('On the mountainside covered with weeds, the huge ancient temple looks increasingly cold and strange in the cold mountain wind;
"Pap..."
The gravel beneath his feet made a harsh sound, and the disheveled Leng Yi stopped stumbling;
He looked back at the steps leading straight to the clouds and mist, but he couldn't remember how he walked down the thousand steps and walked into this ancient temple with stacks of palaces but no one...
Looking up at the tall but lonely back of the pagoda, Leng Yi's legs weakened and he fell heavily to the ground;
When he climbed to the top of the mountain, he was a genius of the world that attracted everyone's attention, determined to shoulder the hopes of generations of people in Xichuan;
But when he walked down the mountain, he became a trash that everyone hated...
In just half a day, a world of difference!
No grade, no attributes;
But it happens to have great potential!
Such an evil bloodline almost exists only in imagination just like the illusory "Tianpin bloodline"...
In Lanchuan Continent, the origin of cultivation lies in the potential of bloodline;
In the world of cultivation that Leng Yi understands, bloodline potential is divided into three levels: "Heaven, Earth, and Mortal";
In addition to the illusory heaven-grade bloodline and the legendary earth-grade bloodline, mortal-grade bloodlines are divided into nine to first-level, which means "people are divided into nine levels." In the Xichuan cultivation world, bloodlines above the third-level mortal level are called
"Higher Bloodline";
Generally speaking, the cultivation level of an elementary bloodline in a lifetime cannot reach the most basic "Tenth Level of Body Tempering Realm"; the middle level bloodline can only reach the peak of the subsequent "Tenth Level of Bone Tempering Realm" at most;
Only high-level bloodline can break through to the "Qi Gathering Realm" after the Bone Forging Realm in one fell swoop and become a god-like existence in Xichuan;
Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline level, the greater the potential of the bloodline, the faster the cultivation speed, and the greater the achievements in the future;
Grade and potential are inseparable from each other!
However……
"waste……"
Leng Yi huddled up blankly, his delicate face twitching and convulsing unconsciously, this evil bloodline that only exists in imagination——
It actually appeared on his body alive!
This means that he can't achieve any results despite his efforts throughout his life. Even though he has superior bloodline potential, he is no different from an ordinary person;
It would be fine if he was just an ordinary person...
but--
A photographic memory, a thousand realizations after hearing, sharp ears and eyes, innate supernatural power... Those praise words used to describe the childhood of the most stunning and beautiful people in history can all be used to describe Leng Yi's twelve years of spring and autumn;
What kind of bloodline determines what kind of external performance, this is the simplest cause and effect relationship!
However……
"Trash...incomparable talent..."
"I……"
Leng Yi stiffly raised his neck, looked up at the gray sky with a pair of turbid tearful eyes, and let out a ghost-like smile in his hoarse voice -
"I'm a joke!! - Hahahaha!"
Leng Yi slumped on the ground with a sad smile, letting his cold tears slowly flow down. He could even imagine the endless sarcasm, endless ridicule, gossip, gnashing of teeth and disdain...
Xi Chuan, who once had high hopes for him, will haunt him all his life like a ghost!
How bleak, how sad!
The shrill laughter echoed in the empty and dark ancient temple, causing a terrifying echo; however, no one noticed that an imperceptible light slowly flowed through the lowered eyes of the ancient pagoda.
…
"Hey! Leng Tiantian is hiding there. It's really easy for me to find him!"
"Ah hahaha! It's really cold, so well hidden!"
"Masters! Masters! Calm down your anger... Calm down your anger!"
At this moment, a burst of bitter taunts and frightened pleas awakened the young man;
Leng Yi turned his head instinctively, only to see several sturdy slaves in brocade clothes coming arrogantly, while his father and three elders were laughing with them desperately, and in the distance there were a large number of idle people walking down the steps to the sky talking and laughing;
Looking at those arrogant faces and his father's fear, Leng Yi's heart clenched again...
"Are you just Leng Yi?"
A Hao slave came closer with dry grass in his mouth, and asked questions knowingly with a look of disdain on his face;
"yes;"
Leng Yi frowned and responded briefly;
"Hey, Leng Qicai, how do you say something? Do you know what the rules are?"
"Look, Leng Qicai is so big! Tsk tsk..."
As if they were aware of the pain in Leng Yi's heart, all the wealthy slaves winked and mocked him with all their might;
"What do you want to do;"
Leng Yi got up, stared at the slaves, and said in a cold tone;
"What are you doing? Ouch! Leng Qicai has such a loud tone!"
"That's right! I was so scared that my legs went weak..."
Looking at Leng Yi with a cold face, all the slaves became extremely excited, and all kinds of acrimony continued one after another;
"You are not looking for death!"
Leng Yi gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, slowly clenched his small fists, and a cold gaze passed through his delicate eyes;
"Leng Yi, shut up!"
Suddenly there was a familiar sharp shout, which made Leng Yi tremble all over, but he saw his father's pale and frightened face;
"Gentlemen, your children are still young..."
