"Isn't that all right for me? By the way, Qianqian, how can you ...... cultivation?"

"Why, if you are allowed to have adventures, I am not allowed to eat the treasure of heaven and earth?"

Gu Qianqian glared at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, and then shifted his gaze to Jian Yi.

"Kenyi, that's good! It's only been five years since I've seen you cultivate to the stage of transforming into a god, so you also have a quota to enter the immortal realm? ”

Yang Feng looked at Jian Yi, who had only been alive for less than three or five days, and was quite emotional, the immortal body is powerful.

"Well, big brother, the previous thing, thanks to you, the school leader's side, didn't you do anything?"

Today's Jian Yi, after five years of tempering, is no longer the stunned young man he was at the beginning, and he still understands some of the current situation in Zhuxian University.

Yang Feng's previous cultivation must have attracted the attention of the high-level.

Although it is said that beheading, a powerful crime is not small, but it is also a situation, as long as Yang Feng's cultivation can convince the public, then the school will naturally be able to suppress it.

"They didn't treat me badly, and let me take the fourth-level tutor qualification certificate by the way."

Yang Feng waved his hand and didn't take it seriously.

"My mother, she's in the apartment now, right?"

Yang Feng asked tentatively.

"Yes, Auntie went home with you, and Tutor Pan sent her back."

Hearing this, Yang Feng couldn't help but think of the letter Pan Xuan gave him the night he just came back.

"Well, then you guys are busy with each other first, and I'll go and spend time with my mother first."

The way of cultivation is often dozens or hundreds of years, and after a red dust experience, he has not seen his mother for nearly five years.

When he came to the bedroom where his mother Yan Xiaoli lived, Yang Feng didn't dare to knock on the door.

I struggled inwardly for a while.

"Is Feng'er back?"

A familiar and vicissitudes of voice came from the bedroom.

Yang Feng couldn't restrain himself anymore, and the feelings in his heart rushed into the bedroom.

"Mom."

Yang Feng hugged his mother Yan Xiaoli, who was resting on the bed.

"Feng'er, my Feng'er, you must have suffered a lot in the past five years outside, right?"

Yan Xiaoli stroked Yang Feng's face with her hand.

"Feng'er is not bitter, but Feng'er is not filial, and he can't always accompany his mother."

Yang Feng blamed himself in his heart, how many times had he thought that if he could exchange his cultivation for their family reunion, he would rather not have this peerless cultivation.

"Silly boy, you already know about your father, right?"

Yan Xiaoli felt that the time had come, and there were some things that Yang Feng should know.

"Uh-huh."

Yang Feng nodded vigorously, and then squeezed his mother Yan Xiaoli's hand.

"Mom, I will definitely find my father and reunite our family."

"Silly Feng'er, Mom believes you."

Yan Xiaoli smiled kindly.

"Feng'er, the man has gold under his knees, don't get up on your knees, Mom has something to tell you."

Yan Xiaoli's face changed unpredictably, and she finally decided to tell Yang Feng.

There are some things that can be hidden for a while, but they can't be hidden for a lifetime, as Yang Fengxiu becomes stronger and stronger, he knows more and more.

Sooner or later, one day, their affairs will also be known by Yang Feng.

"Mom, you say, Feng'er listens!"

Yang Feng got up and half-squatted on the ground.

"Actually, your father and I are both cultivators."

After speaking, Yan Xiaoli exhaled a breath of turbidity, how many years have this sentence been held in her, and today it finally came out.

"Mom, you are not ordinary people in the city, but immortal cultivators?!"

Yang Feng knew about his father's cultivation, but in his heart, their family had always been just ordinary people, and it was just a coincidence that they could cultivate immortals.

But today's mother Yan Xiaoli's words made Yang Feng like a lightning strike.

It turned out that his parents had never been ordinary people, but immortal cultivators.

"Feng'er, this matter has to start thousands of years ago, back then, your father and I were both disciples of Zhuxian University, our spiritual root talent is very high, and it is even known as the immortal cultivation realm, and it is most likely to be the existence of feathering immortals.

And your father and I, on the road of cultivation, are very smooth, and we haven't encountered too many ups and downs, but we have cultivated to the time of tribulation.

It took us nearly a thousand years, and then your father and I thought we were well prepared to deal with the catastrophe, but reality slapped us hard.

And your father and I were almost lost because of the failure of the tribulation, and thanks to the tribulation pill, your father and I barely survived.

But because of this, I have no chance to cultivate immortals, since then your father and I came to the city, planning to leave the world of cultivating immortals forever, leaving the rest of the time in the city, and then your father wants a child,

Later, we had you, watching you and ordinary people are safe and strong, and growing up day by day, your father and I are very happy, I thought that our family could live happily ever after,

But there are some things, after all, I still can't hide, in my blood, the curse contained in it broke out, your father in order to save me, plans to return to the immortal cultivation world, and Feng'er, you were also discovered by the people in the immortal cultivation world at that time, and brought into the immortal cultivation world to start cultivating. ”

Yan Xiaoli told Yang Feng some things about her and Yang Xiuxing, which was also the words that Yang Xiuxing left for her before leaving.

"Mom, do you know where Dad went?"

Yang Feng didn't care too much about the identity of his parents in the past, and he was now eager to know where his father had gone.

