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On the top of the cliff, next to the small hut, the young man sat cross-legged, his hands changing all kinds of strange handprints in front of him, and his movements were very slow, as if he was under some kind of coercion, and every movement required great energy.

If there was a great spirit master present, he would definitely be very shocked! Because every movement of the young man affected the momentum around him, and the frequency of his technique was the same! With the knot of each mudra, the whole space seemed to be shaken, and the rules of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to beat like life with his technique!

This young man is Murong Feng! The exercises that Murong Feng learned are different from the inheritance of the Murong family, it is the exercises that he accidentally fell off the cliff when he was ten years old, although there are only fragments, but his intuition tells him that this exercise is far stronger than the exercises inherited by the Murong family, in fact, Murong Feng also surpassed many children of the same age by relying on this exercise. Three years ago, I didn't know why the spiritual power would become less and less as he cultivated, and Murong Feng also tried to change the Murong family's inheritance method to cultivate, but the spiritual power disappeared faster, and he had no choice, so he could only continue to cultivate unremittingly and delay the speed at which the spiritual power disappeared.

Murong Feng, who opened his soul at the age of five, became a spiritual cultivator, and the path of cultivation began immediately, cultivating day and night, and never stopped!

Enlightenment, taking the first opening of the spiritual aura, begins to absorb the meaning of the aura of heaven and earth. Generally speaking, once the spiritual aperture has been opened, you can start cultivating, but it is rare for a spiritual aperture like Murong Feng to start cultivating immediately after the spiritual aperture is opened. As a human being in two lives, Murong Feng knows that a stupid bird must fly first, and diligence can make up for his clumsiness, and Murong Feng also knows that these principles must be put into practice in order to live a good life, but he has paid for practice but still ends up with nothing! He has cried, made trouble, and lived a good life. Later, he learned that time never stops for people, this is the reality, the reality that crying can't change!

"Feng'er, why don't you sleep so late?"

Out of the small thatched hut came a middle-aged man who was about thirty-seven years old, with sharp edges, a high nose, and a little blurred eyes. Wrapped in a gray robe and holding a wine bottle in his hand, if this image is placed in the twenty-first century, it is a typical young woman killer! However, here, he is just a middle-aged man as depressed as Murong Feng, Murong Feng's father, Murong Chong!

More than ten years ago, Murong Chong was also a rare talent in Luofeng Town, he opened his spirit at the age of seven, broke through the spirit pass at the age of fifteen to become a spirit master, and at the age of twenty-five, he reached the level of a great spirit master, and became one of the masters of the Heavenly Fire Dynasty!

Murong Feng exhaled deeply, turned his head, and smiled softly, "Father, haven't you rested yet?"

"Alas, wealth is ...... by heaven" Murong Chong paused, his tone full of frustration and helplessness, "Feng'er, don't force yourself anymore. Your hard work is in your eyes, and Dad doesn't blame you..."

"Daddy......" A resonant emotion instantly poured out from the bottom of his heart, and the ridicule, ridicule, and contempt he had received in the past three years in his mind surfaced one by one, Murong Feng looked at Murong Chong, as if he had seen what happened to Murong Chong when he was young, and saw himself.

"Do you want a sip?" Murong Chong walked over to Murong Feng and sat down, handing out the wine bottle.

Murong Feng was not polite, he took Murong Chong's wine bottle, raised his head and poured a big sip, a hot feeling instantly filled his limbs, so that he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh "Cool!" and then poured a few more mouthfuls into his throat!

Murong Chong glanced at Murong Feng with complicated eyes, and then looked into the distance. At that time, he was also a generation of Tianjiao, but unfortunately the situation changed abruptly and he became a waste overnight. Originally, seeing his son growing up vigorously, You Sheng himself felt a little comforted in his heart. However, history repeated itself again, causing his son to suffer the same blow as him, and he also had unspeakable pain and pain in his heart. How can it be so easy to start all over again? Cultivation......

Murong Feng opened his soul at the age of five, and when his father was attacked and abolished, his father, who was originally just an adoptive father, began to lose power in the family. When he was ten years old, his mother was critically ill and died. From that year on, Murong Chong never left his wine, and Murong Feng took the lead, he didn't want to watch the people around him pass away anymore. That year, Murong Feng stumbled and fell off the cliff and fell into the cave, verifying an ancient saying in the Demon Sealing Continent.

The Demon Sealing Continent is vast, and there are many unknown hermits, who are accustomed to being alone at the end of their lives, they may hide their life's work somewhere, waiting for someone destined to pick it up. Therefore, there is an old saying in the Demon Sealing Continent: If one day, you fall off a cliff or a cave, don't panic, go further, perhaps, you will become a strong man!

This ancient saying once opened the era of the big cliff jump, and a large number of people who were ready to jump off the cliff to get the peerless exercises with dreams emerged, and as a result, the number of patients with broken arms and legs increased sharply in those years, and the medical family Tuoba clan rose, and the divination family Duanmu who released this sentence returned to seclusion.

However, this old saying is not a lie. In the thousands of years of history of the Demon Sealing Continent, there is no shortage of stories of relying on adventures to become a strong person, such as Lin Feng, who jumped from a fourth-level spiritual cultivator to a spirit in just three years, and received the attention of the Murong family!

"It's not early, let's go, go back and rest......" After a moment of silence, Murong Chong silently took out another wine bottle, took a sip of wine, and turned around and walked towards the house......

Murong Feng watched Murong Chong slowly walk into the small hut and blew out the lights...... After a long time, Murong began to concentrate his energy and continue to exercise, and the amount of cultivation today was not enough......

When the mind is quiet when practicing, it is often full of distracting thoughts, floating thoughts, and the mind cannot rely on each other. In this regard, the method of sightseeing can be used, and its dispersion can be collected and gathered into light. On the one hand, we will keep quiet, and on the other hand, we will stop sightseeing. However, this time, Murong Feng couldn't calm down!

"Do you crave power?"

A magnetic voice came to my ears.

Murong Feng opened his eyes suddenly, looked around, his eyes flashed with a faint red light, and his qi and blood were a little impetuous.

Murong Feng hurriedly changed his handprint, his chest rose and fell slightly, he slowly inhaled between his noses, and then slowly spit out from his mouth, exhaling and inhaling, forming a wonderful cycle. In the breath circulation, there is a faint white air flow around the body.

"Huh" slowly exhaled a breath ......of turbidity, Murong Feng opened his eyes again, and a faint white glow flashed in his dark eyes, blooming with a stunning light.

"Misfire... Into the Devil?" Murong Feng looked around again, but still didn't find a figure. Looking at the wine bottle beside him, Murong Feng casually picked up the wine bottle again and poured a few big sips...

The wind blew through the top of the mountain, carrying a few maple leaves, hovering in the air. No one knows where the wind will take them, whether it is the Nine Heavens or the Nine Abysses......

"You, do you crave power?" Half-drunk and half-awake, a magnetic voice appeared in Murong Feng's ears again, a little bewitching, even more moving!