"Humph!"

"Drink!"

"Hah!"

There was a sound of shouting and killing in a remote courtyard in Xinhai City, Qianguo Su Province, although the voice sounded a little immature, but it exuded a solemn atmosphere.

Following the prestige, I saw a young man, holding a spear, flying in the wind, the spear was like a dragon, unstoppable.

Blocking, taking, piercing, pointing, collapsing, picking, dialing, entanglement......

The so-called "seven feet for the gun, eyebrows for the stick", the two-meter-three spear in his hand wielded like a rainbow, although it is only the basic marksmanship, but it is not monotonous and messy at all, the tiger is vigorous, and there is a kind of general style at a young age.

The boy was about five and a half feet long (one foot is about 33 centimeters), dressed in a black suit, and had a slender but strong figure.

On the top of a black bright broken hair, under the erect eyebrows is a pair of sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, every move exudes a fierce momentum, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but grandiose, alone and independent exudes the strength of the world, there is a gun in hand, the world I have the demeanor.

It is hard to imagine that the owner of this magnificent atmosphere is a boy who is no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Hoo ~~~~~"

The young man exhaled a breath, shot out like an air arrow, put away the gun and stood, the edge was fully retracted, and the sharp energy in his body dissipated, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that this soft-eyed, quiet and elegant young man was so sharp and domineering just now.

There is still a little coolness in the air of Xinhai City in early spring, and the summer craze is still nowhere to be seen at this time, Zhao Jin casually took the towel on the side and wiped the sweat flowing on his face, although he was thinly dressed, he couldn't catch the slightest chill at the moment, and the hot air coming out of his head was like a steamer surging into the sky.

Zhao Jin is more than seventeen years old, or forty-four years old?

Is he currently a senior high school student in Xinhai City No. 1 Middle School, or is he a promising young man who quit his stable job as a civil servant to teach in the mountains?

Well, everything is a thing of the past.

When he wakes up again from the fall from the broken suspension bridge, the past of his previous life is gone, and the present is the right thing to do.

Zhao Jin was born in a working-class family, her parents were both university professors, and so was her grandfather. The family is harmonious, life is happy, and everything is going on as usual.

Just when Zhao Jin thought that he was going to spend this life in peace, an accident came.

When he was nine years old, there was a car accident during a road trip, and all Zhao Jin remembered was the appearance of his beautiful and dignified mother lying on the passenger seat with her head covered in blood, and then he fainted.

When he woke up again, he received the news of his parents' death, and the warm car of their family burned and fell into the cliff without even the dregs left, he didn't know how he survived, only that after that, he seemed to have no parents.

When he got the script, he didn't feel like he was the main character, he was just immersed in grief. Life is like a movie, but it is not just a movie, and when he recalls, they are not just a character in the movie, but flesh and blood, living people.

The nine years of getting along day and night were not fake, in this life, his parents are still dead.

After that, he lived with his grandfather, who was a history professor at the university and told him a lot of historical stories. He found that this world was very different from the world of his previous life, but there were also many similarities, such as history.

There are still stories of Pangu opening the world, Nuwa creating people and mending the heavens, and there is still the historical process of "Huang Yao, Yu Shun, Xia, Shang and Zhou, Spring and Autumn and Warring States Chaos, Qin and Han and Jin unification, Southern and Northern Dynasties are opposites, Sui and Tang dynasties are five dynasties and ten kingdoms, and the emperors of Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties are resting".

Although there have been changes in the history since then, it is also very different, that is, there is more mascot "Qianwang Zhu Family" with a name but no real power.

It was only after learning about this history that Zhao Jin realized that he had traveled into a parallel world.

At the age of fourteen, Zhao Jin graduated from junior high school, and after living with his grandfather, an old pedant, for five years, a person claimed to be his father's old friend and wanted to take him away, but Zhao Jin had never seen this person, and his grandfather had never seen this person.

What bleeped the dog was that grandpa really let the other party take Zhao Jin away.

Fortunately, in the next three years of getting along, Zhao Jin determined that this person was really his father's old friend, and told him a lot about his father's experience, especially when the other party told it, the heartfelt respect in his eyes unconsciously revealed, he didn't believe that it was pretended.

This mysterious Uncle Song treats Zhao Jin very well, although he often looks decadent and sloppy, but he is really good, with a pure heart, and most importantly, he taught Zhao Jin a lot and unveiled another layer of magic that is unknown to him in this world.

"Li Ping, it's been three years, I've been in the Spirit Realm for three years, I really don't know when I'll really step into the Spirit Seed Realm, so that the cultivation speed of the two of us can be faster."

