Situ Yuwen looked a little embarrassed. The baptism he hosted unexpectedly had a strange person who was incompatible with any attributes. He looked back at Ling Batian's almost gloomy face that could drip ink, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.
, who could have imagined that Ling Batian, who was both talented in thunder and fire, would actually give birth to a useless son who was inferior to ordinary people.
There was a commotion in the hall, and Hua Yudie felt extremely painful, but she still lovingly protected Ling Feng in her arms and quickly retreated. Ling Batian sent away these people with all kinds of thoughts with a cold face.
The guests who came to watch the ceremony felt that they had been humiliated today.
All the guests were gone, except for the Ning family, who had already arranged a wedding for their baby earlier. A middle-aged man named Ning Wenqing was the governor of Duolong County. He had a good personal relationship with Ling Batian, so the two became in-laws.
, Mrs. Ning, who was holding her daughter, looked very unhappy. Ning Wenqing sighed and looked at Ling Batian who looked unhappy and said: "Brother Ling, don't mind too much. Even if Feng'er has no talent for cultivation, he will be able to do something else in the future."
The industry will also achieve great results.”
These words are definitely words of comfort, because all the people in Shenqi Continent practice fighting power. Even a country man understands that power and strength are the basis of everything. Ling Feng's useless body is incompatible with all seven attributes.
In the future, if he has great achievements in other areas, he will still be looked down upon by others. Ling Batian knows this very well, so he is very unhappy. He has high hopes for Ling Feng, but he did not expect that he will be disappointed.
Set your own bottom line.
"Brother Ning, you also know the situation of my family Feng'er. If you want to break off the engagement, I have no objection." Ling Batian suddenly raised his head and said, Mrs. Ning's eyes flashed with light, and her expression seemed to be much more relaxed.
, glanced at his father-in-law slightly, but Ning Wenqing coughed and said seriously: "Brother Ling, the reason why your family and I have become a Qin family is to pass on the friendship between us. Brothers don't care.
Feng'er can't practice, so my daughter can only be his wife."
Ning Wenqing's words moved Ling Batian, but made Mrs. Ning angry. Mrs. Ning snorted very displeasedly, but Ning Wenqing didn't seem to notice, but she held her hand and said: "Brother Ling, this regretful marriage
One thing, I hope I won’t mention it again in the future. When your children and I come of age, that’s when they get married. We made a vow in front of the Immortal Heaven with yellow stickers on it.”
"Brother Ning, thank you!" Ling Batian stood up and said only this. Ning Wenqing nodded and left with his wife and daughter. Ling Batian hurriedly walked to the backyard. Except for himself,
As a result of Ling Feng's stinginess, only Hua Yudie was hurt the most.
"Yudie;;;" Ling Batian opened the door, Hua Yudie held the sleeping Ling Feng in her arms, and there was a thick cloud of sadness between her brows. "You're here." The beautiful woman sighed and smiled slightly.
He raised his head. "I know you have high hopes for your child, but this is the will of Master Changshengtian." Ling Batian was not good at persuading people, so what he said was a bit lacking in confidence.
Shaking her head slightly, Hua Yudie still looked at the child in her arms lovingly, "I am happy that he cannot practice, but also sad from the bottom of my heart." Ling Batian's lips moved, Hua Yudie
But he continued: "If he can't practice, he won't be exposed to those who fight and kill, and he can live a peaceful life. This is what I have always hoped for, but his identity cannot be concealed. If
One day they know who he is, what will happen when he can't protect himself?" Two lines of clear tears fell on that peerless face, and with a "pop" sound, the cool tears fell on Ling Feng's pink face.
On the face.
"Yudie, don't worry, as long as I, Ling Batian, live for a day, Feng'er will not be bullied." Ling Batian patted his chest, but Hua Yudie slowly shook his head, still saying sadly:
"After all, you and I can't protect him for the rest of our lives." "Otherwise, I'll go find Saint Aunt, she will definitely have a way." Ling Batian couldn't bear to see Hua Yudie so sad, so he said, "No;!" Hua Yudie
He said hastily, realizing that he had lost his temper, and immediately said softly: "If Saint Aunt knew, she would only give up Feng'er and not help him. I hope you can help me hide this secret."
"Oh;;;Okay." Ling Batian sighed and agreed. Although he promised not to tell Saint Aunt, with that person's ability, she would know one day, but poor parents in the world, could he just watch it?
Watching Ling Feng be humanely destroyed by Saint Aunt?
"Even if he can't practice the power of fighting, I have to protect him so that he won't be bullied in the future." Ling Batian continued. He said this with confidence. In this world, not only the power of fighting can protect him.
myself, and other things.
Ling Feng, who was lying in swaddling clothes, had been sleeping soundly. In fact, he was pretending to sleep. Hua Yudie's two tears made him regretful. He really wanted to stand up and hug his mother and said, "Let me test it again."
." However, baptism is not a child's play after all. The extraordinary talent that originally had all the attributes has become a super loser in the eyes of everyone because of a moment of reluctance. Ling Feng does not care about what others think of him, and he is not worried that there will be others in the future.
Bullying got him, he just couldn't bear his father and mother to worry and feel sad for him.
There was no words for a night. In the days that followed, Ling Feng gradually grew up, and his practice also began to gradually advance. As he grew older, Ling Feng finally understood what the power of fighting and the spirit of fighting meant.
, the so-called power of fighting is actually to inhale the energy of heaven and earth of the same attribute to practice. Compared with Lingfeng's practice of inhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, although this kind of practice is single, it has a strong purpose and advances faster.
The force is divided into ten sections before it is condensed into the fighting spirit, and each section can increase its own strength and speed.
