The mainland calendar is 19,916 years.

Burial Sword Pavilion

Located in Wuyun Country, Anxi Province, on the Burial Sword Mountain in the northern suburbs of Fenglin City, it is a third-order force.

At this moment, it is the height of summer, and it is the beginning of the month, in front of the main peak of the Burial Sword Mountain, the huge martial arts arena is crowded with people and shouting to the sky, a lively scene.

The first day of the month is the day of martial arts in the pavilion, if there is a breakthrough or refinement of all the disciples in the pavilion, they must come here to confirm, and the elders in the pavilion will also reward them in a timely manner, and after experiencing an abrupt catastrophe of the heavenly and evil winds, the warriors who are helpless in the face of the great power of heaven and earth, the pursuit of strength seems to become more urgent.

Not for anything else, just to survive......

At this time, one by one the rings were blocked by the crowd, the push trend on the stage was difficult to solve, the shouts from the audience were higher than the waves, and some were ready to go up and show at any time under the stage, so it was not lively.

"Brother Lin Fan, Brother Lin Fan ......".

A pleasant call pierced the hustle and bustle, from far to near.

"I've been looking for a toilet and no one is there, where the hell did this guy go?"

In the crowd, a girl in a purple dress looked left and right, and said dissatisfiedly with a small mouth.

"I'm not in the martial arts arena either...... Hum...... This guy must have gone to the back mountain to be lazy again."

The girl immediately froze at the thought of this, turned around and ran towards the back hill.

......

At this time, on the path behind the mountain behind the burial sword mountain, a middle-aged man in Huangshan and a young man in Tsing Yi looked at each other.

"What...... You want me to switch to the other three halls...... The master also has to hand over the position of the master of the Imperial Soul Palace...... Is this the decision of the Pavilion Master of the Burial Sword Pavilion?"

The young man in Tsing Yi took a few steps back, his face was gloomy, his hands were white, and he trembled with anger, as if he couldn't believe such a decision.

However, the middle-aged man looked indifferent, glanced at the young man and said coldly, "This is the decision of the high-level of the Burial Sword Pavilion, as one of the four halls of the Burial Sword Pavilion, it is really a bit ridiculous for the Imperial Soul Hall to accept only one disciple of you, and ...... Your soul cultivation qualification has been abolished, and now you have also switched to body cultivation.

Instead of mixing in the Imperial Soul Palace, it is better to go to other halls and do a pure physical cultivation, which is not a good thing.

And the Imperial Soul Hall should also be used for its own purposes, if there is turmoil today, you can't affect the cultivation of other sects because you are a waste."

The young man eased his nerves, but the stuffiness in his chest couldn't be relieved, "Let me switch to the other three halls, what's the difference between this and sweeping the floor...... And why do you want my master to hand over the position of the master of the Royal Soul Palace.

Just because...... My soul cultivation talent has been revoked......

I...... Not convinced".

Seeing that the young man in Tsing Yi was still a little stubborn, the middle-aged man was also a little angry, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind was raised, and the young man staggered back a few steps, "Hmph, stubborn, if it weren't for the Burial Sword Pavilion, with your strength, you would have died under the Heavenly Evil Wind six years ago, and now it's just that the soul cultivation qualification has been abolished, and you have already gone lucky."

Thinking of that disaster, the young man's heart couldn't help but tremble, and the seven consecutive days of Gangfeng drove the chaotic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to wreak havoc on the entire continent......

The mountain protection array of the Burial Sword Pavilion could not be completely blocked, if it weren't for the protection of the master......

Thinking of this, his expression was awkward.

"I can transfer to the other three halls, and I can even withdraw from the Burial Sword Pavilion, but I want my master to hand over the position of the hall master of the Imperial Soul Palace...... I will not allow it".

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but then he was a little disdainful.

"I am reading to you the decision of the middle and high-level of the cabinet, not to consult with you, whether you accept it or not, this is the final decision, and it is also your fate, you ...... Do it yourself."

After that, the middle-aged man ignored the young man and turned around and walked towards the mountain.

The young man in Tsing Yi clenched his fists, silently looked at the middle-aged man in the distance, and opened his mouth...... But he didn't say anything.

"Strength is respected, and one of the deacons of the Burial Sword Pavilion is also a cultivator in the Ning Yuan Realm, and I ......."

The young man took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head helplessly after exhaling a breath of turbidity, and walked towards a large bluestone in the woods in the back mountain with a gloomy expression......

......

Buried in the back mountain of Sword Mountain.

Dense trees shade most of the mountain, and halfway up the woods there is a large flat bluestone, which is so secluded that only a hidden path can be reached.

The scorching sun burned the big bluestone through the gaps in the leaves in the forest.

On the bluestone, the young man in Tsing Yi was lying on it, tilting his head to look at the clouds in the sky through the leaves.

This young man is dressed in a simple Tsing Yi and looks like a teenager, although his delicate face is slightly immature, but he is also extraordinary, and his dark eyes reveal a bit of indifference and loneliness that does not match his age.

