"No fight, no fight." Lin Xiao's body fell downwards and said loudly: "I give up."
Su Ge, who had used the pressure of the Holy Realm, was definitely not something he could defeat.
However, he also became certain of one thing, Su Ge was really a strong man in the Holy Realm!
It's not that Lin Xiao can't accept losing to a strong man in the holy realm.
Su Ge obviously had no interest in fighting anymore. He closed his domain and fell quickly. When he was about to hit the ground, the speed of his fall slowed down for an instant, and finally he fell back to the ground lightly.
The two of them walked towards brother and sister Luo Yunxiao, Leng Shu and Li Qianfan.
"Master."
Brother and sister Luo Yunxiao were very excited. They were honored to have such a powerful master.
Su Ge nodded slightly, then looked at Leng Shu and Li Qianfan, and said with a smile: "You guys are awake."
Li Qianfan asked: "Did you save me?"
"He is the one who saves you." Lin Xiao pointed at Su Ge, "It's hard for me to protect myself in the super black mist tide, but I don't have the ability to save you."
"My lord, Li Qianfan, thank you for saving me!" Li Qianfan looked at Su Ge and solemnly thanked him.
"Are you Li Qianfan?" Lin Xiao asked in surprise: "Medicine King Li Qianfan?"
Lin Xiao also heard about this famous medicine king.
Li Qianfan smiled and said: "That's right."
Although his strength is not as good as Su Ge and Lin Xiao, his medicine refining skills are among the best in the entire Tianyuan Continent. Naturally, he is very proud in his heart. Even when facing the powerful in the Holy Realm, he remains indifferent.
"The best alchemy master in the world, I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence." Lin Xiao sighed.
"Thank you, sir." Li Qianfan said modestly.
"What about you? Do you have any special identity?" Lin Xiao looked at Leng Shu curiously.
The three people saved by Su Ge, including Lin Xiao himself, seemed to have special identities.
Everyone's eyes turned to Leng Shu.
Leng Shu was silent for a moment and saluted Su Ge: "Leng Shu, thank you for saving my life!"
Su Ge and Li Qianfan had never heard of Leng Shu's name before, so they didn't have any special reaction.
But Lin Xiao vaguely felt that the name seemed a bit familiar, and couldn't help but think about it carefully.
"Leng Shu... surnamed Leng..."
Lin Xiao was very sure that he must have heard this name somewhere.
The name and identity that can leave an impression on him are definitely extraordinary.
Suddenly, Lin Xiao raised his head: "I remembered! Leng Shu, the son of the Ice Sword Saint! Am I right?"
Hearing this, Leng Shu's heart sank. Being recognized was not a good thing for him.
Li Qianfan and others looked at Lin Xiao doubtfully: "Ice Sword Master?"
Lin Xiao nodded and said: "Not many people may remember the name of the Ice Sword Master now, but if we go back a few hundred years, you will definitely know the Ice Sword Master, because he was as famous as he was at that time.
As for the current genius swordsman Chi Yunfei, his talent is even more terrifying than Chi Yunfei..." Speaking of this, Lin Xiao sighed with some regret, "It's a pity that in a battle with a holy realm monster,
, he died together with the strange demon from the holy realm, and was never heard from again."
Everyone was dumbfounded, they didn't expect Leng Shu to be so powerful!
"Wait, hundreds of years ago? You mean, this uncle is already hundreds of years old?" Luo Yunhuan's eyes widened.
Generally speaking, martial arts cultivators who are hundreds of years old in the Nirvana realm are very old in appearance. Leng Shu looks ordinary, but he is actually hundreds of years old!
Leng Shu remained silent and did not deny it.
Lin Xiao looked at Leng Shu and sighed: "Since I can remember, I have always heard that you have been apprenticed everywhere. You have crossed the threshold of all the Holy Realm families and Holy Realm sects in the Tianlan Empire, but no one is willing to accept you.
You... I didn’t expect you to come to the Demonic Sea of Mist."
After Lin Xiao uncovered the painful scar in his heart, Leng Shu's face turned a little ugly: "If you want to laugh at me, sir, just feel free to laugh at me. I'm used to it anyway."
"Scoffing? No, no, no, I'm not that boring." Lin Xiao shook his head, "I'm just curious, why do you insist on worshiping a holy person as your teacher? You should know very well that they can't waste resources.
In your body, even if you are the son of the Ice Sword Master."
The Ice Sword Master is dead, so the love has naturally ended.
Those who had good friendships with the Ice Sword Master in the past would be good if they did not add insult to injury. Even if there were some who were nostalgic for their old feelings, the most they could do was to save Leng Shu's life, but it was impossible to invest too many resources in Leng Shu.
A martial artist with ordinary talent will have a hard time setting foot in the Holy Realm no matter how much resources he invests!
Leng Shu was able to reach the eighth level of Nirvana only because of the resources left by the Ice Sword Master. This is already a miracle. It is difficult to go further!
There seems to be only a few small realms between the eighth level of Nirvana and the holy realm, but to Leng Shu, these small realms are like a chasm!
"Most holy realms are very realistic." Li Qianfan nodded. As the King of Medicine, he also had interactions with strong men in the holy realm.
Leng Shu was silent for a moment, then laughed at himself: "Do you think I want this? To be pushed around like a beggar, hated by everyone?"
He is the son of the Ice Sword Master, and he cares about his dignity more than the average person.
"Indeed, with my talent, even if I become a disciple of the Holy Realm, the hope of setting foot in the Holy Realm is slim... But."
Speaking of this, Leng Shu raised his head, his emotions became a little excited, and his voice was a little deafening: "But what can I do? I can barely see a little hope by becoming a disciple of the Holy Realm. If I don't become a disciple of the Holy Realm, what will happen to me?
It is impossible for you to step into the Holy Realm in your lifetime! I am different from geniuses like you! I did not inherit my father’s talent! You can just practice casually and step into the ninth level of Nirvana Realm, or even step into the Holy Realm, but what about me?”
Leng Shu's eyes turned red and he roared loudly: "I have spent most of my life, exhausted the resources left by my father, and gone through countless hardships and hardships, but I am still being overtaken by you juniors one by one. Until now, I can't even see my feet.
The hope of the Holy Realm! Hundreds of years! How many hundreds of years can life last? Tell me, what can I do?"
How he hopes to inherit his father's legacy, shine as brightly as his father, and write a legendary life.
Even if he could not reach his father's height, he did not want to embarrass his father or leave a stain on his father's legendary life.
But the reality is so cruel!
The son of a genius did not inherit the talent of a genius.
Seeing Leng Shu, whose mood was a little broken, everyone couldn't help but fall silent.
It took hundreds of years, consumed countless resources, and experienced numerous hardships to barely reach the eighth level of Nirvana. For ordinary people, this may be something to be proud of, but for Leng Shu, this result may be difficult to accept.
After all, he is the son of the Ice Sword Saint!
The son of the Ice Sword Saint, this identity is like a heavy mountain to him, weighing him down.?