Zhao Jin's slender and powerful fingers rubbed the spear in his hand, and his mouth was talking, the tone was not like muttering, but like he was talking to someone, but there was no one in this huge courtyard except Zhao Jin.

Could it be that there are ghosts?

"Lord, don't be discouraged, I already feel loose, maybe soon, after all, your talent is already extremely demonic, half a day into Qi, one day into the Enlightenment, such a talent, I think no one can match."

Suddenly, a figure, oh no, a vague and illusory blue ghost leaped out of the spear.

This ghost foot is three meters high, the body is wide and strong, the arms are powerful, wearing the Han system of iron leaf armor, wearing vertical feathers and neck guards, wearing embroidered cloud riding boots, and the voice is also full of boldness, a majestic and domineering general.

"Li Ping, I already feel it, I am only one step away, but I always feel that there is a little less opportunity, you say, is my talent getting worse?"

"The lord doesn't have to be so arrogant, as you often say, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and what should come will eventually come, besides, you have already entered the realm of the nine grades, three years and the like from ordinary people who have no aura, stepping through the outer three grades, and entering the lower three realms, such a cultivation speed is already rare in the world."

"That's true, it's me who is impetuous, after all, your lord's talent and my talent are definitely rare, even Uncle Song is surprised by my cultivation talent, hahahaha."

In front of Li Ping, Zhao Jin can easily let go of his burden, he doesn't have to hide it, and he shows a little narcissism, which may come from the self-confidence of the traverser.

Or is it influenced by the old pedant of his own family?

Or is it from the arrogance of their old Zhao family's inheritance?

"Li Ping, haven't we been out to fight for a long time? It's really itchy to the hands. ”

"Yes, my lord, the last time was half a month ago."

"I've heard that there are countless evil spirits in the dark realm, and there are also countless beautiful scenery that the yang realm doesn't have, so I'm really looking forward to it. It's a pity that my strength is not strong enough now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to gallop in it in a short time! ”

Zhao Jin's hand holding the ancient spear tightened again, and endless battle intent emerged in his eyes.

"The will of the lord is my goal, and what the lord points to is my direction, and I am determined to clear all the ways ahead for the lord."

When Li Ping, who was on the side, heard this, he immediately bowed his head, clasped his hands into fists, knelt on one knee, and made a single kneeling military salute.

"Oh, look, you're here again."

Zhao Jin hurriedly dragged Li Ping's phantom and helped him up.

"Ping only hates himself for being incompetent, just a soul with mediocre qualifications, the lord could have chosen a better one, but Ping dragged down the lord."

"Li Ping, you are here again, you know, you are not just a subordinate to me, you are my family. What about mediocre qualifications, in my heart, even those historical celebrities and the like are not as important as you. I still remember when we went home the year before last, my grandfather said, you and I have a fate, and we should be a master and servant. ”

"Remember!"

Li Ping recalled Zhao Jin's grandfather, and a strong respect and a touch of shock unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"You don't have to be presumptuous, what Uncle Song said, if it weren't for the broken spear that pinned on you, you would definitely be more than that, at least compared to some third-rate celebrities."

"It's General Song who is boasting, and Ping Yuan can't afford such an evaluation."

"It's that you're too modest, it's not like you. In fact, your souls are the same as ours, except that you live in ancient times, and we live in modern times. Are your qualifications mediocre, why aren't we divided into three, six, nine and so on? ”

"That's different, we have to be attached to Horcruxes for sustenance before we can exist."

"What's the difference? You have slept in Horcruxes and passed through endless rivers of time, for example, you, who have spent thousands of years from the Han Dynasty to the present, and what human can live so long? In the poor, your sustenance horcruxes can still be sold as antiques, and people are far cheaper than antiques. ”

"Lord, you are starting to be sentimental again, the Soul Master awakened our soul from the Horcrux to make us exist, otherwise we are just dead things, the most powerful is the Soul Master!"

"Yes, yes, the soul master, the master of the horcrux, powerful power, endless possibilities, ruling countless ancient princes, generals, soldiers, and pawns, far more powerful than ordinary exorcists and spirit masters, it seems that he is really a human being! But power means responsibility, and only if your soul is attached to a Horcrux, it is a Horcrux, otherwise it is just a broken antique. ”

"Lord, you are starting to be sad again."

Li Ping sighed deeply again in his heart, his own lord is good anywhere, but he is easy to be sad and sad, and his ambition is not great, but fortunately, he is not indecisive, and he is barely an excellent lord.