On the back mountain, under the guidance of Long Lao, Long Tian practiced the spiritual skills he learned yesterday over and over again.

This time, Long Lao didn't ask him to be able to split the third thunderbolt, after all, it was still too reluctant for Long Tian, who had just entered the Lingxi Realm now, and if he accidentally injured the foundation, he would be in trouble.

Boom, Long Tian's lightning bolt slashed down, obviously bigger than the pit around him, this was the strongest lightning bolt he had slashed today.

Long Lao walked over, looked at it, and said, "Well, it's good, it's good, it's a lot of progress this time, and you can be regarded as an entry into the first form of this spiritual technique." When Long Tian heard this, he almost jumped up happily, Long Lao frowned, and continued: "Don't be so happy first, ninety-nine eighty-one lightning, you can only barely split three ways, this third way, or barely split out, do you know the reason?"

Long Tian nodded and said, "Grandpa Long, I know, it's because my current cultivation is still shallow and my spiritual power is not enough to support it, I will cultivate hard and I won't relax." With that, he made a gesture of reassurance.

Long Lao knocked on his head and said, "You, can you not be so smart, you have said everything that should be said, improve yourself, don't be greedy, okay, that's all for today, you go back and rest." ”

"Oye!" Long Tian was so tired that he couldn't move, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was sticky and uncomfortable. After saluting Long Lao, he left the back mountain and went home.

Long Tian walked on this verdant path, whistling, and thinking about the harvest of today's cultivation as he walked, feeling very happy.

"Oops. Long Tian thought as he walked, forgot to look at the road in front of him, and bumped into something he didn't know about. Rubbing his head and looking up, it turned out to be Feng Ling, who had been beaten before.

Today's Feng Ling seems to be a little different, arrogant, I don't know what makes him so proud. Long Tian said with a smile: "Feng Ling, didn't you see the little master walking on this road? and crash into it, did it hurt you last time, or did I say that I gave you medicine to recover too well, and the scar forgot the pain?"

Feng Ling was a little annoyed and angry, and said, "Last time it was just your luck, don't be too arrogant!"

Raising his eyebrows, Long Tian stared at him tightly, and said, "Is it, then fight again today?" Long Tian's mind began to be active again, the spiritual skills he had just cultivated had not been taken out in actual combat, take him to test the water, hehe.

Feng Ling was obviously a little angry, this kid was too arrogant, and responded: "Come on, I'm afraid of you, see if I don't beat you all over the ground this time!" With that, Feng Ling opened his hands, and released cyan aura with both hands, and soon two tornadoes were formed, the same as the previous moves, but this time the energy seemed to be more powerful than before.

Long Tian smiled, he didn't panic at all, he stood there, and he didn't plan to hide, Feng Ling thought he was scared, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, he had made such rapid progress.

However, Long Tian was not frightened at all, he was not afraid, and he didn't put it in his eyes at all. The figure jumped and shouted: "Thunder Fist First Style: Shocking!" The thunderclouds slowly emerged behind Long Tian, and fine lightning shuttled through the thunderclouds.

Feng Ling panicked, why did it take just a few days? Why did I eat the dragon's blood fruit, but it was not as good as him?

Long Tian didn't know Feng Ling's mental activity, and clenched his right hand into a fist, "Thunder!" Two bolts of lightning slashed down in the direction of the fist, and the oncoming tornado quietly dissipated.

Long Tian glanced at him and said, "You, but that's it, don't provoke the master again in the future, otherwise I will beat you up." With that, Long Tian turned around and left.

Feng Ling was so angry that he couldn't speak, and suddenly, Feng Ling seemed to think of something, and he smiled.

Long Tian heard his laughter and stopped, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahahahaha..."Feng Ling laughed louder and louder, and said contemptuously: "Who do you think you are now?Son of the Beastmaster?Don't forget that the current Beastmaster is the Wind King, and Emperor Hong is already in the past, what do you have to do?"

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, Long Tian's body trembled violently, father, father gave way, why?

Feng Ling looked at Long Tian's reaction, his expression became even more proud, he stepped forward, patted Long Tian on the shoulder, and said, "It's thanks to you, if you hadn't injured me, how could my father and the Wind King take advantage of the question, hahahahaha, thank you so much." ”

"Don't bother Lao Tzu!" Long Tian roared, his hands clenched into fists, the purple flame instantly wrapped his fist, boom, Feng Ling was knocked away by a punch, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and wisps of burnt smell wafted from the place where he was hit.

Feng Ling was frightened and said tremblingly: "You... You dare to beat me, my father is the right-hand man of the Wind King, you dare to beat me, me?"

Long Tian turned around, his face was a little hideous at this moment, and he said coldly: "If you talk nonsense again, I will kill you now." Feng Ling originally wanted to say a few more cruel words, but when he saw Long Tian at this moment, when he reached his throat, he withdrew it into his stomach.

Long Tian ignored Feng Ling, quickly returned home, and went straight to Emperor Hong's room.

At this time, Emperor Hong was distressed, how to tell Tian'er about this, and couldn't help patting his head. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, which was relatively hurried.

Emperor Hong was about to walk up and open the door, but he didn't expect the door to be pushed open, and a blue figure threw himself into his arms, sobbing slightly. Emperor Hong looked at Tian'er at a loss, he must have already known about it, alas.

Emperor Hong didn't say anything, just gently stroked his back and gave him comfort, at this moment, Emperor Hong, looking at Tian'er's eyes, was not only distressed, but also resolute.

After a long time, Tian'er finally quieted down, he looked up and looked at his tall father, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and the blue hair on both sides was also wet with tears, he looked at his father quietly, and his father also looked at him.

"Father, I'm sorry. ”