Four years later.

Iris Canyon, beside the cliffs.

A handsome young man was climbing the cliff wall with one hand, he was five feet two tall, his skin was delicate, and his long inky hair was draped behind him, and there was a faint sheen in his hair.

He had already climbed back and forth for five rounds, and today's goal was to climb ten rounds with one hand, and the boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to climb to the top of the cliff.

The boy is twelve years old this year, and he has cultivated to the full level of the Holy Spirit.

In the Thousand Spirit Clan, this kind of cultivation is enough to rank in the top ten.

Three years ago, his cultivation broke through the first-level Holy Spirit, and in the time that followed, he always maintained the advanced speed of upgrading one layer every six months, and on the day he cultivated to break through the sixth-level Holy Spirit, his father handed him the spiritual power stone left by his wife, and in this way, this young man's cultivation advanced directly from the sixth level to the twelfth level overnight.

The boy's name is Xingluo.

After the physical training, the boy unfolded a silver-white portal, which was originally a teleportation technique that could only be practiced by a monk with a super holy spirit cultivation, and the boy had learned it in advance.

The other end of the portal is linked to the Misty Coast.

Every hour, Xingluo, who has completed physical training, will go to the Misty Coast on time to wait for his partners, and in the past four years, under his leadership, the partners in the 208 school building have also been accustomed to getting up early to practice, and they have been resting for many years.

"Yu Fei, you have to work hard to cultivate, now that I, the fat man, and Si Cheng are in Class A, I will leave you and Xiao Luo." Rong Yu shouted to Yu Fei beside him as he ran, a recent cultivation evaluation showed that Rong Yu's cultivation had broken through to the first-level Yuan Spirit, and Qingming and Si Cheng had also broken through to the fifteenth level of cultivation.

"I'm cultivating to a thirteenth-level spiritual cultivator now, and I'll definitely try to catch up with you in the next assessment." Rain is not the road; "It's Xiao Luo, although he is in Class B like me, I rarely see him come to class."

"The results of his last cultivation assessment showed that he was a tenth-level cultivator, but I always felt that it was not his real cultivation, he was the hardest working and most diligent among the five of us, how could his cultivation be only tenth."

Qing Ming, who was running at the front, also agreed with Rong Yu's words, "I don't believe that his cultivation is only a tenth-level spiritual cultivator, Xiao Yu, when he comes, won't you know if you compete with him?" ”

Hearing that he was going to find Xingluo to compete, Rong Yu hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "Don't ask me to go to him to compete, the last time I tested his cultivation, he took him to a cold and dark place, and I didn't find a way out all night." ”

"So miserable?"

"But no, I wandered around alone all night, he was good, he made a fire, ate and drank enough and slept well......"

The cold and dark place that Rong Yu said was Xingluo's fantasy world, half a year ago, he had to test Xingluo's cultivation, Xingluo had to temporarily create an illusion for him, the illusion was a forest like a labyrinth, with that experience, Rong Yu never talked to Xingluo again.

Hearing Rong Yu's complaints, Qingming laughed, "If you want me to say, the four of us together are not necessarily Xiao Luo's opponents, over the years, a few teachers in our academy have not been rectified by him, that embarrassed and miserable appearance." ”

"But isn't it, Xiao Luo seems to be better than anyone else on the surface, but he never shows mercy when he is a whole person."

"Who made the family a disciple of Teacher Mo, Teacher Mo is a person who even has to be polite to the dean, and those teachers don't even dare to say anything when they see him on weekdays."

"You! Guys! Four! Piece! What bad things are you saying about me here while I'm not there? Xingluo's voice suddenly appeared, he didn't know when he had joined the morning running queue of the four, he didn't hear a word of those words just now.

Xingluo's sudden arrival startled the four partners, "Dead Xiaoluo, when did you come out?" He likes to hide behind and eavesdrop on us! Qingming couldn't help but shout.

Xingluo squinted and smiled, "I just arrived for a while, and I didn't interrupt you when I saw what you were talking about!" ”

Qingming snorted twice and said, "Dead Xiaoluo, let's talk about it, early in the morning, you hid where to cultivate alone, and you never took us with you, and you don't treat us as brothers." ”

Xingluo took out a white pocket from behind him, and the light tea on the tip of his nose immediately smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafting from the pocket.

"It's to treat you as brothers, so I don't forget to bring delicious food back to treat you, these roasted sweet potatoes cost me a lot of effort, come on, take two for each person." Xingluo said as he shared the roasted sweet potatoes in his pocket with everyone.

The early winter sun gently sprinkled on the surface of the misty sea.

The five of them sat in a circle on the shore and then enjoyed a simple breakfast together, unbeknownst to them, these sweet potatoes were roasted in the polar illusion of ice and fire in Xingluo.

In the Polar Illusion of Ice and Fire, two opposing things, ice and fire, exist in the same space at the same time, and once the person being controlled enters the illusion, he will inevitably suffer the two extreme feelings of ice and fire at the same time.

With the continuous improvement of his cultivation, Xingluo's pupil-chasing technique was no longer limited to those simple illusions at the beginning.

After the morning exercise, Xingluo was separated from his partners again, and he had already made an appointment with Nie Binghe to go to Dongmian Mountain in the Water Night Country to practice swordsmanship.

Since Xingluo cultivated to break through the Holy Spirit, Mo Wanchen had less time to stay in Diling Academy, as the prince of the Thousand Spirit Clan, he needed to spend more time taking care of Lan Zi's daily affairs, so Xingluo's time became much freer.

Dongmian Mountain is about 400 miles away from Emperor Yan, and it will take about two hours for Edgeworth to fly.

