"Lin Fei, thank you for saving your life!"

After finding a hidden hiding place, Bu Yingjie immediately bowed to Lin Fei to express his gratitude.

Just now, everyone was just in a hurry, and they didn't introduce themselves, and when they saw Bu Yingjie calling out their names, Lin Fei was puzzled: "Do you know me?"

"Heh, the third grade cut the fifth grade, and was rewarded by the second civilization with a nine-rank soul soldier, and lured the nine-rank powerhouse of the Pure World and the Ming Sect alone!" Bu Yingjie said with a smile: "Any of these achievements can be remembered, but you have made them all! In our circle, you are a big celebrity, and you are also the object that many people want to challenge!"

Seeing Lin Fei's questioning face, Bu Yingjie arched his hand and said, "My name is Bu Yingjie, and I am Bu Cheng's grandson!"

Bu Cheng is the soul warrior of Jiupin, and he is also the guard of Huaguo.

Hearing Bu Yingjie say this, Lin Fei showed a sudden expression on his face, "You are the person of the Son of God?"

"I, I'm not a person from the Son of God!" Bu Yingjie showed a wry smile on his face, "With my strength, I am not qualified to enter the Son of God!"

Lin Fei raised his eyebrows, thinking of Xiling and the others.

The weakest of those guys are all sixth-grade low-level, and each person has a set of soul armor, and Xi Ling, who is at the peak of the sixth-grade, can even easily kill the seventh-grade low-level powerhouse!

Bu Yingjie only has a fourth-grade intermediate rank, and his combat power is equivalent to the peak of an ordinary fourth-grade, and he is a proper Tianjiao in the eyes of others, but in front of the son of God, such strength is really not enough.

"By the way, we also just got the news related to the Son of God, we didn't know about it before, how did you know that they existed?" Bu Yingjie suddenly remembered that even the descendants of these Divine Soul Warriors only knew about the existence of the Son of God, why did Lin Fei also know about it?

Lin Fei explained: "They were involved in the bait operation, and I met with them at that time. ”

Pei Yu and the others, who had been listening to the conversation between the two on the side, immediately changed their eyes when they heard that Bu Yingjie was a descendant of the Divine Soul Martial Artist.

Although several people have a special physique, they are from the grassroots and do not have prominent families. Bu Yingjie is also the descendant of the first Divine Soul Martial artist they have seen!

But listening to it, the others are a little confused.

What exactly do the two refer to as the Son of God?

"Lin Fei, what is the Son of God?

Seeing that the two ended their conversation, Pei Yu immediately leaned up and asked, and the others were also waiting for Lin Fei's explanation with puzzled expressions.

Lin Fei sat on the ground and briefly explained the origin of the Son of God, and Bu Yingjie on the side also supplemented the information he knew.

After hearing this, several people looked surprised.

"An organization composed of the strongest group of descendants of the sons of the gods!The leader can even kill the seventh rank with six ranks!" the boss of Chen's eyes glared, and said incredulously: "And they are the same age as us?"

"Hmm!" Bu Yingjie nodded with a serious face, "I heard that Xiling, the son of the Demon God, just turned twenty this year!"

"Twenty years old, I'm obedient!" Pei Yu shook his head on the side and said in a low voice: "I am nineteen years old this year, and I am a fourth-grade intermediate level. I thought I was also a top genius, but I didn't expect to be nothing compared to them!

"You're wrong!" Bu Yingjie smiled bitterly: "Actually, in our opinion, you are also Tianjiao!"

Pei Yu slowly raised his head and wondered, "Why do you say that?"

"The achievements you have now, including cultivation resources, strength, fame, and organization, are all earned by yourself! And we people have the backing of our families, and we have whatever we want, but most of the people of my generation have the strength of mine, and they do nothing!"

Bu Yingjie looked up at the top of the cave and sighed wistfully, "Actually, we are the real waste!"

Lin Fei watched Bu Yingjie from the side and did not speak.

Is Bu Yingjie a waste?

Of course not!

He is only eighteen years old this year, and he is already a fourth-rank mid-level soul martial artist. If even he is a waste, the current Revenant can basically be called a waste!

However, in Bu Yingjie's own opinion, he is indeed not a genius.

"A person who has gone to the Shura field to practice but still needs to bring guards, I may have always been such a useless person!" Bu Yingjie looked at the three guards who were meditating and recovering, and remembered that Bu Nanfeng didn't even leave a whole corpse for him, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Although Uncle Nan was sent by his grandfather to protect him secretly, Bu Yingjie himself didn't know beforehand, but Bu Yingjie still felt that he killed them.

Lin Fei looked at the look of loss and sadness on the face of this guy who was younger than himself

, knowing that he is now in a state of confusion and self-blame.

After thinking for a moment, he walked over and patted the latter on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Fei asked softly, "What is the relationship between the soul martial artist who died before and you?"

"His name is Bu Nanfeng, it's my third uncle!" Bu Yingjie choked up a little and said: "Not only the third uncle, but also other people sacrificed to protect me, they all blame me for being too useless!

"I don't think you have to blame yourself at all!" Lin Fei's words attracted Bu Yingjie's attention.

The latter clenched his fists and said indignantly: "If it weren't for my weakness, Uncle Nan wouldn't have died! If I was as strong as Xiling, Grandpa wouldn't have let Uncle Nan secretly protect me! If it weren't for ......"

Lin Fei suddenly interrupted Bu Yingjie, who was a little excited, and asked, "You think you are weak, then let me ask you, what kind of person can be regarded as a strong person?"

Bu Yingjie was stunned, and repeated in his mouth: "What kind of person is considered a strong person?"

He remembered the look of loss in the eyes of his grandfather and parents when he was sixteen years old, when the initial soul power test was only 88 points.

For the descendants of the Divine Soul Warrior, the initial soul power point of 88 is not bad, but it is only good, it is not excellent, and it does not meet the expectations of his grandfather and parents.

At that time, only Bu Nanfeng, who had been close to him since he was a child, encouraged him and taught him combat skills.

One day, the two sat under the mulberry tree to enjoy the shade, and while eating watermelon, Bu Nanfeng asked Bu Yingjie, "Yingjie, how do you think you can become a strong man?"

Bu Yingjie frowned and thought for a while, and said, "The initial soul power point is more than ninety?"

"Wrong!" Bu Nanfeng spit out the watermelon seeds in his mouth, and said earnestly: "A real strong person never thinks that he is a weak person! This is what my father and your grandfather told me." It's a pity that I didn't understand it, and now I'm telling you this sentence to see if you can understand it!"

"Uncle, you don't know my qualifications, it's good to break through to the peak of the sixth grade in this life, and the strong have nothing to do with me!"

"Hey, you stinky boy, I told you that a strong person doesn't think he's weak, why do you still think so? Let me tell you, you can be regarded as what I taught, if you can't become a strong person in the future, I won't die blind!"