"Soul power, zero!"

There were three big characters shining on the heavenly monument, piercing into the young man's eyes, his face was expressionless, the corners of his mouth hesitated, and a touch of self-deprecation hung up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yan Sanjun, soul power, zero!" Next to the heavenly monument, an old man stared at the numbers on the monument and read it out indifferently......

As soon as his voice fell, it caused a lot of commotion, and cold words came to his face, which was extremely turbulent.

"Zero? It's zero again, it's really a once-in-a-century waste! This is the third year! ”

"Hey, three years ago I was an immortal genius, but three years later, I became a piece of waste. It's really unpredictable. ”

"If someone hadn't secretly covered it, this kid would have been devoured by that group of demons a long time ago."

"Cut, come on, just a waste like him, I'm afraid even the evil ghost won't bother to touch him. Zero soul power, swallow him with a fart......"

The surrounding discussions came and went, ranging from disdainful cynicism to vague sighs. These voices were like silver needles, piercing the boy's eardrums fiercely, making his head buzz.

The young man lifted his delicate face and faced the slanderous peers around him, a hint of pity in his black pupils, but he quickly regained his usual indifference.

"It's just a bunch of clowns, so why bother with it. If it had been three years ago...... Yan Sanjun's face showed a bitter smile, he turned around lonely, turned his back to everyone, and faced the whole world alone.

"The test continues, next, Liang Wu!"

Hearing the shout, another teenager quickly walked out of the crowd and came to the Heavenly Monument. His appearance made the surrounding discussion much quieter, and more eyes were focused on him, especially on his face......

The boy is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his height is close to 1.8 meters, and his face is very special, half black, half white, like a natural Taiji diagram. This face interprets the order of this world - the balance of yin and yang.

The young man didn't care about the gaze around him, he walked quickly to the Heavenly Monument, walked lightly, put his hands on it, and then slowly closed his eyes......

A moment later, the heavenly monument shone again, and four words appeared: "Soul power, sevenfold!" ”

"Liang Wu, soul power, sevenfold!" The old man chanted aloud.

"Ah, that's great, I finally don't have to be bullied by big fools anymore." Liang Wu couldn't help but say, with a smile on his face, half yin and half yang, looking a little awkward.

"Sevenfold soul power, obediently, it's really amazing, he's only thirteen or fourteen years old, at this rate, he is expected to condense in less than two years."

"Do you mean the corpse dog of one of the Seven Spirits? Worthy of being a descendant of black and white impermanence, such talents are by no means comparable to ordinary people......"

In the crowd, all kinds of envy were spreading, making the whole square lively. Liang Wu smiled with satisfaction, and a little vanity inevitably rose in his heart.

After retreating to his position and accepting the blessings of a few friends around him, Liang Wu's eyes suddenly condensed into a line, through the human wall, staring at the lonely figure outside the crowd.

Yan Sanjun, that was Liang Wu's childhood friend, was the person he had been chasing and vowing to surpass, but in the past three years, Yan Sanjun's performance has been mediocre, and his cultivation has not increased but retreated, and he has been left far behind.

Liang Wu hesitated to go over and say hello to him, his brows furrowed for a long time, and finally dismissed this idea. Now, they are no longer people of the same class, one has a worrying fate, and the other has a bright future.

"Alas......" Liang Wu sighed softly, and Yan Sanjun three years ago inexplicably appeared in his mind, that high-spirited genius boy, who broke through the ninefold soul power at the age of twelve, and almost condensed the corpse dog spirit, and was known as the most potential wizard in hundreds of years.

However, how difficult the world is, the future is unpredictable, no one could have imagined that just three years ago, this immortal genius suddenly lost everything, and the soul power of more than ten years of penance disappeared overnight, and the corpse dog spirit that was just about to condense successfully also disappeared with the passage of time.

The strange disappearance of soul power turned Yan Sanjun's genius name into a once-in-a-century waste, and all kinds of ridicule followed, completely drowning him.

Since then, he has been in a slump, no matter how hard he tries, he can't regain the glory of yesterday, and what is even more sad is that his soul power test results for three consecutive years turned out to be zero.

"Next, Feng Changqing!"

Suddenly, the old man's voice sounded again. The crowd was quiet again.

Everyone's eyes were focused on a young man, who was wearing a cyan robe, standing calmly between the crowd, his eyebrows were arrogant, and his expression was solemn.

"Feng Changqing, is he Feng Changqing? It doesn't seem like anything special! ”

"Shhhh He is Feng Changqing, he has been on the battlefield since he was thirteen years old, and he has a ghost with a blade and blood on his hands. ”

"What? Thirteen years old has a bad hand, so how old is he this year? ”

"Fourteen."

"Ahh This, this, what a freak! ”

Feng Changqing came steadily to the heavenly monument, contemplated for a moment, raised his hand, and put it on the monument.

The dazzling light bloomed again, shining brightly against the four big characters on it.

"Soul power, ninefold!"

There was a brief silence in the room, and everyone forgot to speak. Until the old man announced in a high-pitched voice: "Feng Changqing, soul power, ninefold." That's when people came to their senses.

"Kuju, fourteen years old. This guy is so scary! Among our younger generation, we should be the first! ”

"What? The first person, he ...... Hey, you're new here, right? Tell you, he's second at best, and there's someone else first. ”

"Ahh Someone better than him? Who's that? ”

"Well, it's not him." Someone pointed to Yan Sanjun's location, and said, "Three years ago, he was already a ninefold soul power, and at that time, he was only twelve years old. Hey, but it's a pity, this kid doesn't know which god he offended, and overnight, his soul power was lost, and he became almost a waste. ”

In the envy and jealousy of everyone, Feng Changqing left indifferently, and he slowly walked in front of the lonely figure in a blazing gaze.

"Third brother." Feng Changqing bowed his head slightly and shouted softly. In front of Yan Sanjun, the arrogance between his eyebrows had long since disappeared.

"Do you still recognize me as your third brother?" Looking up at this tall young man, Yan Sanjun said with a bitter face.

"Third brother, unless you don't recognize me as a younger brother, otherwise, you will always be my third brother." Feng Changqing was a little excited, and after a slight pause, he continued: "No matter what, you can't give up, remember what you told me, we have to go to the battlefield together to kill the enemy." Third brother, I'll wait for you. ”