In the year 99999 of the Wuxuan Era, a small town in the Continent of Wuxuan God was called Zhongtian City, and at this moment, Zhongtian City was extremely lively, the reason was very simple, in another month, it would be the day when all the teenagers over the age of fourteen in the town would go to Tianyun Martial Academy to cultivate.

And at this moment, in the Feng family, a young man in white clothes in the courtyard looked at those who mocked him with eyes that did not belong to him.

Have you heard, our genius young master is going to Tianyun Martial Academy.

Genius, I think it's scrap!

What kind of sword heart ethereal body.

I see, the three-year-old children who can cultivate are stronger than him.

Tick tock, look closely, the hand of the young man in white, because of excessive force, his fingernails pierced into the flesh, and blood suddenly lay out.

At this time, a middle-aged man and a beautiful girl came out, and they all told me what I should do, and I stopped gossiping here.

The middle-aged man was a little angry.

Brother Xueyang, are you okay?

The girl's distressed breath came faintly.

Sister Xian'er, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me.

The boy's tone was very vicissitudes.

This middle-aged man is Feng Xueyang's father, Feng Zhencheng, an extremely powerful cultivator, and now I am afraid that he is also a six-yuan martial spirit.

And this girl is Feng Xueyang's cousin Feng Xian'er, this girl, her appearance is extremely pure, she should be convex, she should be warped, I think in a few years, she should be a big beauty who captivates the country and the city.

Xian'er, you go back first, and I'll talk to Xueyang.

This...... Feng Xian'er said with some concern.

He's my own son, can I still harm him?

Hearing this, the girl's face turned a little red, smiled, and ran away.

Feng Xueyang looked at the girl's agile figure with envy.

Hey, it's good to be able to cultivate!

The young man secretly laughed at himself in his heart.

Xueyang, don't think nonsense.

When you arrive at the Tianyun Martial Academy, maybe your inability to cultivate will be cured.

Father, don't comfort me, my physique doesn't belong to any kind of attribute, how can I practice the exercises?

Xue Yang, do you believe that the sword heart ethereal body is really like this.

Okay Xueyang, the family has a dinner party in the evening, don't forget to come, your cousin will come too, you can go and have a look.

Oh, yes!

Ever since they learned the fact that I couldn't cultivate, there was only my father and that fairy cousin in this family, and they were sincere to themselves, right?

The wind was melancholy, and he walked from the courtyard to a forest.

Look up at the sky.

God, why did you give me a genius physique, but you couldn't let me cultivate, this is why.

In this life I will break through the bondage of the heavens.

Waking up from his own fury, although Feng Xueyang couldn't cultivate, he still knew a lot about this continent.

On this continent, spiritual power is what everyone wants to pursue, because spiritual power is the only way to become stronger.

And spiritual power is divided into wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and other special attributes of nature.

In addition to spiritual power, physique is also extremely important.

The physique is from one yuan to nine yuan for every three yuan, which is one level.

But there are also some ancient eccentric bodies.

The wind towards us is big and small, and his physique can be said to be unique in the ages.

As for martial arts, the most important thing should be to look at personal understanding.

And Feng Dashao's comprehension broke the spiritual power ball during the test.

The division of power on the continent is roughly like this.

Warrior, Martial Master, Martial Ling, Martial Immortal, Martial Saint, Divine Martial Spirit, Divine Martial Saint.

Valkyrie.

However, it seems that no one has reached this level for 10,000 years.

A gust of wind blew, Feng Xueyang woke up from his thoughts, and the young man lay on the grass with a wry smile, and fell asleep groggily...... I don't know how long it took.

Young Master, wake up.

The lord told you to hurry up.

Feng Xueyang slowly opened his eyes.

It seems so powerless, Steward Sun, you go back first, and I'll be there later.

Alright, young master, you have to hurry.

Steward Sun sighed and thought to himself, my young master is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but why did God give him a physique that he can't cultivate!

...... The fact that Feng Xue Yang was unable to cultivate had spread to the entire Zhongtian City.

After all, is it the eldest young master of the Feng family?

Xian'er's cousin Xueyang didn't want to come, but her father said that you want to come, so I'd better go.

Thinking about Feng Xueyang, he moved...... At this moment, the Feng family's dining court is very lively.

But there are always a few scum.

For example, the man in front of him who was talking.

In a moment, Xueyang's cousin's scrap wood is coming.

We would like to give him a warm welcome.

A few teenagers next to him also went to the flames.

That's right!

Boss Yurou, what you said is so right, how can Feng Xueyang's waste be compared to you!

I saw a man and a woman standing there proudly, mocking Feng Xueyang.

The wind and snow are well raised, as if they didn't hear it, and their faces are expressionless.

As the saying goes, a lion that can bite is not terrible, and a lion that is terrible and can't bite is ...... The man who spoke, dressed in a luxurious robe, and the woman next to him was also a peerless beauty.

But the goods are more angry, and people are more angry than people.

The two of them are much worse than Feng Xueyang and Feng County Xian'er.

The cultivation of the two of them is now the cultivation of the eighth rank of the martial artist, and they can be regarded as geniuses among their peers.

