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The so-called three lives are the Shura realm, controlling the world's demons. The Nine Heavens Realm is the place where the strongest who do not enter reincarnation and are not bound by the rules of heaven and earth gather, and the Shura Realm restricts each other, and the communication between the two worlds is the Xiuwu Realm, the birthplace of the strong. Among them, the Lingwu Continent is the core.

The Lingwu Continent respects martial arts and is led by strong. Divided into seven empires in millions of years, the Luocang Empire is located in the west, the weakest, but the most mysterious, because there has been a strong man among them, shaking the heavens and the earth, challenging the entire Shura Realm with his own strength, how many demons have fallen into his hands, making trouble in the Nine Heavens Realm, and attracting the entire Sansheng Realm..... So far, no one dares to despise this Fallen Cang Empire, but the combat effectiveness it has shown is not as good as year by year.

Qingyan City, Luo's family.

The sun shone through the tall trees like a knife. The giant tree drooped slightly, and it was sluggish.

In the clearing, which casts bright spots of light cut by the branches and leaves of willow trees, a bluestone slab stands in the center. A young man sat cross-legged on the stone slab, his body flashing with a subtle light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it was incomparably mysterious, and it was gathering slightly towards him.

The young man's face was delicate, his black hair was messy but soft, and the knife-like sunlight was imprinted on his face, giving people an extremely comfortable state from a distance. The eyelashes of his eyes trembled slightly, and he suddenly frowned, and his hands formed mysterious imprints, absorbing all the subtle light around his body to his abdomen.

For some reason, the young man's brow furrowed, and he didn't seem to be satisfied. The eyes opened, and a pair of extremely beautiful black eyes, the depths of which twinkled like stars, turned over a few waves of inadvertent discovery. Bowing his head, he muttered, "Is it still only the Forging Body Realm Triple.....?" Sure enough, it still doesn't work? It seems that the stinky old man still doesn't look down on me Luo Chen. ”

Thirteen years ago, the second head of the Luo family picked up an abandoned son, named Luo Chen, at first the entire Luo family didn't care too much, until ten years later, Luo Chen began to cultivate, and in just one month, he rushed to the Forging Body Realm Triple, his talent was terrifying, and he was promoted to a core disciple by exception, and everyone in the entire Qingyan City knew about it. But in the past three years, it has not advanced an inch, giving the entire Luo family a bolt from the blue, but the original proud name has turned over and become a waste, and it has been spurned everywhere, and the Luo family is even more regarded as having or not being exactly the same.

At the beginning, the second master didn't believe it, so he asked the master to take a look. As a result, the Luo family, who had a glimmer of hope, poured a basin of cold water again, not only lost their talent, but also failed to measure even the most basic martial arts, referred to as: Waste Pulse Martial Artist

What is the martial vein? It is the lifeline of all martial arts cultivators, the hand can be broken, the blood can be shed, but the martial vein cannot be broken, and once the martial vein is broken, all the efforts of the past few years are gone. The level of the martial arts is related to the future of the martial arts cultivators. The martial veins are divided into: one to nine grades, human level, king level, and emperor level. After the nine grades, it is subdivided into (low-level, intermediate, high-level, and superb) and more than three grades can also be seen, five grades are considered to be improvised, and more than seven grades are malleable. The human level is difficult to pick out one out of ten thousand, and the king level is a rare super talent in the world, and the supreme powerhouse in the future. Emperor, that can only look at the entire continent.

The Waste Vein Warrior has no future at all, and it is the coolie who dies, that is, the lowest kind of people.

After Luo Chen learned that he was a martial artist, the whole person seemed to be evacuated, yes, how dazzling he used to be, he was a man, the leader of the entire Luo family, even Qingyan City could not find a person who could compare with his talent, that was the sun in the sky, and others only looked up. Now everyone is cold-eyed, some don't believe it, think it's just a temporary accumulation, this kind of one hand is too much, and some people disdain, thinking that it is normal, is it short-lived, how can there be so many geniuses in the world.

