Purple Yun Continent, Lufeng City.

Cangjia Town is famous for casting weapons in the entire area of Lufeng City, the weapons produced in the town, each handle is well-cast and hard, swords, guns and clubs are complete, and the various weapons used by the cultivators of Lufeng City are basically from Cangjia Town.

Ziyun Continent, advocating martial arts cultivation and respecting strength, although civilians do not have the conditions for cultivation, they basically have some strength to refine their bodies, and for the wealthy people on the road, Wanguan's family wealth has also entered a body of cultivation, and how many people have scattered their family property in order to get enough cultivation to produce internal qi.

Although Cangjia Town is a small town, in this martial arts continent, it also has its own martial arts arena, with a radius of more than three miles.

At this time, there were dozens of teenagers practicing on the martial arts field, and several middle-aged people like the head of the sect were sternly urging this group of immature teenagers, looking at the group of teenagers in Cangjia Town, constantly opening their mouths or pointing or scolding.

Spiritual energy is the cornerstone of cultivation in this continent.

Compared with the excitement in the martial arts arena, the two teenagers sitting on the side looked a little lonely, the two were about ten years old, they were quite similar in appearance, and their faces were very delicate.

"Xuan Ting, when do you say we will have the opportunity to cultivate like this? In that way, when our cultivation is strong, others will not dare to bully us at will. Cang Xuanfeng said enviously, he was staring at the teenagers on the martial arts arena with a longing expression.

The slightly younger Cang Xuanting bowed slightly, and did not answer his brother's words, but there were a variety of emotions flashing in his eyes, including hesitation, hope, complexity, and more loneliness.

Cang Xuanting, for this world he is an outsider, he does not belong to this continent, to be precise, his soul belongs to a blue planet, although that place does not worship martial arts, but there are all kinds of hot weapons, and Cang Xuanting is indeed an expert in the forging of cold weapons in the original world, but he died in an accident, but he did not expect his soul to come to this cold weapon world that advocates martial arts.

He should have been full of fighting spirit, but he fell silent because of his grandfather's words, "Your acupuncture points and tendons are naturally stagnant, and the chance of cultivation is minimal. ”

He has been more lonely and worried than others since he was a child, is this a joke that God has played with himself?

"Opportunity, do we have such a chance in this life?" Cang Xuanting shook his head and said with a wry smile.

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "Maybe from the moment I came into this world, it was a joke that robbed me of hope." ”

Cang Xuanfeng heard his brother's pessimistic words unconsciously, his eyes were slightly red, and he hugged his younger brother's shoulders hard, "Xuanting, although our brother is born unable to cultivate, I believe that Huang Tian lives up to his heart, if it doesn't work for a year, then we will use it for a lifetime." ”

"Hehe, a lifetime? There are less than three months left for us. If it weren't for Dad's tough attitude, maybe we would have been thrown into the Grand Canyon to forge those cold weapons. Cang Xuanting said helplessly.

"Hey, I really don't want to be around all those pieces of iron. Cang Xuanfeng also said gloomily.

The two are a pair of difficult brothers, from the age of 6 to start the annual aura test, no matter how the two of them practice, they can't cultivate the aura, the father of the two in order to prevent the two children from being banished to the Grand Canyon as a foundry, many times with the current head of the Cang family, that is, the grandfather of the two.

This year is the deadline for the two fathers to fight for, if the two of them have not shown aura before this year's test, then the two will be banished to the Grand Canyon in the back mountain, and they will have to forge weapons for the rest of their lives and will not be allowed to go out.

Aura is the beginning of cultivation, the rise of many teenagers in the Purple Yun Continent, and the nightmare of many people's despair.

The lowest level of cultivation of aura is the aura, the grade is from one to nine grades, the average teenager of this age group, are judged by age and the stage of aura, there are many teenagers in Cangjia Town have cultivated aura, and the highest talent is already the realm of seven grades at this time.

Above the aura is the spirit master, the realm of the spirit master is much stronger than the spirit of the aura, after all, the realm of the spirit of the spirit is only the threshold, and the realm of the spirit of the spirit is already a real contact with the door of cultivation, the spirit of the spirit and the spirit master are quantitative and qualitative changes, not the same day.

The realm above the Lingyuan Master is the Lingyuan Sovereign, this great realm is a brand new world, the cultivators who have reached this realm are no longer an unattainable dream, they can fly freely in the air like birds, truly fly to the sky and the earth, control the infinite power, the entire continent monarch-level figures can be regarded as the peak powerhouse, they can hold a great power.

Although, the monarch-level powerhouse on the road is already an unattainable existence, but this realm is not the end of cultivation, the so-called cultivation is endless, but such a character is very rare on the road, so gradually few people know.

Cang Xuanting looked at the people cultivating in the martial arts arena and sighed slightly, "It's been thirteen years, bringing me here, but letting me down for thirteen years." ”

His lips kept squirming, his eyes were full of resentment, he reluctantly glanced at the martial arts arena, turned around and left from the sheep intestine trail behind him, his thin back exuding a thick loneliness and unwillingness.

"Wait for me, Xuanting. Cang Xuanfeng watched his younger brother leave, and hurriedly turned around to follow.

Cangxu Mountain was guiding and cultivating on the side, looking at the two departing teenagers with a complicated heart, and sighed silently, with a slight sadness in his eyes.

Cangxu Mountain is now the speaker of Cangjia Town, he is also the father of the two brothers, as the principal of Cangjia Town, his strength has reached the third grade Lingyuan Master, and the entire territory of Lufeng City is also a character, but the two children are congenital defects, so that his situation is also in trouble.

The prosperity of the family Most people will look at the quality of the next generation, and the two sons of Cangxu Mountain are waste who cannot cultivate, the people of the family have already discussed this, and the outside of his own principal must not be guaranteed, he is worried that he will not be able to protect his two sons well, and how to choose the future of the two sons.

At this time, the two brothers were walking on the path with their own hearts, and only they knew their feelings at the moment.

In this world where strength is respected, the two brothers do not have the most basic status, and other clansmen live in the Cang family's mansion if they have the qualifications to cultivate, while the two brothers can only live in the dilapidated courtyard on the periphery. But it's also in line with the hearts of the two brothers, rather than living in the main courtyard and suffering all kinds of ridicule, it is better to stay away from these guys with eyes above the top.

There are two rooms in the courtyard, although it is not as luxurious as the main house, but it is warm, there are many unknown flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, there is a faint fragrance, a pool of clear water swims a few koi of various colors, and all the furnishings are so natural.

Cang Xuanfeng looked at his younger brother sitting on the edge of the pool, sighed and returned to his room, Cang Xuanting looked at the sky quietly alone, not knowing what he was thinking.