But some people are destined to be better.

For example, Feng Xueyang's cousin Feng Xian'er.

Shut the mouths of the two of you dogs, and say bad things about Xueyang, don't blame me for being unkind.

The girl's annoyed voice came.

The wind fairy appeared in front of everyone like the wind.

This is a face where innocence and charm coexist.

But now it was completely filled with anger.

A first-grade martial artist, Xian'er, you are so terrifying cultivation talent.

Feng Fengrou said in surprise.

Originally, Feng Fengrou liked Feng Xian'er very much.

Because this girl is so beautiful!

Like a fairy in the sky.

Uncle, father, someone said bad things about Xueyang's younger brother, but you don't care about it?

This is two middle-aged people said at the same time, we want to take care of it, but someone has already taken care of it.

As soon as these words came out, the face of a certain eldest lady immediately turned red.

I won't tell you, let's go to Xueyang, let's go eat.

Feng Xueyang looked up and said, there doesn't seem to be a place for me here, I'll go first.

At this time, Feng Zhencheng realized that there was no location to seal the wind and snow.

I thought it must have been the ghost of those two old guys again.

Those two old guys are naturally the Great Elder and Second Elder of the Feng Family.

The great wind patriarch who is in a big mood.

Said, Xueyang must be here today, who has any opinions?

This was the self-deprecation on the boy's face that deepened.

However, after so many years, the teenager has become accustomed to it, and for ten years, Feng Xueyang has hardly eaten at the family once.

When hungry, eat some wild fruit and occasionally hunt a pheasant.

Sometimes I also go to the restaurant in Zhongtian City to make do with a meal.

Feng Xueyang said at this time, don't be embarrassed by my father, I have some things, so I'll leave first.

Saying that, Feng Xueyang ran out.

Xian'er said without a little hesitation.

I'm going to accompany Xueyang, uncle, don't worry.

Actually, our wind is quite strong.

Hmph, Ben Dashao roasts his own chicken and eats it.

As he spoke, Feng Dashao took out a chicken from the space ring.

I remember that this ring was given to me by my cousin Xian'er.

The wind was strong and set a fire.

said very calmly.

Hurry up and get out of the hairy girl.

The kid is very sensitive.

Sister Xian'er, it's not that I'm sensitive, it's that you've been playing with me for ten years, don't I know?

Hee-hee.

Brother Xueyang's younger brother doesn't seem to be enough for this chicken.

At this time, Feng Xueyang was full of black lines, thinking about when he was a child, he ate roast chicken with Sister Xian'er, and he seemed to be himself, and he could only eat chicken butts.

Feng Xueyang retracted his thoughts.

Sister Xian'er, you are now the heaven of the family, so you are with me, a waste of firewood, are you not afraid of falling prices?

Xueyang, don't you still understand my heart?

Saying that, the girl's resentful eyes came.

A pretty face reflected by the fire is even more beautiful.

I was stunned when I saw the wind and snow.

Okay, don't look at it.

The chicken is about to be grilled.

At this time, Xian'er was also seen by Feng Xueyang, and her face was crimson.

Sister Xian'er Xu Xueyang is just a wasted person, not worthy of you.

The boy, just in his heart, said a few words.

Sister Xian, you can leave me some!

Fool, Sister Xian'er, I just want to be a greedy girl next to you.

It's a pity that neither of them can know what is in each other's hearts.

It's just burying my head in the woods.

It was late at night, and boys and girls snuggled up to each other to rest.

Sister Xian'er, you go back first, I'll stay by myself for a while.

Okay, Brother Xueyang, but it's not too late.

Otherwise I'll be angry.

The girl looked at the young man's white clothes like snow, and that beautiful face, under the moonlight, it was so harmonious.

But this harmony, with a fart of a certain big and young, is all gone.

Xueyang, you.

Cousin Xian'er, you are too attractive to a normal man now, and if you continue like this, I may commit a crime.

Ah, ignore you.

Full of bad thoughts.

I'm leaving.

The young man, a voice of some shame came.

It should be more shy.

However, the cultivation of a first-grade martial artist is really not covered.

In an instant, there was no human figure...... Strength, I want strength, the wind and snow and the sun burst out.

It was a strange sound coming.

Drink every day, faster than the gods, drink every day, faster than the gods.

Where did this come from, big drunkard.

I'm not a big drunkard, boy.

If you can meet me, it means that it is your creation.

Do you really want to be strong?

I can help you.

But I'll have to see your physique first.

As he spoke, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and a hand was quietly placed on Feng Xueyang's head.

Feng Xueyang was stunned by this speed!

I'm afraid this person's cultivation is still higher than a martial saint.

A thought flashed in Feng Xueyang's heart.

If he can help me, can I really get stronger?

But as soon as this idea appeared, it was shattered by himself.

Yes, how can I become stronger if I can't cultivate any exercises at all.

Alright, old drunkard, I know my constitution is terrible, right?

Suddenly, Feng Xueyang felt a strong killing intent.

Hey, I'm talking old drunkard, what are you going to do.

Do you say you have a poor physique?

You know, now I want to kill you!