Wind Lan Empire, Via City, Demon Spirit Junior College, outside an alley with intricate buildings at the entrance of the school.

Four seventeen-year-old boys who were following Zhang Qing stood in unison at the entrance, and the four of them turned their heads from time to time to glance at the screaming alley, and then laughed to their heart's content.

In the alley, Zhang Qing was pinching the neck of the entity Zhang Ling, who was already covered in bruises, and could only breathe desperately with his tongue out.

Zhang Ling's sluggish and empty eyes subconsciously showed a strong survival gaze when he was about to suffocate.

"Brother Qing, forget it, just teach him a lesson. ”

A finger of slender white jade palm gently patted Zhang Qing's shoulder, whose face was extremely fierce.

The girl who walked out from behind Zhang Qing was wearing a simple and lovely pink skirt, a standard beauty melon seed face, and a pair of charming and smart phoenix eyes.

Although the girl can't be called stunning, she is also a beautiful embryo with a good temperament.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrant girl who came to his side, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

The arm that was originally holding Zhang Ling's neck was slowly put down, and then regardless of the girl's wishes, he suddenly stretched out his arm and hugged the girl in his arms.

The girl pretended to squirm for a moment, pouted, and lay down in Zhang Qing's arms with a shy face.

"It's a pity, this immortal genius of the Zhang family, if he hadn't become mentally handicapped, today's scenery would definitely make him unforgettable. ”

Zhang Qing looked at the beauty in her arms with tenderness, and then glared at Zhang Ling, who was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and enjoyed the time very much in her heart.

"Sister Fei'er, don't worry, Ye Liang of the Ye family, I will get back the hatred of your bullying yesterday in the upcoming Senior Academy Trials. ”

Zhang Qing recalled the intriguing appearance of the black-clothed young man just now, and his heart burned with rage, he would never allow anyone to touch his things, including his fame, power, and beauty.

At the same time that Zhang Qing was beating Zhang Ling, who was physically demented, Zhang Ling, the soul body floating on the alley, began to have a lot of thoughts.

Sure enough, this young man, who is also surnamed Zhang, was not kind enough to save his body, but now he is heavier than the young man in black.

"What did I do in my last life?"

Two ethereal souls floating above the alley, Zhang Ling, who had a mature face but a thin body, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was full of grief.

On Earth, it is extremely painful to suffer from the Poisonous Spirit Soul Devourer, and it is difficult to get this so-called Demon Spirit Continent, but the body is so miserable.

This made him wonder if the name Zhang Ling was poisonous.

"It's time for me to go, tell the girl below for me to be careful of Zhang Qing. ”

Another immature Zhang soul, after seeing the girl below, finally let go of everything in his heart indifferently, and only the freedom that belonged to the teenager was left in his dark and bright eyes.

Before Zhang Ling, who had crossed over from the earth, could calm down, the naïve Zhang Soul had already rushed into his soul.

On the alley, the two souls hardly have any rejection, flawlessly blended together, like a pair of jade mergers that have been separated for a long time, and only now can they be truly whole.

After the fusion, Zhang Ling absorbed a large amount of memories carried by the remnant soul of the Demon Spirit Continent almost instantly.

Zhang Ling, an entity lying on the ground in the corner of the alley gasping for breath, quietly flashed a spiritual light in the depths of his brain, sucking the soul of Zhang Ling in the sky into his body.

The old dragon in the sword pattern ancient ring has been perceiving the outside world, and this strange phenomenon that is happening, the old dragon's calm heart for hundreds of years can't stop surging.

The extremely vast teleportation formation, as well as this ingenious soul fusion method, the old dragon couldn't think of anyone else in this demon spirit continent who could lay out such an exquisite miracle technique.

Sensing that Zhang Ling on the ground seemed to have moved, Zhang Qing let go of the girl, squatted down, the palm of his right hand glowed with cyan spiritual power, and a short sawtooth bone knife floated from the ancient ring on his finger.

This short knife is a treasure polished from the very sharp bone spurs on the body of the twentieth level demon spirit beast Piercing Porcupine, and it is also a gift from the patriarch of the Zhang family on Zhang Qing's seventeenth birthday.

Zhang Qing looked at this strangely shaped but extremely sharp bone knife with satisfaction, and it was also a gift from Zhang Ling and his son, and it was no longer suitable to use it to torture Zhang Ling.

The girl standing on the side, her phoenix eyes were full of worry, and she was afraid that the young man in front of her would do irreversible things on impulse.

Although Zhang Ling is already a mentally handicapped waste in the Zhang family, his patriarchal father, who is eager to repay him, is still very protective of his shortcomings.

If you bully Zhang Ling, you can throw all the responsibility on Ye Liang, the young master of the Ye family, who is hostile to the Zhang family in Via City.

