When Han Ding pushed open the door of the old house, he saw the mess all over the ground. His dark eyes shot out a cold light, and his fists unconsciously clenched again, as if he wanted to squeeze out water.
Quickly walking into the hall, three young men in brocade uniforms of similar age were surrounding a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's rough clothes were torn in several places, and his face was full of anger. Although he was not short in stature,
, but his pale face already showed that he could not hide the fact that he was in poor health. - He was Han Ding's father, Han Aotian.
Needless to say, Han Ding also guessed that the other two members of the Han family had come to cause trouble at home again. He was so angry that he rushed over without any explanation, and hit the young man who took the lead with his clenched fist: "Han Yu!"
The young man named Han Yu had noticed Han Ding when he pushed the door open. Now seeing him attacking him, he showed a contemptuous smile and kicked him.
"Bang——"
Undoubtedly, Han Ding, who had not cultivated any spiritual power, was kicked out and hit hard against the wooden wall next to the main entrance of the hall.
"Pah - clatter"
The old house is old, how can the thin wooden walls withstand the kick of a level 6 spirit person? Then there was a "bang" sound, which was the sound of the wall collapsing, and the rotten wood hit Han with a hazy dust.
Ding's delicate body.
"Ding'er——" Han Aotian shouted, but after these two words, there was no further content. At this time, the other two young men in brocade clothes moved and attacked him, with punches that sounded loud and clear.
Feng Sheng's spiritual power was obviously not weak. With two against one, Han Aotian, whose veins had been damaged for ten years, was quickly put at a disadvantage.
"A good-for-nothing who is fifteen years old and can't even understand the art of communication dares to show his teeth and claws in front of this young master!" Han Yu chuckled.
In Fengyuan Continent, if one's veins cannot channel spirits, it means that one cannot practice cultivation and can only live at the bottom of society. Only those who become spiritual masters through one's veins can have the opportunity to stand out and become respected spiritual masters.
Indeed, becoming a spiritual master is everyone’s dream. But unfortunately, the channeling of channels requires the guidance of the most spiritual things in heaven and earth, and all of these most spiritual things are of sky-high price. Therefore, in the end, one can use channels to channel spirits.
Most of those who reach the highest level of the world through psychics are the children of major forces. This has also created a pattern in Fengyuan Continent where the strong become stronger and the weak become weaker.
After taunting Han Ding, Han Yu turned back to look at Han Aotian, and happened to see the fists of his two partners falling on the good-for-nothing third uncle. After two "bang bangs", blood oozed from the corners of Han Aotian's mouth.
"The father is a waste, the son is a waste, you father and son are really amazing!" Han Yu continued to sneer, his tone as vicious as a rattlesnake in the mountains.
"Don't insult my father!"
As soon as Han Yu finished his words, a violent roar erupted from the collapsed pile of dead wood. Immediately, with a "crash", a gray-headed Han Ding walked out of it, his face that was already darkened by the sun was painted by the dust.
, it was so gloomy that people were afraid of it, and the chill in the eyes of the stars seemed to freeze the living room.
Han Ding walked very slowly because Han Yu's kick was so heavy that his bones seemed to fall apart. Coupled with the crushing pressure of the collapsed old wall, he had already been injured. Fortunately, he had been injured for more than ten years.
The hard life has long sharpened his character to be far tougher than his peers, so he can endure this pain, which is not a minor one in the eyes of ordinary people. When he heard Han Yu insult his father, all the energy in his body burst out,
He only wants to maintain the dignity of the former strongest man in the town.
Looking at Han Ding's eyes like a wounded lion, Han Yu actually took a step back, but then he stopped again, "Why should you be afraid of him? I am a well-known genius, a member of the Han family, the head of the four major families in the town.
Heir, even if I kill him, no one will say that I am not good at all, not to mention, it was my father who asked me to take back the old house today!"
Thinking of this, disdainful eyes shot out of Han Yu's eyes again, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his face, "Since you ask for death, I will grant you your wish!"
What a young master, Han Ding sneered in his heart, if it weren't for my father, would the Han family be as prosperous as it is now? The anger in his eyes was even worse, and the pace under his feet could not help but speed up again.
"It's you who is seeking death, not me who ignores the friendship of the same clan!" Han Yu looked at Han Ding who was going crazy, his face became more ferocious, he channeled his power to his left foot and kicked Han Ding in the Dantian.
"die!"
"I'll fight you!"
The roars of the two men rippled through the room at the same time. Han Aotian was so startled that he ignored his opponent's attack and turned to look at his son, only to see a toe with a faint white light landing on his son's Dantian.
"don't want--"
Han Aotian shouted loudly, but then his long roar was interrupted.
“Bang bang bang”
There were three rings in total, two of which came from Han Aotian's body, and one from Han Ding's body.
Han Aotian fell down in response, but Han Ding still stood upright.
Han Yu was shocked. He was a sixth-level spiritualist, a leader among the younger generations of his family, but his full kick could not shake Han Ding, who was not yet psychic. How could this be possible?
