On the barren mountainside, the huge ancient temple looks more and more cold and strange in the icy mountain wind;

"Pop ......"

The gravel under his feet made a screeching sound, and the coldness of the cloak stopped staggering;

He looked back at the heavenly steps that led straight to the clouds, but he couldn't remember how he had walked down the thousand steps and into this ancient temple where the halls were stacked but empty......

Looking up at the tall but lonely back of the floating statue, Leng Yi's legs were weak and he fell to the ground heavily;

When he reached the top of the mountain, he was a genius of the time, determined to shoulder the hope of generations of the people of Xichuan;

And when he came down the mountain, he became a waste that everyone hated......

In just half a day, there is a world of difference!

No grade, no attributes;

But it has the potential to be superior!

The bloodline of such an evil sect almost exists in the imagination like the ethereal "Heavenly Bloodline......

In the Lanchuan Continent, the origin of cultivation lies in the bloodline potential;

In the cultivation world that Leng Yi understood, the bloodline potential was divided into three grades: "heaven, earth, and mortal";

In addition to the ethereal heavenly bloodline and the legendary earthly bloodline, the mortal bloodline is divided into nine to one class, which means "people are divided into nine grades", and in the Xichuan cultivation world, the bloodline above the third grade is called the "high-grade bloodline";

Generally speaking, the cultivation of the primary bloodline in its lifetime is no more than the most basic "Tenth-level Quenching Realm", and the middle bloodline can only reach the apex of the subsequent "Tenth-level Refining Bone Realm".

And only the high-level bloodline can break through to the "Qi Gathering Realm" after the Bone Refining Realm in one fell swoop, and become the god-like existence of the entire Xichuan River;

In general, the higher the bloodline level, the greater the bloodline potential, the faster the cultivation speed, and the greater the achievements in the future;

Grade, potential, these two are one and the same!

However......

"Waste ......"

Leng Yi shrank into a ball in a daze, his delicate face twitched and spasmed unconsciously, this evil bloodline that only existed in the imagination -

It actually appeared on his body alive!

This means that he has worked hard all his life to achieve no results, even though he has the potential of a superior bloodline, he is no different from ordinary people;

If only he had been a mortal......

But-

Never forget, smell a thousand understandings, ears and eyes, born with divine power...... Those praises used to describe the childhood of the amazing and brilliant people in history can all be used to describe the spring and autumn of Leng Yi in the past twelve years;

What kind of bloodline determines what kind of external appearance, this is the simplest causal association!

However......

"Waste...... Exceptional......"

"I ......"

Leng Yi stiffly raised his neck, looked up at the gray sky with a pair of cloudy teary eyes, and his hoarse voice made a ghostly smile-

"I'm just a joke!!—hahahaha!"

Leng Yi smiled and slumped on the ground, letting the cold tears slowly flow, he could even imagine the endless ridicule, endless ridicule, gossip, and gnashing of teeth and contempt......

In this Xichuan, who once had high hopes for him, he will be haunted for his life like a ghost!

How bleak, how desolate!

The mournful laughter echoed through the empty and gloomy ancient temple, causing a terrifying echo, but no one noticed that an imperceptible light slowly flowed from the lowered eyes of the ancient statue of Futu......

"Hey, hey, Leng Tian is hiding there, it's really easy for the uncle to find!"

"Aha! It's so cold, it's so tightly hidden!"

"How many masters......! Rest your anger!"

At this moment, a bitter taunt and a frightened plea woke the boy;

Leng Yi instinctively turned his head, but saw several sturdy brocade-clothed slaves coming arrogantly, while his father and the three elders were desperately laughing with each other, and there were a large number of idlers walking down the heavenly steps in the distance, talking and laughing;

Looking at the arrogant face and his father's panic, Leng Yi's heart plucked again......

"You're Leng Yi?"

A slave came to the front with a withered grass in his mouth, and asked knowingly with a look of disdain;

"Yes;"

Leng Yi frowned and replied briefly;

"Ouch, Leng Wizard, why do you talk about it?

"Look, the cold wizard shelf is so big......!

It seems that they are aware of the pain in Leng Yi's heart, and the rich slaves unscrupulously squeeze their eyebrows and make every effort to ridicule;

"What do you want to do;"

Leng Yi got up, stared at the slaves, and said in a cold tone;

"What are you doing? Ouch ouch! Leng Wizard has such a big breath!"

"That's it, I'm so scared that my legs go limp......"

Looking at Leng Yi, whose face was gloomy, the rich slaves became extremely excited, and all kinds of bitterness and meanness continued one after another;

"Are you looking for death?"

Leng Yi gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, his small fists slowly clenched, and a cold gaze crossed his delicate eyes;

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a familiar shout made Leng Yi feel shocked, but he saw his father's pale and frightened face;

"Your children are still young......

Seeing his father bow and apologize to the rich slave, Leng Yi quickly understood something, and gritted his teeth to suppress the anger in his heart......

"Get out of the way!"

