"Cousin, this year。。。。。。 You're defeated again!"

With the sighs of the elders of the Zhan family, Zhan Feihong and his cousin Zhan Mang's spiritual martial arts competition both ended their momentum.

The palms covered with a thin layer of white light gradually dimmed, and Zhan Feihong silently looked around at the elders present, lowered his head, and returned to his position without saying a word.

Those eyes were mixed with regret, disappointment, and even disgust.

Shame on you.

This year, the grandson has embarrassed his grandfather again.

The bitter smile that didn't seem to belong to a fourteen-year-old boy secretly appeared on Zhan Feihong's still immature face without anyone noticing.

Although the Qingshui Zhan family is not a great family in spiritual cultivation, within a radius of 100 miles, everyone knows about it, and no one knows about it.

Four years ago, when Zhan Minhai, the head of the Zhan family, was about to end his lifespan, he left the only one of his three sons, who had been missing for two years, and the one with the highest star rank in the entire Zhan family, and made a blood sacrifice with his third son, Zhan Feihong, and this five-star gold-devouring ant became his natal spirit animal.

The old man made a decision regardless of the opposition of the whole family, and pushed Zhan Feihong into the eyes of everyone. If he is so talented that he will become the best young rookie in the new generation, it would be well said. Pity......

Four years, in these four years, Zhan Feihong watched his brothers and sisters surpass him one by one, and the spirit beasts they used in cultivation were only the most ordinary three-star and even two-star gold-devouring ants of the Zhan family.

You must know that this gold-devouring ant is raised, and there will be one star in more than one month, two stars in more than one year, and three stars in ten years。。。。。。 As for the four-star, the old man Zhan Minhai used his time to barely cultivate one.

And Zhan Feihong's natal five-star gold-devouring ant evolved from his missing parents who didn't know what kind of treasure they had gotten. For this reason, they have been missing since Zhan Feihong was eight years old, and there has been no news from them.

Could it be that Zhan Feihong is a gentleman, who doesn't learn all day long, and is idle?

If so, his heart will be much happier.

can talk about diligence and perseverance, this huge Qingshui Zhan family, even those old people who are the same generation as the previous generation of the family leader Zhan Minhai, are ashamed of themselves.

After forgetting to sleep and eat, the gold-devouring ant with the highest star rank in the family was defeated by the "talent", which made Zhan Feihong angry and helpless.

The competition in the hall continued, but Zhan Feihong couldn't see anything. After a wry smile, he regained his expressionless face, and he kept asking himself in his heart, what was wrong?

"Cousin, you are the last one this year!" Zhan Feihong's cousin Zhan Mang won the first place in the spiritual martial arts battle in the clan, and he who had just been praised by the elders of the family did not run directly between his brothers and playmates on the other side, but stood in front of Zhan Feihong proudly.

"Brother Mang, congratulations. Zhan Feihong's heart chuckled, and he didn't dare to raise his head, because he understood that the eyes of everyone in this Lingwu Hall were once again focused on him.

As a cousin, Zhanmang ignored his cousin's congratulations and did not respond to half a polite word. "Cousin, two years have passed, and you are still stuck in the four-striped Lingmeng, right?" he patted Zhan Feihong lightly on the shoulder and said with a smile.

This sentence was like stuffing a handful of snow into Zhan Feihong's neck, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Oh my God, is Brother Feihong still stuck in the Four-Pattern Lingmeng?" a twelve-year-old girl in the clan couldn't help but blurt out when she heard Zhanmang's words.

"Ling'er, shut up!" The girl's mother hurriedly reprimanded the child, but she looked at Zhan Feihong's eyes with deep contempt and even resentment.

"I said Cousin Feihong," Zhan Mang smiled more and more proudly, he looked at the elders around him, and asked loudly, "Can you tell me, what is going on? Have you really cultivated well?"

Zhan Feihong lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. Every year in the Lingwu fight, cousin Zhanmang always has to take the opportunity to humiliate himself, when he was ten years old, the uncle also had to speak, and when he was eleven years old, the uncle stopped talking, and finally an elder of the same generation as his grandfather in the hall couldn't listen to it, so he stopped the farce.

Now, that elder no longer supervises the competition in the Lingwu Hall, and no one in the whole clan will stand up for him anymore.

Zhan Feihong understood that his cousin humiliated him so much because of this five-star natal spirit beast. The so-called natal life, unless the person who turns into blood dies, can dissolve all kinds of connections in it, otherwise in this life, the spirit beast can no longer be used by others.

Therefore, the various cultivation talents revealed by Zhan Feihong have become the most frequently discussed topics in the family. Parents all want their children to become dragons and phoenixes, and now the successor of the five-star gold devouring ant is a spiritual fool, so he is naturally hated by his relatives.

Among them, the most obvious is Zhan Feihong's second uncle's family, according to the second uncle's private words: A good piece of gold was thrown into the dung pit, and it stinked to the extreme!

"Cousin, what do I ask you?" Zhan Feihong lowered his head and hesitated, Zhan Mang patted the back of the chair where Zhan Feihong was sitting and shouted.