But if Zhang Ling is killed, I am afraid that the patriarch will first destroy the self-patriarchal association, and then get to the bottom of it, find out the enemy by unscrupulous means, and avenge his son.

Thinking of the patriarch's calm and solemn old face, the girl Zhang Fei'er was secretly afraid, she hurriedly grabbed Zhang Qing's arm and signaled him not to mess around.

"Don't worry, Fei'er, I have a number, I just want to scratch his face, the genius who combined appearance and strength in Via City back then, now only his disgusting skin is left. ”

Zhang Qing stared at Zhang Ling on the ground with red eyes and didn't know when to close his eyes and breathe.

Zhang Qing picked up the serrated bone knife and slapped it on Zhang Ling's swollen face like a pig's head, playfully scraping Zhang Ling's wound that had stopped bleeding.

Suddenly, the latter's sword eyebrows were condensed, and he suddenly opened his pair of dark and deep starry eyes, staring at Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the bone knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"You ......"

That familiar look resurfaced in Zhang Qing's mind like a nightmare from childhood.

But soon Zhang Qing came back to his senses, and kept hinting to himself that Zhang Ling had become mentally handicapped and would never come back.

Zhang Qing, who came to his senses, also realized that he had made a big mess in front of the girl.

Suddenly a strong sense of revenge arose, he would never allow that the only genius of the Zhang family, the noble himself, would lose face in front of women.

However, Zhang Qing still leaned in front of Zhang Ling with palpitations and looked at his bright and transparent eyes to make sure that there was no problem.

Just as Zhang Qing looked at Zhang Ling's eyes carefully, the latter's soul had completely merged with his physical body.

Zhang Ling, who had a physical body again, finally regained consciousness, staring at the corners of the mouth of the ruthless villain in front of him, and his brain quickly revered, how to solve the trouble in front of him,

The combination of memories has allowed Zhang Ling to understand why he was beaten by two groups of people and the cause of that incident.

It's just that this morning, Zhang Fei'er was late for class at the academy, and was blocked by Ye Liang, a black-clothed boy who was late together, and teased Fei Bo on the side of the road.

It just so happened that he was in a state of dementia and passed by, and the demented self subconsciously took the initiative to protect Zhang Fei'er in his arms with his body, not letting Ye Liang tease, and finally provoked Ye Liang and others to beat him.

This caused a stir at the time, and all the students in the college knew about it, and Ye Liang did not let Zhang Ling go easily after school.

After that, there was this scene that Zhang Ling happened to encounter when he crossed over, but he wondered that he sacrificed his life to protect Zhang Fei'er, and this Zhang Fei'er didn't have any kindness at all.

Zhang Qing must be stunned because his dementia self had intimate contact with Zhang Fei'er, so he was jealous and dragged his dementia here to vent.

What the fuck is this logic? It's intolerable to anyone.

It turns out that the self on the Demon Spirit Continent has grown all the way to this, except for those beautiful moments in the past year or two, the suffering on his back is no less than his own.

"Alas, God is jealous of the talented. ”

Zhang Ling ignored Zhang Qing and sighed depressedly.

The sword pattern ancient ring on Zhang Ling's finger seemed to know the anger and injustice in the young man's heart, and suddenly a strong blue light attached to the young man's body.

Hovering in that dark space, the old dragon who had been staring at the outside world with his spiritual power shook his long flowing beard, and his old eyes were full of expectations for the young man.

Zhang Ling secretly said thank you solemnly to the old dragon in the ancient ring.

Because he knew where this blue spiritual power attached to his body came from.

"He seems to be a little weird, Brother Qing. ”

The careful Zhang Fei'er didn't pay much attention to the blue light that suddenly flashed on Zhang Ling's body.

What she really cares about is the sign of dementia that has accompanied Zhang Ling for many years, as if it has completely disappeared.

"Hmph, what weird ...... can be. ”

Zhang Qing saw that Zhang Ling was still silent, but he picked up the bone knife with great interest, preparing to cut Zhang Ling's face one by one.

However, this time, before the tip of the knife touched Zhang Ling's cheek, a strong fist wind rubbed against the air and made a loud noise, and then Zhang Ling's fist with the blessing of blue spiritual power smashed Zhang Qing's face.

The defenseless Zhang Qing couldn't even use the most basic spiritual power to protect his body, and he was smashed into the air by the fierce fist, and his body slammed into the wall of the alley.

The sudden scene frightened Zhang Fei'er to cover her pale red lips and stand in place, her smart and delicate phoenix eyes were full of incredulity, and she forgot to help Zhang Qing for a while.

"Young Master Zhang, are you okay. ”

Standing at the exit of the alley, the four followers of the wind, seeing this scene, hurriedly ran forward one after another to help Zhang Qing.

"Fuck off. ”

Zhang Qing's eyes lit up with monstrous anger, and he forcibly pushed away the four young men who helped him up.

The punch smashed his proud face straight into the nosebleed.