Luo Chen lost several pounds in three days, but he seemed to have a bit of paranoia in his heart, and he cultivated spiritual energy every day, except for eating and sleeping, he practiced every day, and never stopped. He firmly believes that acquired hard work is not comparable to the so-called talent?

But for some reason, his so-called waste martial arts vein is like a huge bottomless pit, which can be swallowed up after a little cultivation, and he has not seen it in the past three years.

Luo Chen picked up the bandage on the side and wrapped it around his hand, got up and walked towards an extremely tall ancient tree, the vigorous bark left the scars of the years, but it still seemed to be tall and straight, like a small mountain, a little under the waist of the tree, there were fist marks, which were laid down by Luo Chen for three years, three years long, but there were only faint marks, which showed its hardness.

Luo Chen began to act for three consecutive years, bombarding this giant tree with one punch, and let out a dull roar.

One hundred punches, two hundred punches, three hundred punches.......

Dusk suddenly came, and flames burned in the sky, slowly dissipating only the slanting light and a touch of red, and the sky and the earth gradually dimmed.

The silent night sky descended, and a moon hung in the depths of the sky in the stars, cutting through the sky like a sickle, emitting a faint white light.

The fists under the ancient tree gradually stopped, Luo Chen's face was washed by sweat, his mouth was panting, the green tendons on his arms were protruding, trembling slightly, the original white bandages were also dyed red, Luo Chen untied the bandages, his fingers were covered with sores, he had long been accustomed to these.

"Damn, it's only eight thousand punches today?

A man walked out from behind the tree, middle-aged, very tall. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, and the faint stubble gave him a kind of vicissitudes, and the once serious eyes were full of worry.

"Chen'er, did you practice today?"

Luo Chen raised his head and saw a smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and the entire Luo family would only smile when they saw him.

"Daddy, you're here. The joy in his words also made the middle-aged man squeeze out a smile.

This is Luo Chen's adoptive father, the second head of the Luo family, and Luo Changkong. It was also him who silently supported Luo Chen behind his back.

"Chen'er, I've suffered you for the past three years, and it's all my fault that my father failed to cure your illness of abolishing the martial arts. Luo Changkong raised his head as he spoke, his eyes flashed with vicissitudes, and he seemed to be a few years older.

"Dad, I don't blame you, it's my reason, maybe it's not that I showed my edge three years ago and made my name more famous now. The reputation of the so-called Qingyan's No. 1 waste is worn for a day, and it is also worn for a year, I don't care for a long time, and being thick-skinned is also part of my strength, but no one can surpass me in this regard. Luo Chen shrugged and said helplessly.

"Yes, it's been three years, it's time, Chen'er, you come with me. Luo Changkong took Luo Chen back to his room. Although Luo Chen felt strange, he vaguely felt that this father seemed to have something to hide from him.

After returning to the room, Luo Changkong became serious, commenting on this Luo Chen's heavy words: "Chen'er, you should know that you are adopted by me." ”

Luo Chen felt a little strange, why did his father mention this to himself, although he knew it, he basically didn't mention it, and he treated him like his own father. Disapprovingly, he said, "yes, what's wrong?"

"Luo'er, you don't know, in fact, please ask the person who adopted you to ask me to take care of you, in fact, there is one more thing, he told me that he sealed your martial vein, I don't know what the purpose is, he told you to give you something in three years. ”

Luo Chen felt a little confused in his brain, standing there stupidly, he seemed to have heard the most photographable news in the world, it was definitely a thunderbolt on a sunny day and he was stupid. What is this, from the beginning he knew that the person who entrusted himself to his father was his biological father nine times out of ten.

However, countless questions popped up in his mind: why did this so-called father abandon him, why did he only tell the truth after three years? What was this thing after three years? Tokens? Whatever it was, the biggest question in his mind was why he sealed himself? Does he know who suffered for three years, from heaven to hell.

Luo Chen felt countless losses, and the nameless anger seemed to burn himself. A stunned sentence came out, "Dad, I'm ..... Who was my father? What was the situation?"

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