"Leave it at that。。。。。。 Right. Faced with Zhanmang's questioning and the various eyes of relatives in the clan, Zhan Feihong reluctantly replied.

"Hmph, the five-star natal spirit beast has been cultivating with you for six years, and the four-pattern spirit is 。。。。。。 Besides, who believes it?!" Zhan Mang slapped the back of his chair again, and there was a sense of jealousy in his voice.

Zhan Feihong's nails pierced his palms, he finally raised his head, stared at Zhan Mang coldly, and asked, "You can believe it, you can believe it or not." Cousin, the competition has passed, if it's okay, I'm going back to my room to practice. ”

"Wait!" Just as Zhan Feihong wanted to leave his seat, Zhan Mang's hands pressed on his shoulders. "Cousin, as the heir of the five-star Gold Devouring Ant, shouldn't you review it?"

I don't know when, several of Zhanmang's playmates brought the four treasures of the study, and now when they saw his eyes, they immediately sent them over. "Come, cousin, let the uncles in the hall take a look!" Zhan Mang handed the ink-stained pen to Zhan Feihong's hand.

Zhan Feihong looked at the brush in his hand, not knowing how to respond. He really hoped that an elder could stand up and stop his cousin's new tricks this year. But what came from my ears was still an irritating whisper like a fly.

"I think the old man was really blind back then, how could he give the best spirit beast in the family to this idiot, and pick out one of our children to replace him, it will be many times stronger. ”

"Alas, before people die, they will always be confused. It's really the house, why didn't you stop it at that time, and now it's a big joke in Qingshui Town. ”

"Let's say a few words, that five-star spirit beast was bought by his parents in exchange for their lives. At the beginning, the old man planned to let him be the eldest heir of the next generation, but he didn't expect this doll to have a hard life and no blessings。。。。。。 ”

"Hmph, he has occupied our family's greatest hope, and it is not good to say that he has two sentences. ”

This word came into Zhan Feihong's ears without any difference, he gritted his teeth, and finally took the brush in his cousin's hand. "Okay, I'll write!"

Seeing his cousin trembling his hands and dropping the black ink on the paper word by word, Zhan Mang showed a wicked smile that was not easy for others to detect, and suddenly snatched the unfinished review into his hand.

"Feihong is not diligent enough to practice, which has caused trouble for the family。。。。。。 He read aloud halfway through, then suddenly shook his head vigorously and asked, "Cousin, you don't write correctly, right?!

I saw Zhanmang grab the brush and write four big characters on the back of the white paper. He suddenly turned to Zhan Feihong's side and almost pasted the white paper to Feihong's face.

"Read with me: I-I-I-Waste-Thing!"

Zhanmang's voice echoed in the Lingwu Hall and did not disperse for a long time. He glanced at the elders around him arrogantly, everyone present was stunned, and some of them had playful smiles on their faces.

"Enough, Mang'er, go back to your seat!" Just as Zhan Mang was about to continue looking for his cousin's moldy head, the big boss finally heard a sound of cheering.

Zhan Mang seemed to know this situation in advance, and immediately rolled up the white paper that was held high. "My nephew is just telling the truth. As if he had been wronged, he muttered quietly as he lowered his head and returned to his seat.

Unbeknownst to him, a fist glowing with white light had quietly come to his side. If it weren't for the retreat of the master, Zhanmang would have been beaten by this sudden attack and couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

Zhan Feihong saw that the person was gone, and secretly dispersed the spiritual power in his fist. The Zhan Family's signature spiritual skill of devouring the golden ant is the Qianjun Fist, even if he uses the strength of his four-pattern spirit meng, it can still produce a fatal effect when it hits the weak point of the defenseless seven-pattern spirit meng.

Too much deception。。。。。。

The annual Lingwutang competition finally ended, and Zhan Feihong once again came to the hill outside the town. Looking at the green trees and shrubs below the cliff, he couldn't help but recall the punch he almost threw just now.

Are you too impulsive? If this punch really hits, I'm afraid the uncle will kick me out of the house!

Zhan Feihong was a little afraid, although in the past four years, his love for the Zhan family has faded a lot, but since he was born, Feihong has never left Qingshui Town, let alone gone out alone. The situation of being evicted from the house was something he could not imagine and did not dare to imagine.

"Grandson, they don't understand and don't understand。。。。。。 The future of the Zhanjia family is counting on you!"

Zhan Feihong's mind once again came up with his grandfather's words before he died, and it was because of these words that he was able to endure the ruthless gaze of his elders and the cynicism among his peers.

Grandpa said that sooner or later, I will understand why this five-star gold eater ant was passed on to me!

Thinking of this, Zhan Feihong's eyes finally regained a trace of clarity, and today's blow was already a thing of the past. He slowly stood up, ready to stretch his waist, and then went home to cultivate.

"Hey—" Unexpectedly, as his hands were raised, the boulder under his feet began to tilt towards the side that hung in the air.

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