The Heavenly Soul Continent is respected by martial arts. If you want to become a martial artist, you must awaken the martial soul, absorb the soul energy of heaven and earth through the martial soul, and cultivate.

However, there are only 12 out of 10 people who can awaken martial souls, and the vast majority of people who cannot awaken martial souls can only be willing to be mortals and be slaughtered by others, this is the reality of martial arts.

Therefore, anyone who can awaken the martial soul will all practice desperately, improve their soul power, constantly break through the limits of their bodies, and become strong. It's just that if you want to become a martial arts powerhouse, you must not only cultivate hard, but also have extraordinary talent, and you must have a firm belief in martial arts.

Of course, people who are not highly talented in martial arts can also take the sword sideways and become a refiner, elixir master, or soul caster.

Wuyue Empire, Qingnan Feng family.

There was a burst of loud reading, and it was the children reading aloud the sages' articles in the school.

There were a dozen or so children, of all sizes, but all in their teens. One of the children was turning his head to look at the birds on the branches outside the window, jumping up and down freely, and the thought that he had to read useless books in this cage-like school was very annoyed.

I saw him bend down, pick up a stone from the ground, sandwich it between his fingers, and then raise his head, his eyes fixed on the bird in the tree, and a stream of soul energy flowed from his body to his arm, and threw it out.

"Whew!" the pebble burst through the air and rushed straight to the bird outside the window.

Where did the little bird react, it was directly hit in the body, flew a few feet away, and died after two plops on the ground. Looking at the dead bird outside, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a stern voice came, "Feng Lin!" The study room instantly fell silent, and no one dared to make a sound, and they all looked towards Feng Lin.

The boy quickly put away his smile, stood up tremblingly, and turned his head to follow the sound.

The gentleman's eyes were full of anger and glared at Feng Lin, "You can recite the article just now for me." ”

Where can Feng Lin memorize it, he lowered his head to avoid Mr. Sword-like gaze, and said timidly: "Sir, this article is too long, I can't memorize it!"

"Hmph! The article is too long to memorize. The gentleman paused for a moment and said lightly: "Yang Xiaotian, you carry it." ”

Everyone looked at Yang Xiaotian again, among them was a girl with a beautiful face, white skin like fat, called Feng Yu, at this moment, her face showed a trace of unease.

At this time, a child stood up, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, black hair combed in a bun, very handsome appearance, wearing ordinary cyan clothes, but very neat, he was Yang Xiaotian, twelve years old this year. I saw that his eyes were firm, his head was high, and he was reciting the article with enthusiasm.

Everyone was taken aback, and cast envious eyes, for such a long article, he didn't even break the sentence, it's too powerful!

Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

The most angry was Feng Lin, I saw that his face was gloomy, his eyes exuded an angry light, and that look was eager to swallow Yang Xiaotian in one bite.

The gentleman kept nodding his head and closed his eyes, as if bathing in the winter sun, and his face was full of smiles.

It wasn't until Yang Xiaotian finished reciting that he opened his eyes, showed a look of joy, and said, "Not bad! ”

"Thank you, sir!" Yang Xiaotian bowed his hand to thank the teacher and sat down again.

"What's the use of memorizing a few articles? This world is a martial arts world after all. Feng Lin said unconvinced.

The gentleman's face suddenly became ugly, and he scolded angrily: "Rotten wood, rotten wood." ”

"Big brother, how can you have a deep understanding of martial arts without literary skills?" Feng Xun retorted.

Yang Xiaotian cast a grateful glance at Sister Feng Yu. In this family, his father was lost when he was four years old, his mother died at the age of six, and he became an orphan who everyone could bully in the Feng family, the cold faces of his uncles and aunts, the cynicism of his cousins, and the combination of fists and feet, fortunately with the care of his grandfather and the help of Sister Feng Yu, otherwise he would have been swept out of the house, or he would have been crippled with broken hands and feet. Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotian's eyes were a little blurry, and he hurriedly blinked his eyes twice in a row, holding back the grievances he was accustomed to.

Feng Lin Qineng was willing, and wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Mr. sharply, "Feng Lin, you shoot birds in class, you don't have to work yourself, you actually say that reading is useless, such a rebellious remark, if I don't punish you today, I will be a teacher in vain." ”

After speaking, he picked up the ring ruler and slapped Feng Lin's palm twenty times, and red blood marks immediately appeared in his palm.

Although this kind of punishment will not hurt the muscles and bones, Feng Lin can't bear the hot pain, accompanied by the whipping sound of the ring ruler, and the sound of killing pigs is sounded.

Feng Yu couldn't help but laugh, and immediately covered his sexy mouth with his hand.

"Punish and copy ten times, check tomorrow!" After the gentleman finished fighting, he still didn't seem to be relieved, and left the hall angrily after throwing down a sentence.

"Hmph!" Feng Lin shot a sword-like gaze at Yang Xiaotian, and then walked away with his injured hand, and everyone also took their books and left.

Yang Xiaotian was still sitting in his place flipping through the books, marking them, writing, and marking the main points from time to time, completely ignoring everyone's departure.