"Hey! Your father should be going somewhere. ”

"Where?"

"The Abyss."

Hearing his mother Yan Xiaoli's words, Yang Feng was shocked in his heart.

Abyss?

It's not a place that Bing Yao asked him to go.

And now he knows the sea, and there is a map of the abyss.

"What's wrong, Feng'er?"

Yan Xiaoli saw her son, and the expression on her face changed.

"It's okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll bring Dad back."

"Well, I believe in Feng'er."

……

Next, Yang Feng and his mother Yan Xiaoli chatted until late at night, and finally Yan Xiaoli fell asleep.

Yang Fengcai exited Yan Xiaoli's bedroom.

After leaving his mother's bedroom, Yang Feng went to the roof of the apartment alone.

There was no moonlight tonight, Yang Feng was alone, blowing a cool breeze.

But I kept thinking about what my mother said.

It turned out that it was really not a coincidence that he met the remnant immortal, but that there was a providence in the dark.

"Boy Yang, emo?"

"Get out of the way! I'm annoying! ”

Yang Feng didn't bother with the remnant immortals, he really just wanted to be quiet now.

"Yang boy, your parents' affairs, I'm afraid it's just the tip of the iceberg, the curse contained in your mother's bloodline is ten times more terrifying than you imagined.

Your father's exhaustion of his cultivation this time was only temporarily suppressed, but after all, the symptoms are not cured, and you need to do all of this. ”

It is rare for the remnant immortal to be in the right color.

"My father has exhausted his cultivation, will he die?"

"Rebirth in destruction, this is a path of destruction that he has chosen, it is both creation and calamity."

The words of the remnant immortal were said in a fog, neither saying that Yang Feng's father would die, nor that Yang Feng's father would not die.

"So, does my father still have hope of stepping on the path of cultivating immortals?"

"No, his immortal path has been cut off from the moment the heavenly root was exhausted, and his path of refining his body has also been exhausted because of suppressing the curse in your mother's bloodline, and his cultivation path has been broken."

The remnant immortal also sighed a little when he said this.

For Yang Xiu, as he said before, it is both creation and calamity.

Creation, maybe Yang Xiu will take this opportunity to transcend and step out of a path of his own.

The catastrophe may be exhausted and come to an abrupt end.

"Remnant Immortal, what you said is not true? You're lying to me, aren't you? ”

When Yang Feng heard this, his heart was full of throat and eyes, his father, how did he not understand, he was a poor mortal on the outside, but the arrogance in his bones, how could Yang Feng not know.

Cultivating immortals, he originally had an excellent cultivation talent, but unfortunately the way of heaven did not allow him to become an immortal, and he failed to cross the tribulation, and relied on the tribulation pill to save his life, but because the spiritual root was exhausted, he had no chance to cultivate immortals.

And finally, on the way of refining the body, he cultivated to the realm of transcendence, but because he saved his wife, he gave up his cultivation and fell into mortals again.

This kind of transcendent mentality is not something that everyone can have.

"Yang boy, there are many things in this world that you can't control, and now you may be regarded as a super strong person in the immortal cultivation world, but you must also remember that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and you must not empty your eyes."

The remnant immortal finally admonished Yang Feng with two sentences.

And Yang Feng looked into the distance distractedly.

"Xiuwei, I'm still not strong enough."

Yang Feng's fingers turned white.

After this battle, Yang Feng's desire for power was once again aroused.

Take out the broken sword spirit and start practicing the sword.

It's just that when he saw the gap in the broken sword spirit, he suddenly thought of something and took out the Fusang wood he brought back from the Red Dust World.

When he comprehended the "God-level Sword Casting Technique", he still remembered, "Carry the green and bring Fusang." ”

Qingming, Fusang, he has them all.

It's time to start forging your sword.

"Lingsha, I've been waiting for a long time! I, Yang Feng, will definitely let you regain the supreme edge of the past. ”

The Spirit Sword handed, and a cool feeling awakened the Spirit Sword Spirit.

"Boy, have you returned from your training in Hongchen? Not bad! I'm not wrong about you, it's just that your kendo cultivation doesn't seem to have made much progress, huh? ”

"Lingsha, I'm going to forge a sword these days, and I need to find a remote place."

God-level sword-casting technique, which can raise the level of a sword to the god level, or even the existence above the artifact.

The Spirit Demon Sword, which has been reforged once before, has been directly upgraded from a quasi-spiritual weapon to a large grade, a quasi-magic weapon.

"It's okay, I've become your natal weapon now, one glory and one loss, and it's good for you if I become stronger."

There is no fear of the spiritual weapon, there is a risk in reforging, but there are risks and opportunities, once it is successful, its grade will be on the next level.

Yang Feng glanced at the night and went back to his room to rest.

"Immortals, my hope will be extinguished for you soon."

Yang Feng took a deep look at the bone dragon ring, and in the third pure land, the two phantoms said.

The night passed, and the dawn came.

"Little Seal,"

"Big brother."

……

Early in the morning, many people came knocking on his door.

"What's wrong?"

"Big brother, you won't forget, will you? Today is the freshman competition, the final finals, we go late, we can't do it. ”

Lu Tong was the first to say that he had captured the favor of his sister Lin Yudie a few days ago.

Some people died, but not completely......