"Hao'er!"

Dong Hao was in his thoughts, the door suddenly opened, Pei Zhen rushed in, he hadn't seen his father for eleven years, looking at the white hair on Pei Zhen's sideburns, he didn't know how anxious his father had been in the past eleven years. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Xun Jiang Wang's cultivation in the eleven years in order to extradite the vitality to Dong Hao to activate the meridians, has not advanced an inch.

How can the suffering of a father be said in a few words?

"Hao'er, it's good if you're awake. It's okay. Pei Zhen just stood in front of the window, but the relief in his tone was fully revealed. "Child, I've seen your Uncle Lingwu soon, you can go to the clan heir hall to test your qualifications after a week of rest. ”

In the Azure Continent, a 16-year-old boy can practice martial arts. It's just that the qualifications have to be tested, and the higher the qualifications, the more immeasurable the future achievements.

"Hmph. A cold snort resounded in the sea of gods, and that disdain seemed to be accompanied by a mountain of corpses. Dong Hao couldn't help but shudder, but he didn't know where the voice came from.

A week later.

"Hao'er, put your hand on this crystal ball. ”

Stretched out his hand and put it up, the crystal ball did not have the slightest wave, and the elders who were watching around laughed and did not speak, and a strong feeling of doubt permeated the ancestral hall. A group of people whispered, "It was waste before I fell unconscious, and it was the same when I woke up..."

When Dong Hao was three or two years old, the Lingwu Daoist saw that he could not cultivate when he saw his bones. Because there is no Dantian Donghao who can swallow the vitality of the cultivators on the mainland, this dooms him to be a wasted person. It's a pity that he has other aspects of his literary brilliance. "If Childe's intelligence is devoted to literature, calligraphy and painting, there will be no world. It is not a problem to cultivate the body and be 100 years old. "This is what the Spirit Martial Daoist said when he first saw Dong Hao.

"Children are not filial. Dong Hao kowtowed to his father, and then walked out of the ancestral hall, he was afraid that if he stayed here for a minute and a half, his father would be even more ugly. In this continent where martial arts are respected, what future will the literati have? It seems that the continent is leveling up and dancing, is this really the case?

Dong Hao locked himself in the small courtyard, and even the servants who came to deliver the food looked at him with a little disgust. The heirs of King Xunjiang can't cultivate martial arts, what will King Xunjiang do in the future.

"Childe, ignore them," Lian'er poured another pot of tea for Dong Hao, "Childe will always be the best in Lian'er's heart." He paced out slowly.

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After Lian'er left, Dong Hao carried up the merits left to him by his father over and over again, but the vitality of heaven and earth could not be left with physical strength at all, and it was always dispersed. "Hehe, am I just a waste. Is it a waste person who can only take off his hind legs?"

"I'm unwilling!" Dong Hao didn't know how many times he had run the skill, his body was already sweaty, and he felt sleepy inexplicably, and a voice appeared in his mind like thunder, "Little doll, what is martial arts cultivation, your qualification to cultivate martial arts is too wasteful." Do you want me to teach you how to cultivate? After learning my exercises, it may not be impossible to walk sideways in the world. “

"Who are you?" Dong Hao sat up and looked around at no one, "Don't look for it, you've seen me." ”

The strange red figure appeared in his mind, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at Dong Hao with a breath of contempt for the world, and the surrounding sea of blood was up and down, and hundreds of millions of corpses and bones were suspended in it.

'It's you!!' Why are you in my mind, not necessarily, if you really learn your exercises and walk sideways all over the world. ？”

The voice seemed to be silent, and after a while, he sighed slowly, "You shouldn't have heard of my previous name." I am one of the six realms of reincarnation, the hell realm, Shatongtian. “

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