Hearing that the master was unfortunately in trouble, Ling Zhan stood on the top of the cliff mountain, suddenly let out a sad sound, knelt on the ground full of rubble, and kowtowed three times in the direction of Dengxiantai.

From childhood to adulthood, in addition to his parents, few elders like the master care and care for themselves, although the two have been together for less than a year, but Mishan Wuzun cares about himself at all, and can even be described as related to preparation.

As the youngest disciple of Mishan Wuzun and also a closed disciple, Ling Zhan could clearly feel that his master's care for him was almost meticulous, and just before he left to ascend to Xiantai, he called himself to the Heaven and Earth Dojo, and directly passed on the true meaning of martial arts in his life to himself without saying anything!

"Master, master!"

Ling Zhan buried his head in the ground, crying bitterly, his sorrow was overflowing, he couldn't let go, he couldn't see his master for the last time before leaving, he didn't expect that the vague glance of Dengxiantai would become a farewell.

Under the cliff, the waves crashed on the shore, and the sound was endless.

Ling Zhan slowly stood up, and only then did he grab the ground with his head, his forehead stained with blood, looking shocking.

Ling Zhan's eyes looked a little hollow, and as soon as the master left, he always felt that something was missing in his heart. He took two steps aimlessly, and the warm current on his face continued to flow downward, revealing a dazzling golden red color reflected in the midday sun.

The blood was extremely viscous and flowed through the neck to the torso instead of sliding directly to the ground. These golden-red warm currents converge on the true meaning of the martial arts of Mishan Wuzun during his lifetime, and once made Ling Zhan leap from a seven-star great martial artist to a martial artist overnight, it can be said that these precious blood are full of Mishan Wuzun's love for Ling Zhan.

"Boy, I'm just casually saying, why are you reacting so much!"

The words of the old man on crutches Li Xingchen sounded again after Ling Zhan, "Although no one has succeeded in the past ten thousand years, it does not mean that Mishan will definitely fail, maybe there will be a miracle." ”

Ling Zhan's pale face left two lines of tears, his hands clenched into fists but he couldn't exert any strength, and muttered in his mouth: "Impossible, when the master won the championship, he was seized by Wuxiang Wuzun, and later because of Wang Zhi's reasons, he forcibly postponed it, delaying the best time to win ......the championship. He can't be!"

Ling Zhan choked up for a while, couldn't speak, and finally couldn't suppress his emotions and cried out in pain.

Li Xingchen saw Ling Zhan fall to the ground in pain, so he stopped speaking,

The waves below the cliff crashed on the shore, the sound of the waves overshadowed a sound, from time to time there were a few fish jumping out of the sea, after taking off to see the outside world, unexpectedly the huge waves rolled, and instantly rolled from a distance, these small fish who had the courage to explore did not stay in mid-air for a few seconds, and were hit by the waves on the sand and rocks.

After a while, the sea was calm, and through the afterglow, I could vaguely see that the sea fish that had fought had turned white and floated quietly on the sea, and they were already dead when they were hit by the huge waves......

Seeing this scene, Li Xingchen did not feel sorry for those dead sea fish, on the contrary, he only felt ridiculous, these sea fish want to challenge nature and challenge fate, they have to pay the price for what they have done, and this price is often life.

Just as he turned around, he saw a few sea fish unwillingly crossing the sea, slapping their fins and soaring into the air, wanting to fly out of the sea regardless of a qiē, wanting to see the outside world.

These fish flew higher and saw farther than the previous ones. And when the waves hit the reef, they also died even worse!

Natural selection of the fittest to survive, Li Xingchen's eyes flickered, as if he thought of something.

Ling Zhan fell to the ground and cried for a long time, and after choking for a while, he found that his grief was of no avail, no matter how sad he was, he could not save his master's lost life.

The only thing I can do now is to live well!

After wiping the bloody tears from the corners of his eyes and wiping a handful of snot, Ling Zhan squatted beside the cliff with his ass, his feet hanging in mid-air, one hand on the ground to support his body, and the other hand grabbed a piece of gravel and threw it into the sea.

"Boy, you won't be unable to think about it, will you! Mishan is your master and not your father, you need to be so sad when he dies?"

Seeing Ling Zhan in this posture, Li Xingchen felt a little weird, looked at Ling Zhan's back and persuaded him: "If I were you, I would definitely not commit suicide, but work hard to cultivate, and it will be extremely difficult to go to that Sendai when I win the championship in the future, even if I fail, it will be an explanation to Mishan." Speaking of this, Li Xingchen couldn't help but sneer: "If everyone is like you, and the master will die and live as soon as he dies, then no one in the world will want to cultivate, and the master will not live if he dies, so what are you still practicing!"

I have to admit that Li Xingchen's words are not good, but they still make sense. After Ling Zhan heard this, his body was stunned, and the half-raised stone remained in his hand, but he did not throw it.

The Si people are gone, but the living live forever.

