In the woods between the two cracks, Song Wen sat cross-legged on the ground with a painful expression, his fists clenched and clicked, a little blood appeared on his lips, and his body trembled slightly in pain from time to time.

"Father!"

Suddenly, Song Wen let out a heart-rending roar, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then Song Wen seemed to be drained of the strength of his whole body and softened weakly on the ground.

Song Wen knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with his father's death, but Song Wen had to endure the grief in his heart and pretend to leave as if nothing happened.

After all, Song Wen's strength is too weak, if he dared to say what he wanted to say about Wang Hao at that time, he would definitely be killed by Wang Hao and get rid of future troubles forever.

Therefore, Song Wen chose to be patient, turning the grief in his heart into a driving force for progress, striving to become strong in a short period of time, and have the strength to confront Wang Hao head-on, and then investigate the truth of his father's death.

It's a pity that Song Wen was surprisingly calm at that time, but the grief in his heart is not something that can be suppressed by suppression.

"Father, don't worry, I won't let you die in vain. After a while, Song Wen shouted frantically and struggled to get up from the ground.

It took a full hour for Song Wen to finally calm down his heart completely, and then took a deep breath and took out the cyan disc from his arms.

The elemental battle body had already condensed the first step, and it was impossible to improve it in a short period of time, and the martial arts stored in the cyan disc became Song Wen's only hope for becoming strong in a short period of time.

Don't know how to use the cyan disc?

His eyes stared intently at the cyan disc in his hand, and after observing it for a long time, Song Wen couldn't help frowning.

At the beginning, the middle-aged man in the crack of the ground only said that the cyan disc stored martial arts, but did not say how to open the cyan disc.

Song Wen thought for a moment, and then tentatively injected the elements in his body into the cyan disc.

There are very few elements in the Song style, and it may not be comparable to the first-level spell master in terms of quantity, but the yuan force in the body of the first-level spell master is the element, and the difference in quality alone cannot be easily made up by quantity.

As soon as a small amount of elements were injected into the cyan disk, the cyan disk immediately underwent a gratifying change.

Exuding strong elemental fluctuations, a ghostly light suddenly shone directly on Song Wen's eyebrows, and the next moment, before Song Wen could react, a long text appeared in his mind, and the content was the cultivation point of a martial art.

Wave Palm!

Song Wen's expression was sometimes confused, sometimes he suddenly realized, and he didn't know how long it took for Song Wen to wake up from this wonderful state.

"The wavy palm is based on the elements, and now I can barely make one palm. Song Wen muttered with a wry smile.

At the same time, I realized in my heart that if I wanted to cast the wave palm freely, I first had to break through the first-level spell master, and then the elements in my body would be able to support the consumption of the wave palm.

The martial arts are powerful and destructive, but the consumption is also not comparable to ordinary spells, which can be regarded as both advantages and disadvantages.

After a while, Song Wen stood up and walked briskly into the distance, and soon Song Wen appeared on the top of the mountain where he had previously clashed with the three Xiao brothers.

Song Wen looked at a boulder more than three meters high in front of him calmly, took a deep breath, and suddenly his right arm hanging on the side of his body popped out, and his palm slapped forward, and for a while, the water rippled in the air, churning, as if he had come to the turbulent sea.

The soft water element became extremely violent at this moment, and Song Wen's right palm was like a meandering python, mixed with the momentum of the rolling waves, and slapped heavily on the boulder.

The boulder did not tremble in the slightest, but Song Wen showed a satisfied and excited smile, and the moment Song Wen withdrew his palm, with a click, the boulder more than three meters high shattered incredibly, and the broken stones scattered on the top of the mountain with a clatter.

"Father, have you seen that your son has learned a different cultivation method, and in the future, he will definitely be able to become a powerhouse that is proud of the heavens and the earth. Song Wen knelt down on the top of the mountain with a thud and muttered to himself in the distant sky.

Thinking of his dead father, Song Wen didn't cry, and he couldn't even find any pain on his resolute face.

It's not that Song Wen doesn't want to cry, but Song Wen deeply understands that now is not the time to be sad, and he must be strong and endure it to lay the most solid foundation for revenge in the future.

"He's here!" Just as Song Wen got up and stood up again, suddenly an excited voice sounded in the distance.

Song Wen's face changed again and again, he didn't have any friends in Longyuan City, and at this sensitive time, someone would come to the door, it was probably troublesome.

In sight, a group of more than a dozen people rushed over murderously.

"Song Wen, hand over the million yuan stone and the storage ring, otherwise you will die a miserable death. The person at the front said with a cold gaze, the greed on his face and the content of his words made Song Wen suddenly understand everything.

Song Wen's face was ugly, and now he finally understood why Wang Hao was so kind to hand over a million yuan of stones and storage rings, it turned out that he borrowed a knife to kill people in order to take advantage of human greed.

Now it is estimated that the news that Song Wen has carried a million yuan stone has spread throughout Longyuan City, and these dozen or so people are just a small trouble, and more and stronger spell masters will appear one after another.

Wang Hao, you insidious villain, it won't be long before I will let you die without a place to be buried.

More than a dozen spell masters were eyeing each other, and Song Wen didn't have time to think nonsense, so he calmed down as soon as possible to think of a good way to get out.

The dozen or so people who appeared in the first wave in front of him were not only first-level spell masters, but two of them were obviously more powerful than the others, so they must be second-level spell masters.

Song Wen didn't have the slightest confidence to deal with so many first-level spell masters, who knew that there were two second-level spell masters, Song Wen's mood was unprecedentedly solemn.

It seems that there is only desperateness.

The spell master in front of Song Wenwen Bai is just the beginning, and there will be more powerful spell masters in the future, and the situation that Song Wen is facing will be even more grim at that time.

"Hand over the things and spare you from dying. At this time, another second-level spell master said coldly and threateningly.

"Okay, I'll hand it over. ”

Song Wen took a deep breath, nodded, and then walked towards a dozen spell masters, Song Wen seemed to be deliberately slowing down, and each step faltered, and an impatient look appeared on the faces of more than a dozen spell masters.

At this moment, Song Wen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his right arm, which was hanging on the side of his body without threat, popped out like lightning.

The water rippled in the air, suddenly tumbling fiercely, and the next moment the wave palm was mixed with a terrifying momentum, and it unexpectedly shrouded more than a dozen spell masters mercilessly.