The westernmost territory of the Lin Dynasty was a barren land with no end in sight called the Gusui Desert, and on the edge of the desert there was a small border town called Xibi City.

There are more than a dozen villages and towns of all sizes scattered outside the west wall, and the people in each town have a surname and a clan, and they have their own heritage.

Ling Zhen martial arts field.

At this time, it was September, and it was noon, and the sun was scorching, but the teenagers on the martial arts field were practicing in an orderly manner, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads could not extinguish their enthusiasm, and from time to time there were bursts of shouts of practice.

"There is vitality between heaven and earth, and only by working hard to refine the vitality and temper the body can it be possible to become a martial artist and win glory for the family, do you understand?"

Teaching Xi Ling Feng asked.

"Understood!"

The teenagers replied loudly.

"Martial arts are all the way, the strong are respected, and becoming a respected warrior is the dream of every teenager. ”

"Alright, review the Gravel Fist I gave you yesterday, and then disband!"

Ling Feng ordered.

"Yes!"

The teenagers found their partners and began to practice gravel boxing in pairs.

On the boulder on the periphery of the crowd sat a young man with clear eyebrows, only seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in ordinary black clothes.

The boy's name is Ling Zimo.

"You see, he's lazy again. ”

"Hehe, we are training desperately, but he is sleeping, and the small life is really nourishing. ”

"Shhhhh ”

"What are you afraid of? He's just a waste who can't cultivate now. ”

"It's, maybe, he can't even beat me now. ”

It may be to deliberately let Ling Zimo hear it, and the people who said these words deliberately raised their voices.

Ling Zimo closed his eyes tightly and laughed at himself, as if he hadn't heard anything, like an old monk in a fixed place.

He hears similar words every day, no way, who makes himself a waste now!

Three years ago, Ling Zimo was a well-deserved first day talent in Lingjia Town, he began to practice martial arts at the age of eight, reached the triple quenching body at the age of ten, and reached the ninth level of the quenching body at the age of fifteen, and was known as the genius of the Ling family once in a century.

It was in that year that the family decided to let Ling Zimo and other seven young generation masters enter the depths of the Gusui Desert to experience.

Ling Zimo and the others were attacked in the depths of the Gusui Desert, and all the troops were wiped out except Ling Zimo.

Although Ling Zimo, who was seriously injured, did not die, he left a terrible sequelae.

Whenever Ling Zimo absorbed the vitality, his whole body would be cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the pain was incomparable.

Because he couldn't absorb and use the vitality for a long time, Ling Zimo's cultivation dropped from the original quenching body nine to the quenching body threefold, and his status in the Ling family also plummeted.

"It's been three years! The cold poison in my body is getting stronger and stronger. Could it be that I am destined not to become a martial artist in my life?"

Ling Zimo clenched his fists, he was unwilling to spend the rest of his life as a waste.

Ling Zimo didn't like to join in the fun, and the reason why he came to the martial arts arena every day to meditate was because cultivating under the sun could suppress the cold poison in his body and alleviate his pain.

"Shut up! Have you practiced your gravel fist? A few of you come here, go around the martial arts arena, fifty laps, and you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish running. ”

Ling Feng is Ling Zimo's uncle, and his strength in the Ling family is second only to the head of the family and several others.

Those Ling family disciples didn't dare to disobey Ling Feng's orders, they glanced at Ling Zimo resentfully, and then obediently went to run in circles.

Ling Feng walked towards Ling Zimo and glanced at him with a complicated expression.

Seeing a genius reduced to a waste, he can't do anything about it. The only thing he can do now is to protect the boy's self-esteem.

"Zimo, how are you feeling now?

Ling Feng asked with concern.

"Uncle Ling Feng, don't worry! As long as you don't absorb the vitality, the cold poison will not attack. ”

Ling Zimo replied with a smile.

Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh with regret, for Ling Zimo, not being able to absorb vitality was more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Zimo, don't worry! Over the years, we and your father have been looking for a cure for the cold poison. Someday, we will surely cure you of the cold poison. ”

Ling Zimo knew that the cold poison in his body was extraordinary, and in the past three years, the Ling family had tried countless methods to cure him for the cold poison, but nothing had any effect.

"Isn't this Zimo Biaodi? I haven't seen each other for so long, why don't you advance but retreat in your cultivation! Look at my memory, I forgot, you are now a waste person who can't absorb vitality, and it is already a great fortune to be alive. ”

Ling Zimo opened his eyes and turned his head to see that the person who spoke was Ling Yang.

Ling Yang is the son of the Great Elder, with outstanding talent, among the younger generation of the Ling family, only the previous Ling Zimo can overpower him.

Three years ago, Ling Yang was sent out by the Great Elder to practice, with the purpose of surpassing Ling Zimo.

But who would have thought that things are people, after not seeing each other for three years, Ling Zimo has already become a wasted person.

"Ling Yang, did you come back to deliberately mock me?"

Ling Zimo asked.

"Of course not! As we all know, you are already a waste, and the successor to the head of the family is still in your hands. How can a wasted man lead the family to glory?"

"A month later, there will be a decennial ancestor worship ceremony, and it is also the time to establish the next successor head of the family, and I am here to tell you that I am determined to succeed to the position of the head of the family. ”

Ling Yang said confidently.

Ling Zimo smiled indifferently, "The position of successor to the head of the family is indeed tempting, but you are not worthy of being the successor head of the family. ”

When Ling Yang heard Ling Zimo's words, he showed a look of disdain, "I don't deserve to be the successor head of the family, are you worthy? ”

Ling Yang said in a contemptuous tone, "Ling Zimo, do you still think that you were a genius boy back then? Don't dream, you are just a waste person who is bullied now, recognize the reality!"

Ling Zimo stood up and looked directly at Ling Yang, "I'm not a waste, Ling Yang, don't deceive people too much!"

Ling Yang said: "You said that you are not a waste, then defeat me and prove it with your strength." ”

When the words fell, Ling Yang punched out, directly knocking Ling Zimo back three or five steps.

"Quenching the body eightfold!" Ling Zimo glared at Ling Yang, enduring the sharp pain in his chest.

"Ling Zimo, look at what you look like now. You can't even take a punch from me, and you still want to be the successor head of the family, it's just wishful thinking. See, that's the gap between you and me. ”

"You're a useless young master!"