The boy was frowning slightly, as if he was remembering something.

The young man's name is Lin Fan, 16 years old this year, he is an orphan, and his master went out to practice more than ten years ago...... Picked up.

Because the place where he was found was a dense forest, he took "Lin" as his surname, and as for "Fan", it means ordinary.

It can be said that it is an orphan...... Lin Fan didn't feel much, and thinking of his life experience, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

Whenever he recalled the shadow of Chinese civilization in the depths of his memory, Lin Fan would always feel a sour feeling in his heart.

This memory is incomplete, just some scattered fragments, no name and no story, like an unrelated painting, but the picture is so clear, as if telling his past.

As for how he appeared here, there is really no basis for this, and his first memory of this world ...... Only the eerie crimson canopy, and the blinding black thunder and lightning in the sky.

can be reincarnated as a human for more than ten years, and Lin Fan has already accepted his current identity calmly, and he has adapted to his current life.

And when it comes to life in this world...... The corners of Lin Fan's mouth were full of bitterness.

When the master brought him back to the Burial Sword Pavilion, he asked the pavilion master to test him personally.

The soul is vigorous and the talent is outstanding.

Eight words, Lin Fan has achieved the title of a soul cultivation genius that Lin Fan has not met in a hundred years.

And Lin Fan's master has a hot temper and a perverse personality, and he is notoriously domineering in the Burial Sword Pavilion, after accepting Lin Fan, the old man, who has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, even seized the position of the master of the Royal Soul Palace, and only accepted Lin Fan as an apprentice.

Lin Fan is a human being in two lives, and he must not be willing to be mediocre in this life, with a calm heart and a tenacious character, he cultivates extremely hard.

And it lives up to the title of soul cultivation genius.

At the age of 6, he sensed soul power, and he entered the mortal soul realm that year, the third stage of the mortal soul realm at the age of 9, and the fifth stage of the mortal soul realm at the age of 10.

Can it be ......... later

There was no later.

When he was 10 years old, a natural disaster known as the Heavenly Evil Wind enveloped the entire continent, and countless martial artists suffered in the turmoil, falling into the martial arts path due to the impact of the vitality shock on the divine soul, Lin Fan also cultivated the soul from then on, and until the age of 13, he still stayed in the fifth stage of the mortal soul and could not break through.

In the past three years, the master has tried many methods, used nearly 100 kinds of elixirs to regulate him, and invited the pavilion master to help him several times, but it was ineffective, but it was ...... It seems that Lin Fan is not injured, but he can't break through.

After several times, even the pavilion master reluctantly came to a conclusion.

The evil qi enters the body, and the soul is damaged.

Another eight words, Lin Fan's soul cultivation path is cut off......

Since then, the high-level pavilion masters have lost interest in Lin Fan, and the people of the Burial Sword Pavilion have been extremely disappointed in him, and even the previous jealous people have fallen into the well and sneered at him.

It seemed that in just an instant, Lin Fan suddenly fell from the altar of soul cultivation genius to the ranks of waste materials, and Lin Fan, a genius, also became the biggest joke in the history of the Burial Sword Pavilion.

The ridicule and bullying of the same family, the regret and indifference of the elders, all stimulate Lin Fan's soul all the time, and under the hot and cold world, even if Lin Fan is resolute in his two lives, he can't help but be disappointed.

Even the master Mu Qingyun was regarded as a model of unwise people, and was ridiculed by several other hall masters.

Over time, even Lin Fan himself began to be disheartened, only the master did not give up, and still tried his best for him.

Helplessly, the path of soul cultivation seems to be impassable.

Simply put your heart sideways and start all over again - self-cultivation.

So, Lin Fan turned to physical cultivation, and it took three years to finally achieve a small success.

The sixth stage of the mortal body realm - Lin Fan was also 16 years old this year.

The strength of the sixth stage of the mortal body realm belongs to the lower reaches among the disciples of the Burial Sword Pavilion.

But Lin Fan's efforts and hard work for this Fan Yuan Sixth Paragraph are known only to him......

......

Lying on the bluestone, he sighed weakly.

"The sixth stage of the Yuan Realm, the fifth stage of the Fan Soul Realm...... The strength is still not enough, what is missing?

Break through the realm within half a year, otherwise you will sweep the floor and go out......".

Lin Fan lay on the bluestone and slowly stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and observed it in front of him for a while.

"Could it be...... Is it really related to the evil wind that day? Or is my Huaxia spirit too weak?"

"MD, what is the reason, being discriminated against and bullied and not being able to get stronger, this feels really TM enough"

With an angry roar, the young man's dark eyes looked at the sky resolutely, and his fist-clenched arm stretched straight forward, and the whole person seemed to be trembling slightly due to the excessive strength.

"Hoo ......"

He let out a long sigh, shook his head bitterly, withdrew his right hand and leaned it against his head, and fell into deep thought again.