The fighting power that reaches the tenth level is almost equivalent to that of a worldly martial arts master. It is not a problem to lift a weight of five hundred kilograms with one hand. Once the fighting power reaches the tenth level, the practitioner will be guided by a special method.
War spirits are condensed under this method. As mentioned before, war spirits have different forms. Among them, the main combat spirits are the most powerful, which are weapons, armors, and beasts, while other auxiliary types include herbs, space backpacks, and
Lifestyle categories such as blacksmithing are relatively useless. Of course, there are also very powerful characters among these auxiliary battle spirits.
Once the people of Shenqi Continent reach the point where they have condensed a fighting spirit, they will all be awarded a medal to the fighter under the unified recognition of the Immortality Religion. This kind of medal is a medal of honor and has privileges in many places. Once a fighting spirit is condensed,
, practitioners have officially entered the world of practicing the power of fighting. From then on, practitioners are divided into nine realms, namely earth fighter, earth fighter, earth fighter, sky fighter, sky fighter
Each of these nine realms is divided into ten levels. The strength gap between each level is nearly ten times. Earth-level practitioners are strong men in the secular world, while sky-level practitioners are
It is the backbone of the major empires. As for practitioners at the starry sky level, it is the deterrent force of the major empires and will not be used easily.
The single attribute of Dou Zhili makes its practice much faster than Ling Feng's Taoist practice of Zhenqi. However, because Zhenqi practice has all attributes, Lingfeng's Taoist practice can completely destroy it in the same realm.
Practitioners of the power of fighting of any other attribute, and Ling Feng also roughly converted, his six realms of practice correspond to these nine realms in the first five realms, and the last realm of transcending tribulation and becoming an immortal is completely transcendent.
In addition to the scope of Dou Zhili's cultivation, Ling Feng couldn't help but look forward to it. If he once again stepped into the realm of transcending tribulation and becoming an immortal, would he be able to surpass this continent? However, this was what Ling Feng thought about, because he wanted to
It would be impossible to imagine the speed of cultivation in the previous life without the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
Thinking of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, Ling Feng would naturally think of his master. He thought of the old man who was a bit lustful but cared about him very much. He taught him the invincible secret, the Desert Divine Sword Technique, and gave him the ancient treasures of the Nine Dragon Cauldron and the Desert Divine Sword Technique.
He could reappear in the world through his own cultivation, but the Nine Dragon Cauldron disappeared forever. He sighed slightly, and Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Although his stinginess made Ling Feng the laughing stock of the entire Duolong County at the baptism, Ling Batian did not neglect Ling Feng in the slightest because of this. On the contrary, he loved Ling Feng even more. Sometimes, in Ling Feng's view
, he seems to be in a rather protective position.
Ling Feng was still quietly practicing Hunyuan Jue, following his own Taoist path of cultivation. Occasionally, he would release the energy in his body in the form of fighting power, and then secretly see where he had reached.
Time flies, and sixteen years passed by. If it hadn't been for a conversation he heard occasionally, Ling Feng might have kept pretending like this until the day he left this home to go out. But the scene in the back garden made him move early.
The thought of going out to practice.
"Sister, are you really leisurely and relaxed?" Hua Yudie turned around and looked over. What came was a middle-aged woman who still had charm. Although the woman looked good, the heavy makeup on her face made her look tacky.
After getting up, Hua Yudie smiled, looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Are you also interested in coming to this garden to enjoy the flowers?"
The middle-aged woman was Ling Ba Tian's first wife and first wife. She gave birth to two daughters for Ling Ba. One of the two daughters was three years older than Ling Feng, and the other was one year older than Ling Feng. Now they are both Duolong.
The most beautiful beauties in the county, and they all inherited the talent of dominating the dual attributes of sky, thunder and fire. The second daughter Lingxue's own fighting power has reached the tenth level before condensing the fighting spirit, and she is about to break through and become a fighter.
Although she does not have a son, her daughter is equally outstanding. The middle-aged woman has always been very confident in front of Hua Yudie, "I am not interested in admiring flowers. I just came to ask my sister, what is the use of your family Feng'er occupying the martial arts field now?"
, can you give it to my Xueer? You know, she is older now, and it is not good to use the martial arts arena that her sister used."
The Ling family is a big family, and even the martial arts field provided by the family for the children is very huge. These words are actually just an excuse. Hua Yudie frowned slightly, but before she spoke, the middle-aged woman
He continued: "Feng'er is now sixteen years old. It's time to learn how to do business. It's useless for him to keep that martial arts arena. It's not like my sister doesn't know what a loser he is."
There were a few beads of sweat on Hua Yudie's forehead, and her brows were very unhappy. She touched her palm gently, and a blue light flashed through, and the row of bright rose flowers in the garden disappeared in an instant.
The middle-aged woman looked stiff and said hurriedly: "I want to discuss this matter with my sister. Why should my sister be angry?"
"That martial arts arena was given to Feng'er by my master. Even if Feng'er doesn't use it, it still belongs to Feng'er. Madam, I'm afraid Xue'er will not be short of this martial arts arena." Hua Yudie is usually very docile, and also
She doesn't go out much for shopping and just stays in this small courtyard all day long, but that doesn't mean she's easy to bully. A three-series Sky Fighter is not someone who can be ignored anywhere.
"Sister, don't be angry. Although Feng'er is a loser, he is still the only male in my Ling family. The position of the head of the family will always belong to him. In the future, Yue'er and Xue'er will become Galaxy Fighting Saints, won't they still have to do it?
Take care of his younger brother." It sounded like she was very concerned, but the middle-aged woman's arrogant look made Ling Feng, who was hiding behind the rockery, extremely unhappy, especially when he saw his mother's slightly clenched hands and tight