After Han Ling and Han Chen were playing around for a few days, they entered the stone room again and began to cultivate.

On the bluestone seat, Han Chen sat quietly, connected with the fighting spirit of heaven and earth, and introduced it into his body.

The Dou Qi circulates and flows in the meridians, and finally condenses a trace of pale white Dou Qi in the cyclone.

Slowly, Han Chen controlled the wisps of Dou Qi that were separated from the cyclone, which was already the limit of his control.

The Dou Qi gradually flowed into the meridians, and every time it passed, Han Chen controlled the Silk Dou Qi to disperse into the meridian wall, and then enter the surrounding muscles through the meridian wall.

According to the white-haired old man, exercise the body with fighting spirit.

At this moment, Han Chen was already sweating profusely, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, as if he was enduring an unknown sore spot.

In fact, it is.

Although the fighting spirit is transformed from the gentle heaven and earth fighting spirit.

But as an energy, although thin, it is not something that the physical body can endure.

The human body is no better than the body surface.

The organs in the body are extremely fragile, and the passage and infiltration of the fighting qi is a process of destruction.

The human body itself has a certain ability to heal itself, that is, in the process of breaking and healing, and then breaking and healing, the meridians, flesh, and bones are constantly forged and strengthened.

This is the so-called "break and then stand".

It's a painful process, a long-term process.

Han Chen gritted his teeth again and again on the verge of collapse and persevered.

Because he has an obsession in his heart that keeps telling himself, persevere, persevere, and persevere.

The consequence of this is that after cultivating every day, Han Chen is covered in stinky sweat.

There is even a trace of dirt excreted from the body on the surface of the body, which is the impurities in the human body.

This made Han Ling and Han Mo puzzled.

And Han Chen had to pretend to be stupid and pretend to be stunned to deal with the past.

Although the process of forging the body of Dou Qi was unbearable.

But afterwards, the feeling of soreness and numbness in the whole body made Han Chen happy.

And every time his cultivation ended, Han Chen could faintly feel that his body had become stronger, and his whole body was full of strength.

This also made De Han Chen endure the boredom of cultivation.

……

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Han Ling and Han Chen were nine years old.

Nine-year-old Han Ling reached the seventh stage of Dou Qi.

A period of time.

Although it is a little slower than the six stages of the past four years.

However, the sixth-stage and seventh-stage Dou Qi is a watershed, and above the seventh stage is the high-level Dou Qi.

Moreover, the further the fighting qi goes, the more difficult it is to cultivate.

Therefore, in fact, Han Ling's cultivation speed did not slow down.

As for Han Chen, after soaring to the second stage of Dou Qi in a month, his speed slowed down significantly, and he only reached the third stage of Dou Qi.

Han Ling and Han Mo both encouraged Han Chen.

But Han Chen was not happy at all, he was not discouraged at all, and he always gritted his teeth and insisted on cultivating.

At the beginning of this year, in addition to cultivating Dou Qi, Han Chen also had another cultivation - Fighting Technique.

As the eldest son and young patriarch, Han Ling naturally has some privileges.

Therefore, what he cultivated was a scroll of Xuan-rank intermediate fighting skills, called "Splitting Mountain Palm".

Every morning, Han Ling was outside the stone room, slapping a boulder one palm after another.

Every time, you have to practice until the flesh and blood of your palms are blurred.

Fortunately, the Han family has a fourth-grade alchemist.

Therefore, these injuries could always recover quickly under the healing of the pill, but they did not affect Han Ling's cultivation process.

Several times Han Chen cried when he saw it, which made Han Ling extremely helpless.

Han Mo was also distressed when he saw it.

But he also knows Han Ling's temperament, so he always only casts encouraging eyes.

……

There is no Jiazi in the cultivation, and in a flash, another two years have passed.

On this day, it is the annual family gathering of the Han family.

One of the most important parts of the day was the test of the children of the clan.

In such a hierarchical family, strength and potential are indispensable.

There is no potential, no strength, and the status is naturally not high.

The test is to divide the class of the children of the clan according to their potential, and it can be said to be an important indicator to determine a person's future.

"Han Qing, Fighting Qi: Level 4, Level: Intermediate."

A middle-aged man in his fifties looked at the five words on the test magic stone tablet and said.

In front of the magic stone tablet, a seventeen-year-old boy walked down the test stone platform with a decadent face.

At the age of sixteen, he has not reached the sixth-stage fighting spirit, and his future is already destined to become a core disciple, at most he is just an outside deacon.

"Next, Han Ling."

There was a hint of expectation in the middle-aged man's words.

What is the extent of the young patriarch of that clan who was only a genius on the first day this year?

Nine paragraphs?

"Come on, brother!"

Han Chen blinked his eyes and smiled at Han Ling.

"Go ahead."

Han Mo on the side said indifferently.

"Hmm."

Han Ling smiled and responded.

Walk up to the stone platform, come to the test magic stone tablet, put one hand on the stone tablet, and urge the fighting spirit.

"Fighting Qi: Nine Sections."

Five words flashed on the stele.

"Han Ling, Fighting Qi: Ninth Rank, Level: Advanced!"

The middle-aged man shouted excitedly, looking very excited, it was really nine dans!

"Young Patriarch, congratulations."

"At the age of eleven, when you reach the Qi of Nine Rank Dou, I'm afraid that there is no one in the entire Canglan Empire who is comparable to the Young Patriarch."

The middle-aged man laughed.

Han Ling smiled and said:

"Thank you, Second Uncle."

Then he walked back to his father and brother with a calm face.