Seeing his father bowing and apologizing to the slave, Leng Yi quickly understood what was going on, and gritted his teeth to suppress the anger in his heart...
"Get out of the way!"
The Hao Nu roughly pushed Leng Zhengyuan away and took a step forward, raised his index finger and pointed at Leng Yi's face, bared his teeth and shouted: "You loser, say it again if you dare!"
"Master, please calm down! This bastard is so mean-spirited..."
When Leng Zhengyuan saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly stopped the wealthy slave and begged for mercy. Then he turned his head and scolded Leng Yi: "You stupid thing! Kneel down and apologize to these gentlemen!"
"I..." Leng Yi suddenly clenched his fists, but had to shut his mouth;
"You loser, are you deaf?... Leng Zhengyuan, just stay here!"
With a curse, the slave raised his hand to push Leng Zhengyuan's chest, but Leng Zhengyuan did not dare to use his cultivation to stop him, and could only stagger back two steps;
"How dare you touch my father!"
Leng Yi roared angrily, and his murderous intent came out dazzlingly!
"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied? Come and bite me if you dare!"
"Xiaoyi, stop! Stop--!!"
"I'm your grandma!!"
The pale-faced Leng Zhengyuan was so frightened that he shouted and was about to jump up and stop his son;
However, he was still a step too late. Under his extremely frightened gaze, Leng Yi suddenly lowered his figure, jumped up, and his small figure spread its wings like an eagle, kicking out in the air towards that arrogant face -
―
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the slave was kicked hard before he could dodge. His strong body rolled in the air, and a few dirty yellow teeth brought up a ray of dazzling blood in the air...
"Brothers, please destroy him!"
The powerful slave covered his face and roared, took out an iron ruler as wide as a thumb from his boot and rushed forward. All the powerful slaves took out their belongings and howled at Leng Yi;
A bunch of thugs!
Leng Yi snorted coldly, his body shook and retreated, his small body slid out like a civet cat, and quickly opened up the scene;
"Whoosh!"
An iron ruler hit Leng Yi's cheek fiercely with a sound that broke through the air; but Leng Yi didn't shy away, quickly bent his back and leaned back, and the moment the iron ruler swept towards him, a beautiful diamond iron plate bridge was hidden.
Fire this vicious blow!
Soon enough, just as Tie Chi passed by with a few strands of hair, Leng Yi suddenly put his hands on the ground, quickly retracted his legs, and then kicked out the slave's chin -
"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, and the Hao slave screamed with blood in his mouth, and fell to the ground in heavy pain;
"Go to hell!" At this moment, a riding whip sneaked up with the shadow of the whip. Leng Yi, who had just retracted his legs, turned his waist sideways. Just when the whip fell, Leng Yi stepped forward and struck an iron blow.
Knee hit that slave hard in the heart!
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Leng Yi's small right elbow hit Yi Hao Nu's neck hard...
"Plop!" There was a muffled sound, dust flew up, and in the shocked eyes of the onlookers, Leng Yi's little arm lifted a nearly two hundred kilograms slave and hit it heavily on the ground...
Such sharp skills!
At such a young age, he can actually practice martial arts to such an extent!
In just a short moment, several strong and armed slaves fell at the feet of the unarmed young man. Everyone onlookers took a deep breath of air-conditioning, and the huge mountainside became deathly silent again;
Such skill, such age...
This Leng Yi——
Is it really trash?
"Shuzi! So majestic!"
Suddenly, a loud shout resounded through the clouds thousands of feet like thunder, and the onlookers were all frightened. They saw an old man in brocade clothes standing majestically among the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, with his silver beard and white hair dancing wildly in the wind. An astonishing momentum hit his face.
Come!
Standing far away, it is already imposing;
Who else in Xichuan can be so strong!
"Cheng...Master Cheng?!"
Leng Yi suddenly trembled. The weak's instinctive fear of the strong almost made him collapse to the ground;
"Leng Yi! Kneel down quickly, Mr. Cheng!"
At this moment, Leng Zhengyuan shouted to his son with a pale face on the side. What he was most worried about had happened!
"Why! They humiliated people first..." Leng Yi replied loudly without thinking;
"You..." Leng Zhengyuan was shocked and was about to scold -
"What a fool! I just asked someone to call you over, but you beat him up like this, so arrogant and domineering at such a young age-"
Cheng Guiyun stood on the top of the mountain in the distance, his ruthless voice echoed across the mountains like rolling thunder, and his bone-shattering momentum made the onlookers extremely frightened!
"Master Cheng Mingjian! They..." Leng Yi clenched his fists tightly, trembling his legs to endure the fear that came from the bone marrow, and said loudly;
"How dare you quibble!"
There was another deafening shout, and Leng Yi's ears were shocked;
"I have no excuses..."
The stubborn young man ignored the severe pain in his ears and continued to argue persistently;
"How brave! How dare you talk back to me!" Cheng Guiyun's eyes were ferocious, and his sharp gaze was like a sharp sword -
"Zhuzi! Kneel down!"
A sharp shout, like thunder, a mountain-like pressure surged towards the young man——