The night was quiet and cold, and Tong Xiaofeng sat alone on the stone steps outside the door and counted the stars circulating.

It's been a month or so, and it doesn't seem like a long time, but I've experienced so many things. Both the see-through and the in-can't are constantly hovering in his mind.

There was some depression in his heart, as if the dark sky was swallowing him up little by little, but a little starlight showed him the way forward.

There were so many things that he was a little out of breath. Perhaps unconsciously, he has become the one who carries the most burdens.

Just today evening, he helped Yuan Quyi get through the difficulties, and that reassuring smile made him enjoy it very much. It feels good to be relied on, like a real hero. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem that simple.

The future is very long, the enemy will not always be such a little minion, maybe soon, or tomorrow, his enemy will become a behemoth like Shao Jiuming, at that time, will he still be a hero? Can he still protect the people around him? Can he still act according to his own heart?

With a sigh, he finished his complicated feelings at the moment, and the progress of his cultivation made him feel not joy, but greater responsibility.

The night breeze sang a song, and began to occupy the dark night with a hint of coldness, Tong Xiaofeng no longer sighed, turned around and walked into the house.

Time is a good thing, it will take away a lot of things, even the deep darkness will usher in the bright morning light with the passage of time.

The door opened again, and Tong Xiaofeng walked out of it, making him look very unenergetic after a night of cultivation. The morning sun was dazzling, making his eyes slightly sour. Gently stretching his eyes again, Tong Xiaofeng finally returned to his previous state.

While sighing for a beautiful day while striding in the direction of the martial arts arena, no matter how complicated your heart is, only moving forward is the wisest choice.

It was still very early, everything was on the verge of awakening, and everything seemed so quiet, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

But he knows that people in this world are not lazy.

Just as he thought, before he got close to the martial arts arena, he had already heard a huge movement from there.

Whether you are highly gifted or low-talented, as long as you live in this world, you can only keep climbing forward, otherwise the cruelty of this world will ruthlessly destroy you.

There are more people performing martial arts today than usual, of course, Tong Xiaofeng knows the reason. It must have been because the heart of the god aroused their desires.

As soon as he stepped into here, many pairs of eyes had already noticed him, and as a cultivator, his every move really attracted the attention of many people.

He didn't pay attention to those glances, but walked straight to a small building in the distance.

The small building is only two floors, it looks a little damaged, and the appearance is not gorgeous, but it is a miracle to be able to survive this martial arts arena.

The door was wide open, and Tong Xiaofeng stepped through the threshold and entered inside. A middle-aged man is sitting at a wooden table drinking a small wine.

"Is it the steward of the martial arts arena?"

Drunk people are not drunk, the middle-aged man already knew that someone had come in, but he did not respond, because Tong Xiaofeng's attitude was too weak, and in this world where the strong are respected, only strong people can be recognized by others. Politeness is only suitable for one's own parents, and sometimes even in the face of parents.

Tong Xiaofeng has long had an understanding of these things in his heart, but habits are not easy to change in a while.

He walked slowly to the wooden table, and let out a soft sigh as he looked at the middle-aged man who continued to drink despite himself.

This sigh made the middle-aged man think that he was going to give up and prepare to leave, but it turned out that this was not the case, Tong Xiaofeng was just a pity for such a table.

I saw that his palm gradually glowed with golden light, and slapped it the wooden table, and the huge sound was accompanied by a crack, and the wooden table quickly collapsed in half from the middle, and a pot of wine was scattered on the ground.

The sudden situation made the middle-aged man stunned, the wine glass in his hand was frozen in mid-air, and the whole person looked at Tong Xiaofeng in a daze.

He really couldn't figure out how Tong Xiaofeng, who was still so weak just now, could change so much all of a sudden.

But when the reaction is replaced by anger, although the people of this world must learn to be strong, but too strong will also invite misfortune.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

"I've already called you, but you're obviously ignoring me on purpose, so I can only do something to catch your eye, are you satisfied?"

The middle-aged man felt as if he had been tricked, and the anger in his heart increased, and he decided to let the guy in front of him know how cruel this world of supernatural beings was.

"Boy, seeing that you are new to the world, it is normal to not understand the rules, since you don't understand the rules, then leave your right hand to slap the table, and you will be able to understand the rules next time." ”

The middle-aged man threw the wine glass and grabbed Tong Xiaofeng directly, and Tong Xiaofeng, who was a physical cultivator, was not afraid of the other party at all, and quickly walked away from him with just a retreat.

However, the middle-aged man is obviously angry, and he will not let him go at all.

Yuan Li rose instantly, and Tong Xiaofeng felt a terrible sense of oppression coming from the middle-aged man. Much stronger than his previous enemies. If it really starts, I'm afraid Tong Xiaofeng won't even have a 1% chance of winning.

The people outside had already heard the movement coming from the small building, and they had guessed what was going on inside, after all, they knew the temper of the middle-aged man very well.

Some people are ready to go to the show.

It's a pity that Tong Xiaofeng is destined not to let them get their wish.

When the middle-aged man was about to make a move, Tong Xiaofeng finally showed the wooden token pinned to his waist.

Therefore, power is a convenient thing, and the moment the token appeared, the middle-aged man immediately put away his Yuan Force.

"I'm sorry, Elder, but I was offended. ”

The middle-aged man is a little crying without tears, why do you say that you are talking so weakly as a person with an elder token, isn't this misleading.

Tong Xiaofeng didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior, after all, he could bend and stretch to live longer in the world of the supernatural, and he didn't plan to care, but it was really a bit weird to be called an elder by a middle-aged man.

"Forget it, it's okay, I'm going to participate in the martial arts of the three halls, I heard that I signed up with you?"

"Yes, that's right, I'm going to get the registration form right away. ”

The people outside were still waiting for the show to be staged, but there was no movement inside, they wondered if the victory had been decided, whether Tong Xiaofeng had fallen to the ground and lost his life.

But it didn't take long for their speculations to be overturned, because Tong Xiaofeng came out, accompanied by the steward of the martial arts arena.

Looking at the flattering smile on the steward's face, everyone felt incredible. You must know that this person is usually also known among the supernatural with a bad temper, how can he grovel to a teenager. But the facts are in front of them, and they have to believe it.

"Alright, don't follow me, you can go back. ”

Tong Xiaofeng let him go back and gradually left in the eyes of everyone, leaving only the group of people who didn't know the truth to keep guessing.