The northern part of the continent

Changhong Town, Gonan City

"Han'er, why did you get all the wounds on your face again, did they bully you again Lingshan, they all said that you should not have trouble with them?"

"A few of them are strong, you are younger and weaker than them, you will definitely be bullied by them"

A middle-aged woman who looked like a woman touched Ling Piaohan's little head, and said distressedly, gently wiping the abrasions on Ling Hantian's face with a hot towel as she spoke.

"They bullied people first, I practiced the combat skills that my father gave me yesterday in the forest, but Ling Shan and Ling Hu rushed out and said that they wanted to fight with me."

The voice came from Xiao Piaohan, a tiger-headed child, about 1.6 meters tall.

The eyebrows are delicate but the face is still childish, and the figure is slightly thin, but the waist is very straight.

Xiao Piaohan clenched his fists and said indignantly, "He also mocked me that the Wind Spur is the lowest combat skill of our Ling family, even if I practice no matter how much I practice, I am still a waste, and he also mocked his father and said that waste father has such a waste son."

As Piao Han's words landed, a middle-aged man with a slightly decadent back on the chaise longue on the side of the room sighed, but didn't say anything.

This person is Piao Han's father, named Ling Ping, Ling Ping's appearance is mediocre, his skin is slightly dark, and although there are no traces of time on his face, there is a sense of decadence that has been through vicissitudes.

If it was the first time they met, they might only think that Ling Ping was an ordinary middle-aged man who did nothing.

But who would have thought that a year ago, this man was also the cutting-edge combat power of the Ling family, one of the three major forces in Changhong Town.

"Let them say it, it's all children fighting each other, but you can't take it seriously," the woman said while wiping Xiao Piaohan's face, chattering and Piaohan.

"Mother, you don't know how angry people are, they don't say bad things about my father and me, and they use insidious means when they fight"

"Otherwise, with my father's wind spur and my golden gun, I will definitely beat them to the ground," Xiao Piaohan said angrily and stomped his foot fiercely.

Hearing this, the woman sighed, "Pure bragging, Ling Shan is two years older than you, and Ling Hu is more than half a year older than you." ”

"They probably learned the use of combat skills early, how can you beat them if you have practiced combat skills for a day."

When Xiao Piaohan heard this, he was so angry that he almost jumped up, "Mother, you still don't believe me! I learned to stab the wind three times in one day yesterday, if it wasn't for Ling Shan's last move to help Ling Hu block my attack, I would definitely be able to teach Ling Hu a good lesson."

As soon as Piao Han's words fell, the woman next to her frowned, "Han'er, you may not be able to scold ......" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ling Ping, who had been silent all along.

"Triple stabs, Han'er, are you sure you learned to stab the wind and the wind in one day, if you lie to your father, your father will beat you well" Ling Ping looked at Ling Piaohan with a surprised expression and asked.

After listening to Ling Ping's words, Xiao Piaohan, who was still a little angry, smiled and said a little proudly, "I'm telling the truth, Dad, if you don't believe it, I can show you now."

After Xiao Piaohan finished speaking, he turned around and rolled up his sleeves and was about to walk out the door.

"What do you want to do with the wound on your body, hurry back and rest" The woman stretched out her hand to stop Xiao Piaohan, but was stopped by Ling Ping.

Ling Ping said, "This little injury is not in the way, but if Han'er really cultivates three consecutive stabs in one day, this is the biggest joy in our family" After saying that, he left the chaise longue and walked out of the door with Xiao Piaohan.