The hao slave rudely pushed away Leng Zhengyuan and took a step forward, raised his index finger and pointed at Leng Yi's face, bared his teeth and shouted: "You waste, there is a kind of saying it again!"

"This master, you extinguish the fire! This rabbit cub has a cheap mouth and a ...... to smoke."

Leng Zhengyuan saw that it was not good, and hurriedly turned sideways to stop the rich slave and desperately begged for mercy, and then turned his head to Leng Yi and scolded: "Something that doesn't have long eyes! Kneel down and make amends to a few masters!"

"I'm ......" Leng Yi clenched his fists suddenly, but he had to shut his mouth again;

"You're deaf of a shit?...... Leng Zhengyuan, stay on your side!"

scolded viciously, only to see that the hao slave raised his hand and pushed Leng Zhengyuan's chest, but Leng Zhengyuan didn't dare to use cultivation to block it, so he could only stagger back two steps;

"You dare to touch my father!"

Leng Yi roared angrily, and Sen Ran's killing machine came out dazzlingly!

"What's the matter? You don't accept it? Kind of come to bite me!"

"Xiao Yi, stop!

"I'm your grandmother!!"

Leng Zhengyuan, whose face was pale, was so frightened that he shouted that he was about to jump up and stop his son;

However, he was still a step too late, and in his terrified gaze, Leng Yi suddenly lowered his body and jumped up, and his small figure was like an eagle spreading its wings and kicking a kick in the air at the arrogant face.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the slave didn't have time to dodge before he was kicked hard, his sturdy body tumbling in the air, and a few dirty yellow teeth brought a wisp of blinding blood in the air......

"Brothers, scrap him!"

The slave covered his cheek and roared, pulled out a thumb-wide iron ruler from his boot and rushed up, and all the slaves took out their belongings and howled and pounced on Leng Yi;

A bunch of slaves!

Leng Yi snorted coldly, his body shook and did not advance and retreat, his small body slipped out like a tanuki, and quickly opened the field;

"Whoosh!"

An iron ruler slammed into Leng Yi's cheek with a sound of breaking the air, but he saw Leng Yi not shy away from it, quickly stabbed his horse and leaned back, and at the moment when the iron ruler swept in, a beautiful diamond iron plate bridge dodged this vicious blow!

said that it was too late, and when the iron ruler had just swept past with a few strands of hair, Leng Yi suddenly supported the ground with both hands, quickly retracted his legs, and then kicked out according to the chin of the big slave-

"Click!" There was a crisp sound, and the slave's mouth was full of blood, and he screamed and fainted in pain;

"Die!" At this moment, a horse whip came with a whip shadow, Leng Yi, who had just retracted his legs, turned out of his waist sideways, and just as the whip fell, Leng Yi approached and slammed his iron knee into the heart of the slave!

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Leng Yi's small right elbow slammed into the neck of a haonu......

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, the dust was flying, and in the shocked eyes of the onlookers, Leng Yi's small arm slammed a nearly two-hundred-pound slave on the ground......

What a sharp skill!

At such a young age, he was able to practice the martial arts of mortals to such an extent!

In just a moment, several sturdy armed slaves fell at the feet of the defenseless young man, and everyone in the audience took a deep breath of cold air, and the huge mountainside was as silent as death again;

So skilled, so old......

This coldness -

Is it really waste?

"What a majesty!"

Suddenly, a loud shout resounded like thunder through the thousand-foot stratus clouds, and everyone in the audience was terrified, only to see an old man in brocade standing majestically among the clouds on the top of the mountain, with silver beard and white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and an amazing momentum rushed to the face!

Standing far away, it is already imposing;

In the whole of Xichuan, who else can be so strong!

Cheng ...... Master Cheng?!"

Leng Yi suddenly became excited, and the instinctive fear of the weak for the strong made him almost collapse to the ground;

"Leng Yi, kneel down for Lord Cheng!"

At this moment, Leng Zhengyuan, who was on the side, shouted loudly with a pale face, what he was most worried about had happened!

"Why! they insulted people first......" Leng Yi didn't think about it and replied loudly;

"You ......" Leng Zhengyuan was shocked, and he was about to open his mouth to scold-

"What a shaft! The old man just asked someone to call you over, and you actually beat him like this, so arrogant and domineering at such a young age—"

Cheng Guiyun stood on the top of the mountain, and his ruthless voice echoed between the mountains like rolling thunder, and the momentum made the onlookers all tremble!

"Master Cheng Mingjian, they ......" Leng Yi clenched his fists and trembled his legs, enduring the fear from the bone marrow, and said loudly;

"Dare to quibble!"

There was another deafening shout, and Leng Yi's ears were shaken into a roar;

"I don't quibble......"

The stubborn boy argued persistently despite the sharp pain in his ears;

"What a boldness! I dare to talk back to the old man!" Cheng Guiyun stared at him, and his fierce gaze pierced straight like a sword.

"Kneel!"

With a loud shout, it was like thunder, and a mountain-like coercion surged towards the young man.