Still in shock, a violent energy surged out of Han Ding's Dantian. This energy was so powerful that it actually made Han Yu feel like a small boat swaying in the vast sea.
The power surged out, and Han Yu was immediately knocked away, destroyed, and unable to resist.
"Bang——" Han Yu hit the dilapidated wall hard and broke out.
The sudden change shocked the three people next to him.
Slowly, Han Ding cast his eyes on the two young men in brocade clothes who were besieging his father. His lips were slightly opened, and an ancient and majestic voice rippled through the room: "Get out!"
It wasn't Han Ding's voice at all.
How could the two teenagers resist the almost substantial pressure? That seemingly peaceful look had already made the two of them pale. After the word "go" was spoken, both of them felt a sweetness and a wisp of blood in their throats at the same time.
Overflowing from the mouth. Without bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of the mouth, the two teenagers exclaimed "Ghost!" at the same time, got into the hole in the wall that was broken by Han Yu, and ran away like flying while holding Han Yu up.
The screams of the two teenagers woke up Han Aotian. Only then did he notice that the look on his son's face was extremely majestic, calm and inviolable, just like the legendary Spirit Emperor when he was angry.
Holding back his fear, Han Aotian climbed up from the ground, walked tremblingly in front of Han Ding, and called softly: "Ding'er, Ding'er!"
"Dad, what happened just now? You weren't hurt by them, were you?" After a while, the sacred majesty on Han Ding's face gradually faded and he answered.
"Dad is fine, but you..." Han Aotian dusted off his son's body and asked worriedly: "Did you find anything wrong?"
"Something's wrong?" Listening to his father's words, Han Ding also felt that it was strange to suddenly lose consciousness just now. He carefully checked his body and found that something seemed to be moving in his lower abdomen, as if there was a fetus.
"I felt something squirming in my Dantian, just like... just like the pregnant Mrs. Wang said her baby was kicking her in the belly!" It was a strange feeling. Han Ding didn't know how to answer, so he thought
After waiting for a long time, I finally found a very reluctant metaphor, and said it submissively with a red face.
Fetal movement?
Han Aotian was overjoyed. Isn't this a sign that his meridians are channeled? Ever since he was kicked out of the Han family, isn't what he has been waiting for his son's meridians to be channeled? Now it's finally here, it's finally here! How could he not?
ecstatic?
"Ding'er, this is a symbol of psychic channels. This is a symbol of psychic channels! Tell dad, what happened when you went to the back mountain today? Did you find psychic grass?"
Psychic grass is also one of the most spiritual medicines in the world. It is said that this thing grows on Piaomiao Peak in Tianlin Town.
Legend has it that among the "One Pavilion, Two Sects and Three Major Sects", the most powerful Zixiao Pavilion was able to dominate the Eastern Region because its founder found a psychic grass on Piaomiao Peak.
"No!" Han Ding shook his head and said: "When the child was looking for psychic grass in the back mountain, he accidentally broke into a cave and saw a fruit in the cave. It was about the size of a goose egg, completely red and very fragrant.
And it was still emitting a faint light, so I thought it was not an ordinary thing, so I went to pick that fruit!"
"What happened next?" Although Han Aotian had never seen such a fruit, but based on Han Ding's description, he also thought that this fruit must be extraordinary, so he asked impatiently.
"As soon as the child got close to the fruit, he suddenly felt a pain in his back and fainted. When I woke up again, I found that I was entangled by a big snake as thick as the mouth of a bowl. I couldn't breathe. Just when the child thought that he was bound to die,
, the wild snake actually relaxed a little, and the child panicked, so he bit it seven inches wide and drank up the snake's blood. At that time, his lower abdomen felt as uncomfortable as being burned, and he lay there for a long time before the strangeness disappeared, and the child returned.
Got a home..."
"Where's the fruit?" Every spiritual creature will have ferocious beasts waiting for him. After hearing his son's narration, Han Aotian was sure that the fruit was a treasure, so when he heard that his son had returned home without picking the fruit, he felt very anxious.
He asked quickly without even thinking about why Han Ding was able to channel psychic energy.
"Gone!" Han Ding glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye. His usually serious father looked anxious at this moment, scratching his head and ears with a very strange expression.
"It's gone?" Han Aotian was shocked, "Then why is there the breath of fetal movement in your Dantian again? Could it be that it was eaten by the snake, and then refined by the snake and transferred to your body?"
Han Aotian was a smart man, and he quickly guessed the whole story. He calmed down and said to his son seriously: "Since the spiritual fruit is given by heaven, Ding'er should go to shape the pulse first."
"Dad, that fruit..."
"Don't worry about the fruit for now. Since you are already psychic, shaping the spiritual veins first is more important than anything else." Han Aotian interrupted his son with a wave of his hand, "Do you still remember the pulse shaping method I taught you?"
Han Ding nodded. He had been waiting for this day. How could he forget?
"Well, go to the ancestral hall immediately and shape your spiritual veins there!" Han Aotian said and had already left the door, looking impatient.