Zhang Qing held on to the wall with great difficulty, staring at Zhang Ling viciously as if nothing had happened, and the anger in his heart almost reached its peak.

It's just that the strength of the fist just now made Zhang Qing directly lose the strength to resist, plus his brain was dizzy and his nose bleeded, and now he can't do anything except glare at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Fei'er, who thought that Zhang Ling would stop there, never expected that Zhang Ling directly ignored everyone present, with an indifferent expression, walked in front of Zhang Qing, and looked at Zhang Qing's seemingly fierce gaze.

In less than three seconds, Zhang Qing once again took a few steps backwards like a ghost, and fell to the ground softly.

Because Zhang Ling's indifferent eyes were almost Zhang Qing's entire childhood nightmare.

Zhang Ling would not let go of the people who tortured him so easily, but he was also very measured.

The slap with blue spiritual power slapped down the face of Zhang Qing, who fell to the ground, and slapped it fiercely.

The four people on the side suddenly stood in place, including Zhang Fei'er.

This is even more uncomfortable than killing Zhang Qing, who has super self-esteem.

Zhang Ling slapped Zhang Qing frantically, anyway, with the addition of spiritual power, it doesn't hurt to hit people.

If he is not satisfied, he will slap it into his nightmare, this quintessential way of playing, but he learned it when he followed the old and unserious Nie Yuanshan to fight in an Internet café.

On the side, Zhang Qing's four little followers dared to step forward to stop him, even the boss of the Seventy Demon Spirit Point was now pressed to the ground by this madman and rubbed, just his four thin arms and thin legs, it was almost the same as going up to deliver food.

After about two or three hundred loud slaps, Zhang Qing finally knelt down and begged for mercy with a sad face.

Zhang Ling speculated on the time, and seeing that it was not early, he clapped his hands, pulled Zhang Qing's cyan long robe, and lifted him from the ground like catching a chicken.

"Isn't it cool to watch a play?"

Zhang Ling looked around indifferently at the four little followers standing in place.

Frightened, the four of them took a few steps back.

Zhang Ling slapped Zhang Qing, whose head was swollen to the same size as himself, and threw it under Zhang Fei'er's pink skirt.

"The four of you come and fight me back to Zhang's mansion. ”

Zhang Ling angrily reprimanded the four people who were timid and afraid, picked up the sawtooth bone knife from the ground, and played with it in his hand.

On the way home, Zhang Ling was comfortably lying on the hands of Zhang Qing's four little followers, and Zhang Qing, whose brain seemed to be shaking all the time, could only walk by holding Zhang Fei'er's thin shoulders.

This can make the four little followers and Zhang Fei'er very tired.

After walking for about half an hour, a group of people swaggered through the market under the attention of people on the roadside.

Such a strange formation quickly attracted a lot of discussion from the crowd, and Zhang Ling's shoulder was inserted at some point with the bone knife belonging to Zhang Qing.

"Alas, aren't these the two young masters of the Zhang family?"

"Yes, it's really strange, why did that idiot young master get hurt so badly this time. ”

"There is also Zhang Qing, who has always been arrogant and domineering, and his head is swollen into a pig's head. ”

"Could it be that they were beaten together?"

"You fart, that Zhang Mansion only announced to the whole city yesterday, saying that Zhang Qing, the son of the Great Elder, broke through to the Seventy Demon Spirit Point, and this ordinary person really can't beat him. ”

"Could it be...... These two young masters are fighting for the beautiful girl next to them?"

"Hmm...... I think it's very likely, didn't you see that the idiot young master had a knife stuck in his body? It must be that the idiot young master was jealous, and the two tore together, and finally Zhang Qing was angry, and took out the guy and stabbed the idiot young master. ”

"Yes, I think that's the case, after all, that idiot young master, five years ago, he was recognized as a genius on the first day of Via City, and even now it is estimated that his strength is definitely not weak. ”

Under the gossip of the roadside people, Zhang Ling closed his eyes leisurely and recuperated, Zhang Qing and Zhang Fei'er were naturally not as relieved as Zhang Ling, and their faces were already like frosted eggplants, which were very ugly.

Breathing the air under this different sky, although Zhang Ling was full of emotion in his heart, he could only endure it first, because there were still too many things waiting for him to complete.

The ancient and stately courtyard is built on one of the most prosperous areas of the city of Via.

Two stone lions, about two meters tall, stand in front of the gate of this luxurious mansion.

A group of cultivators with tigers on their backs stood on the periphery of the stone lion, looking like the gate of the house was extremely strict, and on the plaque waving the great line, the engraved word "Zhangfu" was even more vigorous.

Zhang Ling lay on his side and opened his eyes, quickly searching for the memories in the depths of his brain, there was a feeling that he was very familiar with and missed, accurately, this was his "home" on the Demon Spirit Continent.