In the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe sat in the upper seat, looking helplessly at a lazy young man below.
I saw the young man wearing an exquisite black robe with purple stripes, long flowing black hair, eyebrows like swords but slightly curved, pupils as deep as the stars, slightly thin lips but not feminine, and handsome and angular cheeks
, one leg was raised on the armrest, and he leaned against the chair as if he was weak.
The young man looked at the middle-aged man and said helplessly: "Dad, I really don't want to practice..."
Ling Qianhai, who was sitting on the chair, heard the young man's words and cursed loudly: "Look at you, other people's young masters with the weakest talents are at the sixth level of body refining."
Speaking of this, Ling Qianhai slapped the armrest, and a red-blue air wave spurted out from his right palm. "Hi!" The armrest of the chair made of black wood turned into dust and fell.
With a smile on his face, the young man replied with an infuriating remark, "The young masters of other families are not as rich as ours."
Ling Qianhai almost choked to death at his words, with a look of helplessness on his face. He stood up and put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth for a few steps.
Then he turned back to look at this bastard and sighed: "I relied on various elixirs to feed you to the fifth level of body refining. Can't you grow some snacks? Your father's face is so embarrassing.
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The young man had already covered his ears, but he was still muttering, "Who told them to be poor? It's because I was born too well." His tone was not at all proud, but also had an...innocent flavor. What a hell.
The Ling family is the largest family in Qingxuan City. It only took three years for it to rise, from being talked about by no one to being the strongest family that everyone has heard of.
The credit for this is none other than the head of the Ling family, Ling Qianhai, who has the strength of the third level of Naxuan. No one knows where he comes from, but they deeply remember the man who stood with an old man at Qingxuan three years ago.
There are rumors in front of the city gate that he will challenge all the top players in the city.
The listeners all smiled faintly, but they never thought that three days later, he would actually step into the front door of each family.
From body refining to pulse refining, what is even more surprising is that as the lord of Qingxuan City, the city lord with the powerful strength of the first level of Naxuan could not stop him, and was even forced into the house and robbed him of a cup of 'Qingxuan Ancient Tea'.
It took ten years to get a cup of this tea, and the city lord himself was reluctant to drink it, so he hid it in his bedroom. He didn't know how Ling Qianhai dug it out.
He brewed a whole pot of ancient tea that he had treasured for decades. After drinking one cup, the city lord said in his murderous eyes, "Return to ancient tea, even rainwater tastes better than this." After saying that, he picked up the teapot and placed it in the cup.
In the city lord's hopeful eyes.
Throw it away, yes, the ancient tea that only lasted ten years was thrown away by Ling Qianhai. The last second he was thinking that Ling Qianhai didn't like drinking it, so he could always have a sip, which could make up for it a little bit.
loss.
But he never thought that the next second there was a crisp sound, and the teapot fell to the ground and broke into pieces. His heart also broke to the ground along with the teapot.
Except for Ling Qianhai, everyone who was present three years ago will never forget the twitching of the corner of the city lord's mouth, the blue veins on his forehead, the clenched and trembling fists as big as sandbags, and the eyes fixed on Ling Qianhai's slowly leaving back.
Dare to go up and vent.
From then on, whenever the city lord saw a person wearing black clothes walking behind his back, he would catch that person and beat him up. For a long time, no one dared to wear black clothes on the streets.
The Ling family has been rising through the ranks without any obstacles, but it is strange to say that except for Ling Qianhai and Ling Feng, the others in the Ling family are servants and guards recruited from outside. It can be called an epic legend, but there is one incompetent one.
's son.
Ling Feng is already fifteen years old, but because he has no intention of practicing, Ling Qianhai forcefully gave him various body-tempering elixirs to reach the fifth level of body refining. Other young masters can reach the fifth level of body refining even without elixirs.
It's just a matter of time.
Body refining is just a foundation, a foundation that allows your body to withstand more power. If your physical body is not good enough but you forcefully absorb the mysterious energy to break through the refining veins, it will just explode like a ball full of air!
Because the meridians throughout the body are blocked, no matter how talented a warrior you are, the first step is to conscientiously temper your body to reach the ninth level of body refining.
But there is a faster method, which is the elixir. It takes hundreds of years for the essence of the sun and the moon to grow into a elixir.
The effect of using this elixir to exercise the body is incomparable to that of ordinary exercisers, because the use of the elixir strengthens the body from the inside to the outside, and is all-round, but at the same time, you can imagine how precious it is.
Ling Qianhai knows his son's character very well, so if he hears that there is a magical medicine somewhere, he should forget about it. He is the one who ranks first when it comes to wealth and martial arts. He has learned from the mistakes of Qingxuan City Lord, so who dares to follow him?
Rob.
But for the elixirs that our Ling Master has worked so hard to collect, this bastard said that these elixirs were too bitter and that others couldn’t eat them if they wanted to. This bastard still looked disgusted, which is simply cheap!
Ling Qianhai looked sideways at Ling Feng and opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly a servant's scream came from outside the door.
Ling Qianhai frowned, turned around, and strode out without looking back, saying, "You little bastard, stay calm and don't run around."
As soon as Ling Qianhai walked out of the courtyard, several guards were running towards him in a panic. When they saw Ling Qianhai kneeling on the ground, he said in fear and anxiety: "Master, three men in black robes broke in, my subordinates.
We can't stop them!" Ling Qianhai glanced at them lightly, "Where is Uncle Wang?"
"Uncle Wang is stalling with the enemy for time so that we can inform the head of the family."
"Well, then why don't you come with me to protect the Ling family? There will be a big reward afterwards."