Xingluo didn't want to spend too much time on the road, and after using the teleportation technique to enter the Water Night Realm, he used the Edgeworth Flight.

Four years ago, when Emperor Yan fought a war, Nie Binghe became interested in this young man named Leng Yening, and after coming and going, the two became friends who talked about everything.

The climate of the water night is similar to that of Emperor Yan, and after entering the water night realm, Xingluo used the disguise technique to transform himself into a cold night condensation for the first time. Dongmian Mountain is located in the north of the water night country, and it is a place with excellent scenery.

Nie Binghe's hometown is located at the foot of Dongmian Mountain, a place called Luoqing Town, which is home to about 300 families, and most of the people here have lived by hunting for hundreds of years.

Nie Binghe is the only son in the family, his father Nie Liying is a ninth-level Holy Spirit cultivation of the sword god, mother Nie Hanxiang is an eighth-level Holy Spirit cultivation of the qin envoy, the couple traveled around in the early years, until the age of forty did they settle down in Luoqing Town, Nie Binghe was born in the second year of their settlement, from childhood to adulthood, Nie Binghe's swordsmanship is inherited from his father, although he has become a concubine of the Water Night Country, he will still regularly take his wife back to the town to accompany his parents.

Xingluo found Nie Binghe on the top of Dongmian Mountain, four years have passed, his appearance has not changed much, his face still has an angular and cold temperament, and Nie Binghe came with his wife, Fusang, the princess of the Water Night Kingdom.

Fusang is the first time to see Xingluo, like all other members of the opposite sex, the first time she sees Xingluo, her eyes are inseparable, seeing this scene, Nie Binghe, who has always been cold, can't sit still, he rubbed his wife into his arms, and then said softly: "My little princess, don't be fascinated by Leng Yening's face that charms all beings." ”

"Charm...... Charm all beings......" Xingluo laughed dumbly.

Fusang snuggled in Nie Binghe's arms and smiled softly, "What's wrong?" My colt, are you jealous? ”

Nie Binghe pretended to be angry and nodded: "You've looked at him several times, can I not be jealous?" ”

Fusang hid his face and smiled: "Then I will only look at you for the rest of the time." ”

"That's pretty much it."

Xingluo, who was standing on the side, was a little embarrassed, as soon as he came, he saw the couple showing affection so much, so he coughed lightly twice, and said, "Brother Nie, am I not here at the right time......

Nie Binghe kissed Fusang's lips lightly, and then picked up two glasses of wine and came to Xingluo, "No, Ye Ning, you came at the right time, Shui Ye welcomes your arrival." With that, he handed one of the glasses of wine to Xingluo.

Xingluo took the wine glass and was embarrassed again, he was so big, let alone drinking, he didn't even know what the taste of wine was, but Nie Binghe was treating guests with wine, and reluctantly, he had to pick up the wine glass, take a deep breath, close his eyes, and drink all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The wine was very astringent and bitter, and soon, a hot sensation permeated Xingluo's taste buds and sense of smell.

Before Nie Binghe could speak, Xingluo had already turned aside and vomited.

Nie Binghe was taken aback, and when he saw Xingluo, whose face turned pale in an instant, he hurriedly asked Fusang to hand over a glass of warm water, "Ye Ning, are you okay?" Looking at you like this, could it be that you've never been to a bar before? ”

Xingluo waved his hand, and after a long time, he slowly eased up, and the feeling of severe nausea just now made him not want to be contaminated with a drop of wine in his life.

"Let Brother Nie see the joke, this is indeed my first time drinking." Xingluo smiled helplessly.

Nie Binghe blamed himself a little, he complained to himself several times, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'll serve you a drink without asking clearly." ”

"Brother Nie is fine, I'm fine, let's start practicing swords!"

Seeing that Xingluo was really fine, Nie Binghe picked up the sword he carried with him.

In the morning, the entire summit of Dongmian Mountain has been completely exposed to the sun, but fortunately, it is winter, and the sun is not as dazzling as in summer.

Taking advantage of the time when Nie Binghe and Xingluo were talking, Fusang had already changed into a set of mopping light green smoke gauze skirts, and after a simple hand cleaning, she took an ink-colored guqin to the edge of the cliff and sat down, after flattening the qin, her slender jade fingers began to fluctuate on the guqin, and soon, a melodious sound came out from the strings, and Xingluo realized that Fusang was originally a qin envoy.

The two have been fighting on the top of the mountain until noon, all these years, Nie Binghe has been working hard to improve his cultivation, and now, he is also a sword god with a third-level Holy Spirit cultivation, but in the face of Xingluo, he has always felt that he is powerless, for four years, they have met at least once a year, but every time they meet and learn, he feels that the gap between him and Xingluo is getting bigger and bigger.

In just an hour and a half, Nie Binghe had obviously lost his strength, but Xingluo didn't seem to feel tired at all.

"I forgot to ask you, the last time we met, you said that you already have a fifth-level Holy Spirit cultivation, and now?" Nie Binghe asked, that time when Xingluo told him that he had broken through the fifth level of Holy Spirit cultivation, he was already shocked, he hadn't seen him for a year, he guessed that this swordsman's cultivation should have reached the sixth level.

Xingluo smiled faintly, "If I told you that I am now a full-level Holy Spirit cultivator, would you believe it?" ”

"Full level Holy Spirit?" Fuso's piano stopped suddenly, and her gaze turned to the handsome young man again.

Nie Binghe was even more stunned at this moment, he didn't dare to imagine that the young man in front of him, who was only twenty-one years old, actually had a twelve-level Holy Spirit in his cultivation, "You... Did you just seal your cultivation to compete with me? ”

Xingluo nodded, "You're right, during the time I competed with you, I sealed half of my cultivation. ”