Northern Wasteland, Qingyun City.

Qingyun Academy, the place where the geniuses of Qingyun City gather, the wealthy nobles of Qingyun City, and the children of officials and eunuchs, all tried every means to enter it.

In Qingyun City, entering Qingyun Academy is a road to a martial arts powerhouse.

The mountain behind Qingyun Academy!

Looking into the distance, the remnant sun is like blood, a piece of orange red, at this time it has entered the twilight autumn, and the leaves of the back mountain fall a few pieces from time to time, adding a bit of poignancy to this scene.

"Hey, it still doesn't work!"

The boy sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff smashed his fist into the dirt beside him.

The stubborn face showed unwillingness, why did he work so hard and work so hard, this body is just not angry.

I can't accumulate a trace of spiritual power.

"It's been three years!"

The young man's thoughts slowly returned to three years ago, when his sister and brother came to this Qingyun City, bought a remote courtyard, and settled here.

His childhood memories are stuck three years ago, when he first arrived in Qingyun City, he was twelve years old and she was fifteen years old.

His sister told him that his family had suffered a catastrophe, and now only the two of them were left, and they fled all the way to Qingyun City, and his memory was also injured on the way.

"Yo, isn't this Ling Tian?" a young master in a gorgeous robe appeared on the back mountain, looking at the young man on the edge of the cliff with a smile, and couldn't help but sneer.

"I don't know how you got into Qingyun Academy, studying in the academy with me, I feel that I have been insulted. ”

was originally deliberately looking for faults, and of course it was impossible to speak well.

Xiao Yuye, the third young master of the Xiao family, every word and deed, every move, all penetrate the breath of the children of the rich family.

The Xiao family is one of the three major families in Qingyun City, and Xiao Yuye is actually average in the Xiao family, and he is still a complete gentleman.

And Ling Tian is the existence with the lowest cultivation in Qingyun Academy, he has no strength, and he has no background, bullying him is naturally the fun of his leisure.

"What the Third Young Master said is right, Ling Tian's waste is simply a stain on Qingyun Academy, after three years of cultivation, his spiritual power has not grown, he is really a piece of garbage!"

"Haha, not only a waste, but also an orphan, an orphan with a mother and no mother. ”

"If I had him, I would have jumped off the cliff next to me. ”

A few Qingyun Academy disciples around Xiao Yuye, with a word from you, will degrade Ling Tian uselessly.

Belittled Ling Tian and curry favor with Xiao Yuye, this was originally what they should do.

Ling Tian stood up, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes staring fiercely at the group of people in front of him, his heart burning with anger.

I can't wait to throw all the people in front of me off the cliff.

"You waste, you dare to look at me with such eyes today, you are itchy!"

Xiao Yuye himself is the fourfold realm of the spirit realm, and these doglegs beside him are also the threefold realm of the spirit realm.

In Qingyun Academy, where geniuses gather, this realm is considered to be the lowest level of students.

They also know how they got in, relying entirely on their own family connections.

Although their realm was very low, Qingyun Academy had an even more bizarre character, Ling Tian. Only in him can Xiao Yuye's group find a sense of superiority.

"Hit me, beat him hard. ”

Ling Tian saw that the three people around Xiao Yuye were all attacking him, and his body couldn't help but take a step back.

The spirit realm is heavy, and in the face of the three students with the triple spirit mirror, there is no resistance at all.

The spirit realm is threefold, and he can already control the spiritual power in his body to use it on his own fists and feet, and his strength can be greatly increased.

As for Ling Tian, the spiritual power in his body was already very small, and he couldn't use any spiritual power at all.

Only holding his head with his hands and enduring the beating.

After fighting for a while, Ling Tian's body was already covered with scars, and several mouthfuls of blood were spit out from his mouth, and the injuries were not light.

The three of them, although they are heavy, they control their strength every time, and the academy allows them to fight, but they are forbidden to kill, and they can't cause human lives, otherwise they will be severely punished by the academy.

"That's it for today, let's go, looking at this waste like a dead dog, Ben Shao's heart is happy, cool! Let's go!"

Xiao Yuye looked at Ling Tian who was lying on the ground gasping with a smile, waved his big hand, and led the three of his men to leave the back mountain.

Under the bright moonlight.

The scarred boy struggled out of the academy and stayed under a tree gasping for breath.

Punched the tree, didn't notice the pain in his hand, slowly knelt down, his hand pressed to the ground, and tears slowly flowed out.

"Orphans, garbage, useless waste!"

Ling Tian's eyes were red and he remembered the words of Xiao Yuye's group of people an hour ago, and a nameless fire couldn't help but rise in his heart.

In three years, he has heard this I don't know how many times.

But what use can he have, after three years of practice, his spiritual power has not advanced an inch, and he is still stuck in the spirit mirror.

The double feeling of the spirit mirror is far away.

What did he do to fight Xiao Yuye!

Martial arts strength?

Family background?

Is he really a piece of waste?

"Why!"

"Why!"

"Why!"

Ling Tian punched and punched on the tree, asking himself over and over again, the fallen leaves on the tree kept falling, falling on Ling Tian's head, which made him even more depressed.

His hands were already bloody and fleshy, but he didn't know it at this time, and he didn't feel any pain, as if the injured hand was not his own.

At this time, a woman slowly walked to Ling Tian's side, and gently brushed off the fallen leaves above his head with her right hand.

"Does it hurt?" The woman was distressed when she saw Ling Tian's bloody hands.

"Sister, I don't want to stay in Qingyun Academy to cultivate anymore!"

Ling Tian looked at the amiable woman in front of him, his own sister who was connected by blood, and said with difficulty what he had always wanted to say.

In three years, he suffered a lot of humiliation, white eyes, sarcasm, and beatings, but he has always persevered, low three and four, and compromised.

Because he wanted to become a martial artist, what difficulties the family encountered, what happened back then, who the enemy family was, and what strength he had, he wanted to figure out all this.

But Ling Yun never said a word about this, and every time he mentioned this matter, the words he got were always "cultivate hard".

Therefore, cultivation has become the most important thing in his life.

"Okay, since you don't want to continue to stay in Qingyun Academy, then don't go, go back today and have a good rest, and I have something to explain to you tomorrow." ”

In the past three years, Ling Yun didn't know about Ling Tian's pressure, what happened to him, as his own sister, how could she not be heartbroken.

But some things, not so simple!

Three years, the time is almost over, and the days of Qingyun City should almost come to an end.

Ling Yun picked up Ling Tian, who was sitting on the ground, and walked towards the courtyard of his house.

When Ling Tian returned home, he was already mentally exhausted and fell asleep while lying on the bed.

Ling Yun skillfully handled Ling Tian's wounds, and a few tears couldn't help but fall from the corners of his eyes.

"Qingyun City, Xiao family. Ling Yun said the name coldly.

Rubbish, rubbish, you know the talent, and what!

Hehe, how can mortals understand his excellence.