Song Lang and Lao Songtou had a golden halo outside their bodies, which seemed to be guarding their safety, and outside the aperture was a white and gray scene.
"That's a cloud?!" After Song Lang saw a cloud, he immediately shouted, knowing exactly where this place was.
Dad is really unpredictable. He was still in the house at home before, but in the blink of an eye, he flew into the sky with himself, above the vast clouds. They were surrounded by gray, and there was a sea of clouds in the distance.
It surges and has the potential of thousands of horses taking off.
Song Lang was protected by his father, surrounded by golden light. He stood on the top of the sea of clouds, his mind was indescribably shocked, but his face was solemn.
"I will take you eighty thousand miles into the air, and I will take you on a tour so that you can see what the outer world is like!" Old Songtou said with a smile, his whole person became high-spirited, but there was no sense of obscenity anymore.
, unexpectedly gained an extra dose of kingly domineering power out of thin air.
When Song Lang heard his father's words, he nodded vigorously.
Following his father on a trip at an altitude of 80,000 miles, looking at the clouds and mist beneath his feet, Song Lang no longer had any doubts in his heart. He was filled with excitement and screamed in his heart: Dad is mighty!
I don’t know how long it took, but Song Lang returned to Qingshan Town with his father like a god. After traveling for nine days, Song Lang felt an inexplicable pride in his heart. He also wanted to become a practitioner and become the free immortal who traveled across the nine days.
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"Dad!"
After falling from the sky and returning home, Song Lang shouted excitedly to his father beside him.
"What?" Lao Songtou said.
"I want to practice, I want to be a practitioner like you, travel around the nine heavens, and see a different world!" Song Lang was so excited that his nosebleed almost flowed out, as if the father in front of him was the beauty that made his blood boil.
"you?"
Dad glanced at Song Lang and was stared at by Song Lang's excited eyes. He felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
Song Lang was extremely ambitious at the moment, and he felt that he was born extraordinary and had excellent aptitudes, so practicing cultivation was something he could easily do.
"Practice is an act against nature, and you will be struck by thunder from heaven!" Old Songtou said in a deep voice.
"I'm not afraid." Song Lang was truly fearless at this moment. He needed strength so that he could enter the world of heaven and humans and kill Wu Song.
"Forget it." Old Songtou saw Song Lang's firm eyes and hesitated to speak. He said to Song Lang: "Actually, I came to the human world to recruit a few disciples!"
"What? Are you coming to the human world to take on a disciple?!!!"
"Disciple pays homage to master!" Song Lang heard this and was about to kowtow.
"I'll slap you to death, I'm your father!" Old Song roared with a dark face. After spending more than ten years together day and night, he really regarded Song Lang as his own heir.
Although Old Songtou was scolding, his performance at this moment was extremely emotional, which made Song Lang's face suddenly burst into ecstasy. In fact, the two of them had been living together for more than ten years. In the hearts of the two of them, the elder and the younger,
They all regard each other as relatives.
"Your foundation is still not very good, so I can't teach you your cultivation skills yet," Old Songtou said.
"Ah?" Song Lang opened his mouth wide, and his whole body was shocked.
"You are just a martial arts student now, not even a martial arts master, and you still want to learn to practice?" Dad said disdainfully: "I also have a technique suitable for your current practice. You can do it if you want, but there is not much development prospect. If
If your foundation is not stable, even if you practice for ten thousand years, you still won't be able to kill Wu Song."
Song Lang was stunned, what should he do?
"When you become a master of martial arts, I will teach you a world-shattering art!" Old Songtou said in a deep voice.
Song Lang was slightly relieved when he heard this. Although the martial arts master is considered a big shot in Jingwu Town, his kung fu is getting deeper and deeper now, and he is only half a step away from becoming a martial arts master.
"Really? How long will it take for me to practice before I have the strength to challenge Wu Song?" Song Lang asked, amazing knowledge also requires constant practice. If you don't practice, how can you gain powerful power?