Mingyu Mansion City, Chenjia Back Mountain.

Goose feathers flying, and the north wind is howling.

A yellow-faced young man stood in the wind, waving his fists and kicks between shouts and shouts, and played a rather quaint boxing technique.

The fists and feet are wide open and closed, and they are indomitable, but they have a lot of momentum.

However, at this moment, the boy suddenly stopped, his body trembled, and he began to cough violently, and occasionally a few traces of scarlet could be seen dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The body was stiff, and the right hand was regularly beating in front of the chest, and after a while, the cough finally stopped.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the young man muttered to himself:

"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, you didn't do anything last night, why are you so empty?"

Chen Yan is the name of this yellow-faced young man, from an extraordinary background, he is a descendant of the Chen family, one of the three major families in Mingyu Mansion City, and the head of the Chen family is his father's brother and his uncle.

However, in the eyes of the family, he is a dispensable "half-dead", and is even called "Heavenly Evil Lone Star" by the clansmen.

This has something to do with not only his own physical condition, but also his father, whom he has never met a few times.

Chen Yan's father used to be the first genius of Mingyu Mansion City, and in just over ten years, he cultivated to a realm that was admirable, and the Chen family also became the head of the three major families.

But who knows, at this time, the martial arts cultivation of this person who was the first day of Mingyu Mansion City and led the rise of the Chen family was abolished......

In the Xuantian Continent, the strong are respected, and a person without martial arts cultivation is naturally a waste person who can't even compare to a beggar, at least a beggar can still change his fate through hard work.

However, to add insult to injury, Chen Yan's mother was plotted and was beaten into the abdomen with a vicious energy, and was seriously injured, resulting in Chen Yan, who was not yet born in the womb, having a congenital disease.

Just after birth, his mother was seriously injured and died.

When he was three years old, Xiu died of depression for his deposed father.

When he was six years old, Chen Yan was found to have heart and lung defects and did not live to be eighteen years old.

And when he was nine years old, the old servant who depended on him also died of illness.

This "terrible" incident made the people of the clan regard Chen Yan as a flood beast, and no one wanted to get close to this young man, even if his father had led the Chen family to glory.

But Chen Yan did not give up on himself because of these, but worked harder than his peers.

Because, he has a dream, a simple and ordinary dream.

That is, live well.

And the only way to realize this dream is to cultivate.

Only by cultivating can he break through the limits of his life, and can he break his original destiny and control his own destiny.

"It's time to go back. ”

Controlling himself not to think about it, the corner of Chen Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, and returned to his small courtyard.

In the room, Chen Yan gently stroked the things in his hands.

It was a black scabbard with two vague characters engraved on the front.

On the back, a few lines outline a delicate pattern, which can be vaguely seen to be the appearance of a monster entangled by turtles and snakes.

This scabbard is a relic left by Chen Yan's mother, and it originally did not have these patterns and characters, but it was just a rather quaint ordinary scabbard.

Under an accident, when Chen Yan dripped his blood on the scabbard, a vague pattern appeared on the scabbard.

Since then, he has found that every time he drives blood on this scabbard, the patterns and handwriting on the scabbard will become clearer.

According to his calculations, today is the time when the pattern of this scabbard becomes completely clear.

"I hope it's a treasure. ”

Thinking in his heart, Chen Yan didn't hesitate any longer, bit his fingertips, and smeared the blood on the scabbard.

However, the miracle did not occur, and the blood was not absorbed by the scabbard.

"It can't be, I don't believe it's a piece of waste. ”

Chen Yan's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, his face was hideous, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed on his face.

He decided to take a gamble.

He can afford to gamble and lose when he has nothing.

People die and do not die for thousands of years.

If he couldn't make a breakthrough in martial arts cultivation in a short period of time, he could only die with hatred in two years.

On the contrary, if you win the bet, then there is a possibility of getting a chance and breaking through the number of lives.

"Fight. ”

The tip of his tongue was bitten, Chen Yan's face turned pale, and a mouthful of essence blood, which was extremely precious for those who practiced martial arts, sprayed directly on the scabbard.

For some reason, the essence blood dripped on the scabbard, and it was quickly absorbed, and then a dazzling black light filled Chen Yan's sight.

With a "bang", Chen Yan fell to the ground as if he had lost his soul.

......

In a gray world, Chen Yan's figure appeared here, curiously looking at the strange thing in front of him.

Like a sword but not a sword, like a seal but not a seal, the appearance of about three feet tall flashes with a green jade-like luster, which looks extremely smart.

"It's really a treasure. ”

A great surprise surged in Chen Yan's heart.

He, the bet won.

It's definitely a great opportunity.

"Inheritor of the Great Emperor, you are finally here". An old voice sighed.

A familiar and unfamiliar feeling arose from the bottom of his heart, and Chen Yan wondered, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"You have fed me with your own blood every month for the past few years, don't you know who I am?"

The expected answer made Chen Yan fall silent.

After a long time, Chen Yan said in a firm tone:

"Since you are my mother's leftovers, I don't think you will hurt me. ”

"And you are by my side day and night, and you should also know my dreams. ”

"Can you help me achieve my dreams?"

The owner of the old voice naturally knew Chen Yan's dream, and even more so knew the hidden responsibilities of Chen Yan.

So, without hesitation, he replied:

"Don't worry, I'll help you. ”

"But ......"

Speaking of this, the old man's voice suddenly stopped, but Chen Yan's face remained unchanged at all, quietly waiting for the other party's next words.

"However, all of this requires your own efforts, otherwise it will be nothing more than a failure. ”

The satisfied reply made the corners of Chen Yan's mouth hook up, and a smile flashed.

Sixteen years have passed since his birth, and he has never been happier than he is now.

"Boy, put your hand on the sword mark and get ready to receive the inheritance. ”

Chen Yan followed the other party's instructions, and put his right hand on the green jade sword seal in front of him, and a inheritance had already been imprinted into his heart.

"True Martial Xuantian True Gong", those who are not true martial bloodlines cannot be cultivated, those who are not true martial arts cannot be completed, and those who are not true martial arts cannot be completed.

No, no, no.

The six-character taboo made Chen Yan gasp, but since the other party didn't explain it, he thought that he could also practice this exercise.

"Thank you, old man. ”

With both hands clenched into fists, Chen Yan solemnly bowed to the green jade sword seal in front of him.

"Don't thank me, with your current situation, if you want to cultivate this exercise, you need to find something first. ”

This sword veteran was unusually polite.

"What's that?"

"Let's talk about ...... when we go out"

The words fell, and the world changed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the room, and the scabbard I was holding in my hand was gone.

Walking out of the courtyard, Chen Yan looked up at the sky and whispered to himself:

"From this day on, my fate is up to me, not to heaven......"