Qin Fan felt that his whole body was surrounded by a terrifying energy, and even his breathing became extremely rapid.

After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and his body still couldn't help but tremble, and a chill felt from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his body in an instant.

Since he was a child, Qin Fan has been subjected to a lot of rolling eyes and cold words, but compared to today, it seems to be just a drizzle.

There was always a voice in Qin Fan's heart telling him that this thing in front of him was really terrifying.

"What are you afraid of? That little guy has already been dealt with by me!" The phantom condensed by the red mang, which seemed to understand Qin Fan's thoughts, asked curiously.

The illusionary shadow kept changing in mid-air, lingering around Qin Fan.

From a distance, Qin Fan looked like a flame, fighting something.

"I... Thank you, can I go?"

Qin Fan calmed down for a moment, stood up, and looked at the red cold air in mid-air with a smile on his face.

"You want to go?"

Hongmang's voice suddenly became angry, and several ghostly flames immediately appeared in the sky, burning fiercely.

"No, no, no, I'm thankful for you, but I really have something else to ,,,"

Seeing that the other party was angry, Qin Fan directly opened his mouth to explain, wanting to leave this messy land of right and wrong.

"Oh, then I won't let you leave!" the ghostly flame faded out, and the voice in the red glow continued.

"Why aren't you allowed to leave?" Qin Fan was puzzled and asked rhetorically.

"Just let me see your strength!" the voice in the red mangzhong became cold.

In the next second, the ghostly red mangs directly wound Zhang Hao, as if entering the texture, imprisoning Qin Fan.

"What are you going to do! Let go of me!" Qin Fan exerted all his strength, wanting to resist, only to find that his whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Qin Fan's steel teeth clenched, cold sweat rinsed on his immature face, and his hideous face looked extremely painful.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the red light penetrates into the soles of Qin Fan's feet, and in the blink of an eye, it swims all over Qin Fan's body.

"Whew!"

After a while, Qin Fan let out a long breath, and his imprisoned whole body was instantly activated, and his muscles and bones made a crackling sound.

"Hmm... Yuan Li hasn't awakened the little doll, but it's still good, with fifteenth-order perception, and a very solid pair of muscles!" The voice in the red mangzhong softened, and he couldn't help but admire.

At this moment, Qin Fan on the other side was completely stunned.

What kind of situation is this, is he a transparent person in front of it!

It seemed to see through Qin Fan's mind at a glance, and the voice in the red mangzhong continued: "You should know that the Yuan Force Awakening Martial Artist, everyone will have their own battle spirit!"

Qin Fan nodded, this is a well-known thing on the mainland.

If you want to become a warrior, you need to buy a war spirit with different prices, and in some war spirit shops and mercenary groups, you can buy war spirits at different prices.

This is also a necessary condition for becoming a warrior, and only with a war spirit can you awaken the Yuan Force and become a glorious warrior.

"You are already fifteen years old, this year should be the last year of Yuan Li's awakening, and you don't have a battle spirit yet, don't you want to become a martial artist?"

The mysterious voice continued to ask, and after some probing, it felt really weird.

With fifteenth-order perception, although it is not top-notch, it is also superior, and in any family, it will be cultivated as a key object, but this kid doesn't even have a battle spirit!

"Hey..."

Qin Fan let out a long sigh and gave a detailed introduction to the family's affairs.

It's not just because of the money, the most important reason is the curse that the Qin family has suffered for many years.

"Hahaha! The curse of bullshit is all about deceiving children. Hongmang suddenly burst into a burst of laughter, not believing it at all.

Where there is any curse, most of them are the work of people.

"Don't you believe it, my eldest brother, second brother, really have no return!"

Seeing this, Qin Fan immediately retorted.

“....”

Hongmang was silent for a moment, but did not speak.

It's not because of acquiescence, it's that there is no reason to refute it, and the silence it deserves.

"What do you understand about the Battle Spirit?" the mysterious voice suddenly spoke.

"Uh... I heard that the war spirit is just a tool, and after the awakening of the Yuan Force is successful, it can be discarded, but the higher the level of the War Soul, the purer the awakened Yuan Force will be, and the higher the achievements will be in the future..."

The more Qin Fan talked, the more interested he became, and he talked endlessly, telling everything he knew.

"You're only half right!" Hongmang affirmed Qin Fan's statement.

"Hey, hey, hey..."Qin Fan scratched his little head and smiled awkwardly.

It seems that Guan Gong is playing a big knife in front of him!

"However, the first half of what you said is completely wrong! The battle spirit is not only a tool, but also the foundation of a martial artist's life, and if you choose the battle spirit, you will also choose the direction of your future cultivation!" the mysterious voice explained carefully.

Qin Fan listened even more seriously, it was the first time he had heard of these things, and he was a little skeptical.

But I don't know why, Qin Fan secretly remembered these things in his heart.

"Do you know what a war spirit is?" Hongmang continued to ask, as he seemed interested.

"There are many kinds of war spirits, there are power types, wisdom types, all kinds..."

"I know a lot!"

The mysterious voice was very satisfied with Zhang Hao's answer and asked, "Then how about I give you a battle spirit?"

"Give me one?"

Qin Fan's clear eyes flashed, and he asked excitedly, "Why did you give me one?"

You must know that the Battle Spirit can be sold for a thousand gold coins in the Battle Spirit Shop in Lingfeng City, and the worst can also be sold for about seven hundred.

The price is absolutely high, and there is no market for the price, and the supply exceeds the demand.

"Because you and I are destined!"

"Fate?"

Qin Fan was simple-minded, believed this reason, and continued to ask, "How many grades of war soul is that?!"

"Little thing, there are still a lot of thoughts!" Hongmang sighed and continued to reply: "Eight pins, intelligent battle spirit!"

"Eight pins!"

Qin Fan's eyes trembled, and he pinched himself, making sure that it was not a dream.

After some inquiry, it was finally determined that it was really eight products!

The highest-level battle soul that Ling Feng City had sold was a seventh-grade power-type battle soul, and it had sold five thousand gold coins, but he didn't expect that he would actually get such an opportunity.

Eight products, intelligent war spirit!

Absolutely the best existence.

"It depends on whether your perception can withstand my eight-rank intellectual battle soul!"

Hongmang sighed with emotion, "Whoosh!" and a back and forth, a crimson bead was suspended in the misty red mang.

"This is the soul core of the Bright Yuan Beast, put it away!"

A little red mang, it fell directly into Qin Fan's hands.

Qin Fan looked at the soul core in his hand, his face was excited, and he couldn't put it down.

"Ah......h

In the next second, a strange red light followed Qin Fan's eyebrows and directly entered his body.

Qin Fan's face turned dark, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the sharp pain coming from his internal organs made him unbearably burst out into a painful wail, shocking the mountains and forests.

"Bang!".

Qin Fan suddenly felt his soul wandering, as if he had been pulled out of his body, and the sharp pain in his heart made him unable to bear it anymore, and his feet fell lightly and directly to the ground.

"I... What's wrong with me?"