"The old barbarian emperor has a total of seven sons, your third uncle is the eldest son, and the most talented one, if there are no variables, your third uncle is already a barbarian emperor." Huang Sanlang frowned, looking pity.

Cheng Qichuan nodded, he still knew a little about the third uncle's life experience.

"Huang Long left Qingcheng Mountain in order to inherit the throne of Nanling, and taking you to cultivate is only a incidental thing, but he was robbed and killed by a group of people on the way back to Nanling."

"The Eight Patriarchs of the Southern Barbarians?" Cheng Qichuan asked.

"Yes!" Huang Sanlang nodded and shook his head, "It's true that the Eight Southern Barbarian Clans are good, but they are all instructed by others. ”

"Who?"

"Judging from the current situation in Nanban, the most likely one is the second prince who will succeed immediately, Hu Qian."

"Hu Qian? I heard the third uncle say that this person is extremely ambitious and cruel, and his mother has great power in Nanban, but he is not loved by the old barbarian emperor. Cheng Qichuan pinched his chin and looked gloomy.

"And you want revenge? This is the enemy of the entire Nanban! Huang Saburo warned.

Hearing this, Cheng Qichuan was silent, just staring at Huang Sanlang directly, his eyes were unusually resolute, as if he was like a peerless sword that could penetrate everything in the world. After a long time, he said slowly: "Huang Sanlang, do you understand what the third uncle means in my seventeen years of life?" I, Cheng Qichuan, am not a gentleman who understands current affairs, let alone a coward who swallows his anger, on the contrary, I am more like a villain who will repay him. No matter who it is, I will kill him, even if it is Da Luo Jinxian, I will break his neck! “

After the words fell, Cheng Qichuan slowly exhaled, and finally made a decision in his heart.

"Hahahaha!" Huang Sanlang actually laughed out loud disobediently, "I'm relieved if you say that, sure enough, you're you!" ”

"Huh? You also know my past life, is my past life very powerful? Cheng Qichuan scratched his head.

"There are three thousand swords in the sky, dare to ask who is the enemy of the family?"

...

Three days later, in the early morning, the head of the house, Cheng Suhe, sat on the threshold of the academy, holding his cheek with one hand and looking at the young man who was boxing in front of him.

"Every style of the Eight Extremes Collapse pays attention to strength, it needs to be fierce and domineering, and it needs to be fierce and stable, you have done a good job, worthy of being my son!" Cheng Suhai's face was full of light.

"Father exaggerated, I'm still far behind in fist intent!"

"Not bad!" Cheng Suhe applauded, and rubbed the head of the yellow dog on the side with one hand, "What a strange qi beast." “

"Air beast, what is an air beast?" Cheng Qichuan looked puzzled.

"In addition to the demons and humans in the world, beasts can also cultivate, as small as a fly flying by, as big as a fierce fierce elephant in Nanling." Cheng Suhe explained, while opening his mouth to check its canine teeth, the more he looked, the more puzzled he became, "Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is so wrong!" This bone and this sharp tooth are completely traces of qi quenching body, which can only be done by qi beasts in the transformation period, but it seems that only the strength of the middle stage of internal strength, is this a new variety? It's weird! “

"I found him near the Li Mansion, and it beat me up at the time, and then it followed me again for some reason." Cheng Qichuan bowed his hand and looked helpless, then rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, and said to Cheng Suhe: "Dad, do you think I'm practicing qi enough?"

"Not enough!" Cheng Suhe was categorical, "You have only only started cultivating for a month, do you have the strength in the later stage?" If your body can't withstand the huge aura of heaven and earth, you will go mad and die! Cheng Suhe shook his hand.

"Alas, Daddy! I am your son, and I am wicked, and I don't believe you touch my bones. Cheng Qichuan hugged his hands to his chest and looked arrogant, to be honest, if there was no forging fist given by Luoshen, he would never be so anxious. Looking at the entire 10,000-year history of the world, there are absolutely few geniuses who can cultivate to the late stage of external strength in a single month.

There is no way, the previous life was angry, and the present life is lying flat.

"I don't believe it, my arm sticks out."