being sucked in.
When Xiao Yan heard the complaint from this person, he cupped his hands in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know there was someone here, disturbing your sleep."
"well?"
Jiang Sheng ignored Xiao Yan's words, but looked curious, stared at the ring on his finger and said, "Strange, how could someone use breathtaking stone to make a ring?"
When Xiao Yan heard Jiang Sheng's words, he subconsciously asked: "Air-eating stone? What air-eating stone?"
"You don't know what a breath stone is?"
Hearing this, Jiang Sheng deliberately showed a surprised expression, and then asked with a somewhat strange expression: "Can you show me the ring in your hand?"
"this……"
Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, then thought about it before taking off the ring and handing it to Jiang Sheng, because he felt that the breath-eating stone in Jiang Sheng's mouth was probably the culprit that caused his fighting spirit to disappear for no reason.
After Jiang Sheng took the ring, he pretended to look at it, but secretly dropped the ring into a bag and spent some world essence to create a fake ring.
Under Xiao Yan's curious gaze, Jiang Sheng touched his chin and muttered to himself with a sure look on his face: "It is indeed an air-eating stone, and there is a lot of fighting energy stored in it."
Xiao Yan saw Jiang Sheng talking to himself and couldn't help but asked excitedly: "Brother, what exactly is the breath stone in your mouth?"
"As the name suggests, Qi Shi is a stone that can swallow fighting energy."
Xiao Yan pointed at the ring in Jiang Sheng's hand and shouted in disbelief: "Swallowing fighting spirit?! Then the reason why my fighting spirit has disappeared for no reason in the past three years is it because of it?"
"The fighting spirit disappeared for no reason three years ago? So you broke through to the level of a fighter three years ago. It seems that my little brother is very talented!"
"What do you mean?"
"This air-eating stone can't absorb all fighting qi. Only fighting qi above the level of a fighter will be swallowed by it."
Xiao Yan said: "What?! Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Sheng saw this and said calmly: "If you don't believe it, you can try practicing now to see if the fighting spirit in your body will disappear for no reason? Don't you know whether what I said is true or false?
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"This...how is this possible?!"
Xiao Yan subconsciously tried to run his own cultivation technique. Although the fighting spirit in his body was only an extra trace, it did not disappear like before. This meant that the fighting spirit in his body was really absorbed by the ring.
Already.
When Jiang Sheng saw Xiao Yan's speechless expression of ruined outlook, he suppressed a smile and said, "Do you believe it now?"
"I didn't expect that I have suffered countless cold words and ridicules in the past three years, all because of this ring?" Xiao Yan looked at the ring in Jiang Sheng's hand and said with a bitter look on his face.
Since this ring was a relic left to him by Xiao Yan's mother, he had been carrying it with him for ten years, never expecting that the culprit would be this ring.
When Jiang Sheng heard this, he seemed to say casually: "Actually, it's not a trap. After all, the fighting energy in the breath-taking stone can be extracted again."
"What? Can you still extract the fighting spirit?"
Jiang Sheng glanced at Xiao Yan with a fussy look and said: "That's right! The fighting energy in this breath-taking stone can be extracted. Many powerful fighters will use all the fighting energy in their bodies before dying.
Pour it into the breath-taking stone, and then pass on the fighting spirit-filled breath-taking stone, and their descendants can directly absorb and refine the fighting spirit in the breath-taking stone, so the breath-taking stone is also called the inheritance stone.