"Boom!" Feng Yuanjie only felt dizzy, and his cultivation couldn't even see through the people he loved the most. I never thought about it, but I was broken by this newborn baby whose amniotic fluid has not completely dried up.

Looking at Feng Yuanjie's somewhat puzzled look, the baby spoke again, pointed to the sleeping woman on the bed and said, "My mother, the cultivation of the ninth level of the Ding disciple!" After a pause, he added again: "Moreover, she is about to break through!"

As if to verify the baby's words, Hua Yiyan on the bed, her body at the moment is also undergoing subtle changes.

Feng Yuanjie didn't have time to think, grabbed one of his wife's hands, and gave his wife a trace of the vigor in his body.

"Hmm!" Hua Yiyan, whose eyes were closed, snorted softly, as if in a dream, and the sound of a deep sleep sounded again.

"Dad, don't doubt, if you doubt again, I'll cry!" the baby said, and the two chubby palms began to wipe away tears.

"Whoa, whoa!" The baby's cry sounded in the room, and everyone outside the door breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hearing the child's cry, the burden in my heart can finally land.

"Son, can you stop talking in the future, it's a secret between our father and son, and no one can tell it, not even your mother, okay?" Feng Yuanjie said, touching his son's head, but he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

"Not good!" The baby's crisp and neat answer made Feng Yuanjie's heart beat wildly, and an invisible killing intent was slowly condensing.

"If you kill me today, you will regret it for the rest of your life, no, it's the next life, the next life, the next life!" the baby's words made the killing intent that was about to explode in his heart immediately retreat.

"Well, in front of you, I will never have a secret!" Feng Yuanjie shrugged his shoulders, suddenly remembered something, and said to the baby: "Can you tell me why you are so weird?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the baby cried out, but looked at the woman on the bed and laughed.

"Yuanjie, who are you talking to?" Hua Yiyan looked at Feng Yuanjie in front of him, as if he had something to say, and he looked a little like he wanted to say something, and his face was full of doubts.

Feng Yuanjie was thinking about how to divert the topic, looked at Hua Yiyan's body, and said with joy in front of him: "Madam, have you broken through?"

"Huh?" Hua Yiyan felt the vigorous vigor on her body suspiciously, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the bottleneck that had shackled her for more than a year was finally successfully broken.

And she herself has also officially entered the first level of Dingshi from the ninth level of the Ding apprentice level.

The size of the monk's cultivation can be divided into three major stages: the fourth level of the beginning, the fourth level of the middle level, and the fourth level of the upper level. And each level requires four small stages, and each small stage is nine levels.

The four sub-stages of the first four levels are: the first to ninth orders of the Juding period, the first to the ninth order of the Tongding period, then the first to the ninth order of the melting Ding period, and finally the first to ninth orders of the Ning Ding period.

The so-called Gathering Period is a process of turning the body into a container and condensing the Ding Qi of heaven and earth. After nine advances, after breaking through the shackles of the last layer, it is to reach the peak stage.

The Tongding period is the process of opening up all the veins of the body. Because it is to use the Ding Qi as a tool to open up the meridians, this process is called the Tong Ding Period. Since breaking through the obstacle of the last vein, it has entered the peak period.

After the baptism of the Tongding period, all the veins of the body are in a state of hunger, and the third stage of the Melting Ding period is to use the Ding Qi as food to replenish the veins of the body, and the Melting Ding Period comes from this.

After the Melting Ding Period, it is the last layer of the Ding Ding Period, the meridians of all sides of the body are nourished, and the excess Ding Qi must be gathered, and after nine stages of gathering and condensation, it can be impacted to the Ding Ding Stage in one fell swoop.

After the Dingshi period, it is the Dingtu period, and then up, that is, the Dingshi period, and after the Dingshi period, it is the desirable Dingshi period.

After the ninth stage of the Ding Master Period, even if you have completed the four minor stages of the middle four levels. After that, it is the fourth level of the high school, and the first stage of the fourth level of the high level is the Dingjun period, and the monks who have reached this realm are invincible and invincible.

Only those legendary monks of the Ding Emperor period who saw the head and the end of the dragon could be compared.

As for the higher-level ones, such as the Dingzun period, or the Dingdi period, which is rare at all, only those who are lucky enough to rebel against the sky can see it.

"I didn't expect it to be in my sleep, and I broke through directly!" Hua Yiyan muttered to herself, raised her head again, and looked at Feng Yuanjie.

"By the way, the moment I fainted, there seemed to be a stubborn force that broke the balance in my body!" Hua Yiyan said, puzzled, and continued: "I remember, there was only one maid and midwife in the house, that person, is that you?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the baby laughed, muttering something that only he knew meant.

Feng Yuanjie: "......!"

"By the way, this guy doesn't have a name yet, let's think about giving him a good name!" Feng Yuanjie changed his words and turned directly to the baby.

"By the way, boy, how is the child? where is he? I want to see him!" said Hua Yiyan, a little excited, as if she had just seen the baby who had been staying with her.

Baby: "......!"

Feng Yuanjie: "......!"

"Wow, whoa!" the baby chirped, seemingly dissatisfied.

The mother and son hugged each other happily, and Feng Yuanjie on the side, looking at the maid on the ground and the blood and water all over the ground, his eyes were cold, as if he remembered something, leaving a mother and a son in the room, and left with the maid.

"Xi'er, don't blame me, blame you for knowing too much!" Feng Yuanjie pointed at the point, the maid who was originally a little sluggish was a little sluggish at the moment, and her eyes were a little sluggish, and she completely lost her vitality.

Feng Yuanjie slowly put her down, and shouted loudly to the side: "There are assassins in the Feng family!"

Immediately, he looked at the maid Xi'er on the ground, and walked away.

As soon as he left, a group of guards from the Feng family, armed with forks, came to the place where Xi'er was lying.

"Come on, carry this corpse down, and the others will follow me to chase the assassin with the third lord!" The man at the head ordered the two to carry the maid's corpse down, and the two of them looked at Xi'er's corpse and smiled, the deep meaning of which only they knew.

"Da! Da! Da!" The sound of hurried footsteps sounded everywhere in the Feng family, and everyone was very vigilant, for fear that something would happen on this thunderstormy night.

"Boom, boom!" The thunderstorm continued, lightning and thunder, as if to avenge Xi'er's death, and as if to celebrate the arrival of a new life, but this way of celebration makes people feel creepy when they think about it.

Feng Yuanjie stood in the thunderstorm without a drop of water on his body, knocking on the door of a house.

After a long time, the midwife's somewhat impatient voice came from inside: "It's the middle of the night, something?"

"My wife said that her stomach hurts, as if she was about to give birth!" he said, changing his voice, and as he spoke, he threw in a small bag of coins through the crack in the door.

"I'm dressed, and here I go!" replied the midwife, who had a rare temper.