In the early morning, the sun shone into the house, and the boy sat on the futon, and the white air flow beside him slowly swirled, repeating itself, and then pouring into the boy's body and turning into a part of the boy.

Until a certain moment, the young man's eyes opened suddenly, as if a golden light burst out, and this momentum was a little stronger than yesterday's faintly.

"Whew~" A mouthful of turbid breath was exhaled by the young man, Ling Cheng stretched his waist fiercely, and a sense of comfort spread smoothly throughout his body, and finally healed, and there was no more soreness.

"Then let's return these volumes of Yuanshu today!" The young man thought for a while, there is a rule in the family that all the elements in the elemental grid can only be borrowed, and when they are taken out of the Yuanshu Pavilion, they must be returned within a month, otherwise they will be disposed of according to the clan rules.

The boy walked out of the door and came to the elemental grid to look at the quaint building, it still felt so familiar, and the boy walked through Mizuki to the registration office on the side.

"Little one, long time no see," your familiar and old voice came into your ears.

"Ling Cheng has seen Mo Lao" Ling Cheng habitually bowed to the old man in front of him.

"I don't know, the little guy is here today, what is the so-called matter?" Mo Lao, his tone was old, and he got straight to the point.

"The junior came here this time to return the Yuan Shu he borrowed last time," Ling Cheng said softly.

"Hmm...... Return ......" Listening to Ling Yuan's answer, Mo Lao's eyes suddenly froze, and he sat up from the rocking chair, and the pu fan also stopped inciting, "Little guy, these volumes of Yuan Technique, you have only borrowed them for half a month, and you have learned them all."

"Yes," Ling Cheng said.

"Then let me take a look at your Spirit Sword Finger, how are you doing?"

The young man smiled, his two fingers merged into a sword finger, the vitality surged, the snow-white vitality wrapped around it, a trace of sharp breath slowly condensed and formed, the snow-white vitality wriggled in the palm of his hand, and finally turned into a small sword shadow.

"Ah...... This...... This ......" Mo Lao suddenly stood up from the recliner and bent his slightly hunched waist to look at the sword shadow in Ling Cheng's hand, "This is really ...... Spirit Sword Finger".

"Wow, good boy, I didn't expect such a harsh Yuanshu to be cultivated by you" Mo Lao, said in a cheerful tone, "I know that when I cultivated the Yuanshu back then, my whole hand was useless, and then I came to this Yuanshu Pavilion to take care of the Yuanshu."

He let out a long sigh.

"I have a talent like you, maybe the patriarch of the other family is also me!" The tone was full of loss and unwillingness.

"But it's easier, you must remember, cultivate this spirit sword finger, remember to be in a hurry, the formation of each sword shadow of this spirit sword finger will cause the resonance of the first few sword shadows, and then the pain will be even better, if you give up now, I can also make an exception for you to enter the Yuan Shu Pavilion again and re-select" Mo Lao, looking at Ling Cheng's eyes, said seriously, "Are you willing?"

"No need, I always feel that this spirit sword finger has a fate with me" Ling Cheng said after thinking for a while, "I will go to re-cultivate other Yuan Techniques at this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch up with the footsteps of his peers" He often tried once, once he was seriously injured by Wu Yi, if it wasn't for the eldest brother who arrived in time, I'm afraid his life would be on the line, if he re-selected at this time, the next time he encountered an accident, he would definitely not be able to win, he didn't want to experience that feeling of powerlessness again.

"Well, since you say so, I won't force it anymore," Mo Lao closed his eyes and said, "But there is one thing you have to promise me, once you find out that this spirit sword points out a problem, you must come to me immediately."

"Uh~" Ling Cheng was slightly stunned.

"I don't want to see my Ling juniors become as decadent as me," Mo Lao said loudly.

"Thank you, old man," Ling Cheng bowed his hand to the old man in front of him.

"Okay, then you can go back to cultivation first!" Mo Lao suddenly lay on his back on the rocking chair, picked up the pu fan, and waved his hand with Ling Cheng.

The young man left the Yuanshu Pavilion, and now he stretched a long lazy waist in front of the attic door, and when he looked around, he saw a very familiar figure walking into a huge building, then you are called a martial arts field by the Ling family, which is specially used for juniors to learn and train.

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Inside the martial arts field......

"Yo...... Isn't this Ling Zifeng" A sturdy young man wearing a practice uniform, his abundant muscles revealed strength, and he looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

Ling Zifeng was dressed in green clothes, and his gestures revealed a unique feeling, and as soon as he walked in from the door, he bumped into Ling Hao, who was training in the martial arts field.

Ling Zifeng frowned, although he had the idea of wanting to stay away before he could speak, his relationship with Ling Hao had never been good, but he had no background, although his talent was not much worse than Ling Hao, but Ling Hao's father was the second elder of the Ling family, if he let go of his hands and feet to fight him, he would inevitably cause trouble for himself if he injured him. This caused him to always be unable to let go of his hands and feet every time he practiced with him, and finally lost, but fortunately, he and Ling Cheng were playmates since childhood, and they would take some care of themselves, so this zero didn't dare to do anything to himself, and he didn't dare to do too much.

"How can you add time to train here?" Ling Hao said with Ling Zifeng in front of him.

"This martial arts field is a public place next door, if I'm not mistaken, anyone from the Ling family is qualified to come here for training," Ling Zifeng said lightly.

Ling Hao looked at Lin Zifeng, who was dressed in light righteousness in front of him, and pursed his lips disdainfully, this kid was born as a commoner, because he had a very good relationship with Ling Cheng when he was a child, and he got some cultivation resources, he could only climb to the point of being on the same level as himself, he felt unhappy when he thought about it, what is his identity? What is his identity? It's just a dog fighting people, his relationship has always been wrong with Ling Cheng, but Ling Cheng is young patriarch, his status is far higher than his own, and his talent is far beyond himself, so he can only sprinkle all his qi on Ling Zifeng.

There are many juniors in the family, and there are already many people in the martial arts, and when they saw the two of them, they didn't speak correctly, so people flocked to watch one after another.

"That said, then your progress during this period must have leaped forward, right?" Ling Hao patted the placket of his clothes, as if there was dust on it, "Why don't we compare and compare!"

"I'm not free" Ling Zifeng replied, Ling Cheng once reminded himself that in this world, big fists are the real law, the law of the jungle is not uncommon, sometimes you have to endure that bad breath, if you really want to defeat him, then try to let go of your hand to fight him while you are there, otherwise this Ling Hao will inevitably make some small moves, so that you can't guard against it.

"It's just a civilian, relying on the little cultivation resources that others have given away, don't you know who you are if you have some achievements?" Ling Hao said disrespectfully.

At this time, the crowd was already around the two, and after hearing Ling Hao's words, the sound of discussion began to sound slowly.

"It turns out that this Ling Zifeng is only here today by hugging Ling Yuan's thigh!"

"I'll just say, we're all civilians, why is he so powerful?"

"I really misread him......"

The teenager's fist creaked, he knew that this Ling Hao was using a crowd offensive against him, of course he knew that Ling Hao was not that kind of person, the man was his playmate since he was a child, even if his family's cultivation resources were given to him, it was definitely not a charity, but he didn't expect this Ling Hao to spew blood and directly say that he was like that.

"Yo, what, is this angry?" Ling Hao said defiantly.

The teeth clenched together, and he didn't expect to go with him at all, but this time he couldn't bear it, whether it was because of Ling Cheng or because of his disrespectful words.

"Ling Hao, do you really want to fight?" Ling Zifeng said in an indifferent voice.

"I accept your challenge......"