"This..." The guards looked at each other with hesitation on their faces. The first one stepped forward, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists, saying: "Master, why don't you let me protect the young master? There will be no one around the master when the master leaves.
, as long as I'm waiting, I can take care of you."
Ling Qianhai nodded when he heard the words, and passed between them with his hands behind his back. The excitement of the three guards could not be concealed under their lowered eyes, and there were smiles on their faces.
The leading guard stood up and wanted to look for Ling Feng, but his face suddenly stiffened. He turned around like lightning and punched out. What was strange was that the punch was like a violent wave that blew away the layers of floor tiles.
Ling Qianhai didn't leave. He didn't know when he stood behind the three of them. His face was unruffled. He looked at the impact of profound energy in front of him and lightly stretched out a hand. Then there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the air like a big net.
Generally, it blocked the debris from the explosion, and there was still a faint fist mark in the air.
The guard's pupils shrank and he chuckled: "So what if we are discovered, we are..." Just mid-sentence, he looked around in disbelief. The fragments that originally surrounded Ling Qianhai were gone.
The two companions around him collapsed on the ground, their bodies covered in fragments. Blood was oozing out from countless wounds. One of the unlucky hands was cut off by a turbulent flow, and blood could not be stopped from the cut. Both sides
The individual still maintained a defensive posture, but his dim eyes told him that he was dead.
This situation was far beyond his expectation. Ling Qianhai was only at the third level of Naxuan, and he was at the fourth level. Two of his colleagues died tragically without even noticing what Ling Qianhai had done!
"Breaking waves"
The guard's face changed drastically, and he drew out his sword with a cold shout. The sword was smooth and full of beauty, definitely not something that a small guard could own. Then the fierce and domineering sword light struck Ling Qianhai, and the courtyard wall was covered by the sword.
The gas cut made a series of scratches.
But Ling Qianhai still stretched out a hand, as if with this hand, no matter what unique tricks you use, you can't hurt him at all.
The hand kept enlarging in the guard's eyes, and he suddenly woke up. Ling Qianhai was still standing there as if nothing had happened, but the remaining traces everywhere made him have to believe it.
The guard's chapped lips wriggled, and a horrified voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "You...uh?!" Before he could finish speaking, the distant Ling Qianhai flashed in front of him like a ghost, and grabbed his hand with his big hand.
The neck twisted slightly.
"Click!"
The sound of cracking bones came from the guard's neck. Before he died, the guard seemed to have seen a hint of amusement in Ling Qianhai's eyes. After he casually threw the fourth-level Naxuan aside like a chicken, Ling Qianhai
He left leisurely with his hands behind his back.
…
Ling Feng was originally sitting on the chair very calmly, looking at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall from time to time, but as time went by he became a little uneasy, because in his opinion, his father was already the strongest person here.
It’s hard to say how good my life was when I came here years ago.
"Why hasn't father come back yet?" Ling Feng frowned and thought for a while, but even though he was worried, he didn't run out rashly.
He can't go out with this strength. Even if he goes out, what can he do? His father may be in a stalemate with his opponent. If he is caught, his father will become passive. This is not good.
His fingertips tapped on the armrest, and time passed by bit by bit, but at this time Ling Feng felt that a long, long time had passed...
"Da da…"
"No, I want to go take a look."
Just as Ling Feng stood up, Ling Qianhai suddenly rushed in from the door. His clothes were torn and there was even a blood stain on his forehead.
"Father!? What's going on?"
"If you're not in a hurry, tell me more. You can leave immediately and go out through the secret passage." Ling Qianhai seemed to be in a hurry. As he spoke, he took Ling Feng and walked towards the door.
With a few clicks of footsteps, he appeared in the backyard and ran towards the room where the guards lived. There were clear stones on the corners of the surrounding rooms. It could be seen that Ling Qianhai treated his subordinates very well.
Arriving at an unopened room at the back, Ling Qianhai turned around and looked at his son.
He looked very carefully, looking down from his hair, and finally stopped at Ling Feng's eyes. Ling Feng also looked at his father. In Ling Feng's eyes, Ling Qianhai had always been so mighty and domineering, but today he was so embarrassed.
Ling Qianhai looked at Ling Feng and said: "Feng'er has grown up. There is no need to say more. Remember this technique. My father has his own things to do. Don't blame your mother for not accompanying you. In fact, we all hope that you will
I can live an ordinary life."
As Ling Qianhai spoke, his ten fingers flashed so fast that it was impossible to see them clearly with the naked eye. Slowly, a purple dragon and a blue lion appeared, twining and flying between his palms. It was so magical.
"Remember?"
"kindness."
"Do it for me"
It's strange to say that Ling Feng actually remembered it in such a short breath. After saying that, he quickly made seals with both hands. After a few seconds, the red light condensed, but there was no beast soul surging like Ling Qianhai.
When Ling Feng finished, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Qianhai. His eyes were completely different from before. There was confusion and confusion in his eyes. It seemed that there were suddenly many things in his mind. That was when he was ten years old.
memory.
"Okay, as expected of my Ling Qianhai's sons, they are all equally talented!" Ling Qianhai raised his head and laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Ling Feng's shoulder vigorously and said: "Go, this is just the beginning.
Live."
Ling Qianhai's voice echoed in the quiet room, and a staircase leading to the ground suddenly appeared. Ling Qianhai thrust a key into Ling Feng's hand, and pushed Ling Feng into an unknown passage.
The mouth closed in an instant, and Ling Feng glanced at Ling Qianhai's back through the gap.