In addition, there were great changes in Sendai that day, and challenges and opportunities coexisted, and maybe Mishan Wuzun could just succeed.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan's mood was a little better, and with the force of his hand, he threw the stones off the cliff, and the pebbles spun at high speed in the air, and after falling off the cliff, they stirred up more than ten whirlpools on the sea surface in a row, and finally fell into the sea.

Ling Zhan licked the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, feeling a faint fishy smell, and the afterglow skimmed to the surface of the sea, sometimes tumbling and sometimes calming the waves, and suddenly he was full of spirit, and an impulse sprouted, an impulse to absorb all the waves!

"Click!"

With the surging tide of his heart, a faint cracking sound suddenly appeared in Ling Zhan's body.

The cracking sound is very small, like a breeze blowing on your face, like rain moistening everything, like the sound of breathing that is commonly visible but often ignored, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Ling Zhan felt a burst of excitement in his heart, he heard it, this faint cracking sound, he really heard it.

The sound originates from the dantian, from the translucent dzi above the dantian!

Ling Zhan was so excited in his heart that he was about to shout loudly, but he thought that he was now in a deep prison, and there was a damn old cripple two meters behind, so he tried to restrain his feelings and make himself extremely calm.

When he entered Dengxiantai for the first time, in order to protect himself from being exploded by the strong heaven and earth vitality in Dengxiantai, Mu Wang closed his dantian Zhihai, thinking that he would recover when he left Dengxiantai, but he didn't expect to kill the two two second-turn Wuji of the Soul Devouring Sect halfway when Wuxiang won the championship, and their target was himself. As a result, his dantian and Zhihai were closed for half a month!

And just now, Ling Zhan heard a cracking sound in the dantian.

In the past few days, Ling Zhan has been paying attention to his dantian and Zhihai all the time, as long as he has time and opportunity, he will run the "Practicing Divine Technique", "Ten Directions Killing Sword", and "Tianxun Moon", trying to find a little true yuan and spiritual power, break through the obstacles of the dantian and Zhihai, and reappear to become a normal one-star martial artist. However, after more than half a month of attempts, none of them succeeded, and in the end, Ling Zhan had lost any hope.

Unexpectedly, just now I heard the cracking sound of the dzi above the dantian, like a chicken breaking its shell and regaining its life!

Ling Zhan looked at the rolling waves in the distance, trying hard to calm himself down, but no matter how he restrained himself, he became extremely excited at the thought that he was about to regain his cultivation!

"Boy, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Ling Zhan's body trembling and trembling, Li Xingchen thought that something was wrong with him.

Ling Zhan bit the tip of his tongue, feeling the fishy smell in it, and only after a long time did he say indifferently: "It's nothing!"

Li Xingchen only made some unexpected moves when Ling Zhan was in a sad mood, and when he saw him answering like this, he didn't take it to heart, and snorted coldly: "Boy, do you remember what I told you about the Wuji Sect before?"

Seeing that Li Cripple's old story was brought up again, Ling Zhan's fiery heart slowly cooled, and he knew that the biggest problem he faced was not that his dantian was sealed and turned into an ordinary person, but that he had to face the moodiness from Li Xingchen, the second turn of Wuji.

What Li Xingchen wanted was the secret of the Holy Land of the Wuji Sect, and Ling Zhan couldn't ensure that after handing over He Zicheng's Skeleton Ring to him, he would be able to survive well, or be brought back to the Holy Land of the Soul Devouring Sect by him and suffer various other tortures.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan's eyes were far away, looking at the sea in the distance, feeling the waves blowing slowly, and he didn't speak.

Seeing that Ling Zhan had become extremely quiet, Li Xingchen felt a little unhappy in his heart, and said in an accentuated voice: "I haven't been attacking you for the past few days, because I think you are a talented person, and your future achievements are limitless, if you are wiped out, it will be a pity!"

Li Xingchen said it nicely, and he raised Ling Zhan's identity, wanting to impress him and make him take the initiative to confess the secrets of the Wuji Sect.

Ling Zhan didn't care, he just felt ridiculous and naïve about Li Xingchen's lame lies. If you take out this kind of thing, a three-year-old child won't believe it, let alone himself?

However, since Li Xingchen spoke, it was impossible for Ling Zhan to remain silent.

After a while, Ling Zhan turned around and replied faintly: "Senior, if you are talking about the Wuji Sect, then I can only tell you sorry, I don't know what the Wuji Sect is, and I don't know any secrets. As for the holy places that you have repeatedly emphasized, I am even more ignorant of them. ”

"Boy, are you testing my patience?" Li Xingchen's voice became extremely cold.

Ling Zhan stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said with open hands I really don't know. I am a small martial sect, how can He De know the secrets of the Holy Land.

At this time, Ling Zhan made up his mind in his heart, and slowly talked to Li Xingchen, as long as he could, he could drag it out for as long as he could, anyway, this old guy didn't dare to do anything to himself, as long as he didn't say it, this dead cripple was helpless.

And the most important thing is that the dzi above his dantian has cracked and has begun to loosen, and I believe that it will not be long before his cultivation will be restored.