"Wow, it's worthy of being the first day in the clan, reaching the spirit of a nine-stage fight at the age of eleven."

"That is, Young Master Han Ling is very talented, I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that he is the first genius of the empire."

"Cousin Han Ling is so handsome."

"Cousin Han Ling is so powerful."

"Cousin Han Ling, I love you."

……

"Next, Han Jing."

The middle-aged man shouted again.

With the shouts of the middle-aged man, the chattering crowd quieted down.

One by one, I looked at a girl dressed in a purple brocade robe and with a delicate figure slowly walking towards the stone platform.

Han Jing is known as another genius girl in the clan after Han Yue.

At the age of eleven, she is already delicate and lovely, a little beauty, and is highly sought after by the children of the clan.

Han Jing stood in front of the test magic stone tablet, suddenly turned his head and smiled at Han Ling.

Then he turned back, stretched out a white and delicate little hand on the magic stone tablet, and the fighting qi in his body gushed out.

"Nasty woman!"

"With such an ugly smile, how could she be Sister Yue's sister!"

"It's really blind to God's eyes, damn!"

Han Chen was very upset when he saw Han Jing smiling at Han Ling.

It's not jealousy, but a heartfelt disgust for Han Jing and her body.

"Hehe, Xiao Chen, do you still hate Cousin Han Jing so much?"

Han Ling said with a smile.

Then he frowned slightly, and said softly:

"Actually, I don't like her either."

Han Mo smiled noncommittally at the two brothers' muttering.

But he never rebuked the words that might cause conflicts within the clan.

"Han Jing, Fighting Qi: Seventh Stage, Level: Advanced."

The middle-aged man shouted.

"Congratulations, Miss Han Jing."

"Hehe, thank you, second uncle."

Han Jing smiled, but turned around and walked towards Han Ling.

Standing beside Han Jing, he said softly:

"Cousin Han Ling."

Regarding Han Jing's actions, those in the clan who had thoughts about her were naturally in an uproar.

Secretly sad, jealous, angry, resentful, in short, each has its own thoughts.

But there is nothing to be done.

Who made Han Ling a young patriarch and a genius!

"Cousin Han Jing."

Han Ling smiled indifferently and responded.

Han Chen on the side flashed to the side, shouting:

"Nasty woman, stay away from me."

Han Mo was also helpless when he saw this.

This Han Chen didn't know how to hide his emotions at all, so he had to pretend to be angry and said:

"Chen'er, don't be rude."

Han Chen ignored his father's scolding, gave Han Jing a blank look, pouted and left.

But he went back to the stone room to cultivate.

Han Jing only frowned slightly at Han Chen's actions, and talked to Han Ling with a smile.

But in my heart I said:

Han Chen, you're just a waste who doesn't cultivate, it's not worth mentioning at all, I wish you hated me and stayed away from me.

Han Ling, Han Jing, Golden Boy and Jade Girl.

The elders of the clan talked happily when they saw the two.

Joy in my heart:

It's a natural pair, a match made in heaven.

Two hours later, the quiz was finally over.

As a result, some people are happy and some are worried.

"Ling'er, you and Chen'er come to see me tomorrow morning, and I'll take you to see Mr. Liu."

At the end of the test, Han Mo said to Han Ling.

"My father wants me to ......"

When Han Ling heard his father's words, he seemed to think of something.

"Well, there you go."

Han Mo said indifferently.

"Cousin Han Jing, goodbye."

Han Ling smiled faintly at Han Jing and left.

……

Early the next morning.

Han Ling and Han Chen woke up from their cultivation.

After washing up and eating breakfast, I came to the outside of my father Han Mo's house.

Han Mo picked up the two of them and spread his fiery red fighting wings and flew up.

On the way, Han Chen couldn't help but scream and envy again.

The father and son came to a courtyard called "Danxiangju".

Liu Yi, the owner of Danxiangju, is the Mr. Liu in Han Mo's mouth, and is a fourth-grade alchemist hired by the Han family.

The status of the four-grade alchemist is already comparable to that of the Dou Wang, and even the Dou Huang powerhouse, and it is a fragrant bait that countless forces are vying to chase.

Han Mo led Han Ling and Han Chen into the hall, and saw a handsome-looking middle-aged man on the main seat in the hall, enjoying fragrant tea.

"Mr. Liu."

Han Mo bowed slightly.

Han Ling also respectfully shouted "Mr. Liu".

Han Chen was stunned for a moment, then bared his teeth and smiled:

"Hello Mr. Liu!"

Liu Yi put down the teapot and stood up, and said with a smile:

"Brother Han, two nephews, don't be polite."

"Haha, sit down, sit down."

Han Mo sat down in a seat next to Liu Yi.

Han Ling sat on the side seat in the hall.

Han Chen was a person who couldn't sit still.

Looking around in the hall, looking east, touching west, from time to time make a little noise.

The three of them were also helpless.

"Mr. Liu, Ling Er has reached the Qi of Nine Stages of Dou."

"I came here today to ask Mr. Liu to refine a Gathering Qi Dispersion, so as to help Ling Er condense the Dou Cyclone in one fell swoop and advance to the rank of Fighter."

Han Mo was not polite and said directly.

Although he is the head of a clan, as a strong Douhuang man, he is naturally not a pedantic person.

Etiquette is indispensable, but polite words are something he disdains to say.

"Oh?"

"Ling Xian's nephew has already reached the Ninth Rank Dou Qi?"

"I remember that Ling Xian's nephew has just turned eleven this year, right?"

Liu Yi was surprised.