"Clan Competition?" Ling Yifeng was slightly stunned, and then said a little gloomily: "Has another three years passed so quickly?"

The Ling family has not held a clan-wide martial arts competition once every three years, saying that it is the whole clan, but in fact, it is mainly aimed at young people like Ling Yifeng and giving them a test. Although the Ling family is a big family in Luoyu City, it is young compared to the other three, and it does not have their rich enough heritage, so it is impossible to allocate all the resources in the family to all the younger generations!

The family will select excellent children through the clan competition conference and focus on training, and for some children who are not talented and not diligent enough, they will wait until they become adults to be assigned to the family industry, and it is very likely that they will live a mediocre and ordinary life!

It may sound a little cruel, but it is also a last resort, their younger generation is the future of the Ling family, if the Ling family wants to develop for a long time, it can only survive the fittest, and spend the resources in the clan that are not rich enough on the hope worth cultivating.

"I hope you can participate!" Ling Cheng looked at Ling Yifeng's eyes and said with a serious face: "I was secretly obstructed by some villains for your business before, and in the end, I tried my best to convince them. And your progress is the best achievement, this clan competition conference is the best opportunity for you to show your results, I want them to see if it is worth spending so much money for you to seek the Soul Yuan Pill in the first place!"

Ling Yifeng looked at his father deeply, it turned out that he had never said it, but he cared about it very much in his heart, he was his son, only if he became excellent, he could make him raise his head proudly!

Father has paid so much for himself, he should also let him feel some comfort! Ling Yifeng suddenly grinned, his smile was bright and innocent, he nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Dad, I will participate in this competition, I will definitely give you a long face!"

Ling Cheng looked at his son, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly felt that everything he had done was worth it!

"There's still a month to go, so let's get ready!" Ling Cheng turned around and flipped through the books on his desk.

Ling Yifeng quietly withdrew from Ling Cheng's study.

Back in his familiar cabin, Ling Yifeng lay straight on his big bed, comfortable and really lazy. Sure enough, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennels!

The only regret is that he couldn't bring Huo Aya back, Ling Yifeng was lying on the bed, and remembered the picture of walking through the Warcraft Forest with Huo Aya, and sighed softly, I don't know where it is now, is it okay?

Although he had already returned, Ling Yifeng would never delay every day's cultivation, and by the time he finished his homework for today, it was already dark.

"Whew!" With a long exhale, Ling Yifeng noticed a faint feeling of swelling in his spirit wheel.

It's been nearly three months since the last time he broke through to the late stage of the Spirit Wheel Realm, Ling Yifeng frowned slightly and thought about it, only to find that time passed so fast, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to be about to expand again.

In three months, from the late stage of the Spirit Wheel Realm to the peak of the Spirit Wheel Realm, this is simply a fantasy in the eyes of the vast majority of those who have broken through to the Spirit Yuan Realm!

However, Ling Yifeng really felt the faint feeling of wanting to break through.

"It seems that it won't be long before he can break through to the Spirit Yuan Realm!" Ling Yifeng showed a happy look on his face and was promoted to the Spirit Yuan Realm, then, the thing his mother left him could open and look at, thinking about it, he was still a little excited! This joy in his heart might be even more than his promotion to the Spirit Yuan Realm!

Early in the morning, Ling Yifeng got up early and ran to the mountain behind the house, he had long been accustomed to getting up early in the Warcraft Forest to look for food, and now he was also accustomed to running to the back mountain. But halfway through, he suddenly remembered that he didn't need to pick wild fruits or hunt.

Helplessly smiled bitterly, but since it has come out, let's find a place to practice spiritual skills, just to prepare for the clan competition in a month.

Suddenly, Ling Yifeng thought of a place, which he used to go to alone.

Straight along the mountain path, the morning glow shines through the dense foliage, and the flowers and plants on the roadside still have the dew of the previous night, reflecting the crystal light in the sunlight.

There are more weeds ahead, indicating that we have deviated from the right path and are on a path that is rarely visited. Suddenly, there was a fork in the road ahead, and Ling Yifeng stepped towards the sheep intestine path on the left that had been covered with half-human-high weeds without hesitation.

After walking for a short time, there was a cliff in front of him, and there was no road, but Ling Yifeng did not stop, and continued to walk forward to the edge of the cliff.

When I walked to the edge of the cliff, I found that there was a cliff of dozens of feet at my feet, and there was a rough stone wall on the side, but in between, there was a path half a person wide. Ling Yifeng did not hesitate, stepped on the path with one foot, and moved forward cautiously against the stone wall.

Turning a corner, what caught his eye was a two-person high stone cave, and Ling Yifeng entered it with a dodge. The interior of the cave is not large, except for a stone bench and five wooden stakes that are one foot high, and the ground is clean except for a little shriveled bird droppings.

Ling Yifeng stood at the edge of the cave and looked down, most of the small city of Luoyu could be seen, and the location of the Ling family was not far below. Ling Yifeng turned around and walked to a wooden stake, reaching out and gently stroking a few shallow marks on it.

This was what he used to test his spiritual strength, and every time he broke through a layer of spiritual strength in the past, he would excitedly come here to test his spiritual strength. The place was remote and no one would disturb him, so he made it his secret base.

After he entered the Spirit Wheel Realm, he never came again, Ling Yifeng walked to the solid wooden stake on the far right and gently stroked a few grooves with slight scorch marks, which were the marks he had made with all his strength with the Red Flame Fist when he was in the ninth layer of spiritual power, at that time he was still quite proud of his fist strength, but now it seems that it is really a little naïve.

Gently stroking the smooth wooden stake, the corners of Ling Yifeng's mouth slightly hooked a slight arc, and suddenly, he clenched his palm into a fist, and slammed it on the stake!

Only a dull roar was heard, sawdust flew away, and Ling Yifeng's fist smashed deep into the stake, and a huge hole appeared on the stake that required one person to hug it.

In this punch, Ling Yifeng used less than fifty percent of his spiritual power, but this power was very different from when he was strong in the ninth layer of spiritual power!

No wonder it is said that only by condensing the spirit wheel can one be regarded as a real spiritual cultivator, and one or two can be seen from this!

If he exerts all his strength, he will definitely be able to blast the stake with one punch, and Ling Yifeng is confident that he can have such a powerful explosion!

Although melee combat is strong, it has extremely high requirements for the mildness of one's own body, otherwise, one's own body cannot withstand such a strong explosion, and when attacking the enemy, the first one to be destroyed by strong strength is likely to be one's own body!

Ling Yifeng had already understood this truth when he practiced the Red Flame Fist, so while cultivating the spiritual skills, he also did not forget to exercise his own body! It was an unforgettable experience for him, in order to improve the toughness of his muscles and strengthen the hardness of the bones of his whole body, he suffered a lot, because in addition to using some elixirs to refine the body, the best remaining body refining methods were constantly stimulated by external objects!

If you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten, and if you are beaten too much, you will naturally be able to resist beating!

He hung a lot of heavy sandbags on the big trees, and by hitting the sandbags, he threw them down from a high position, and then used his body to resist! He exercised his physical strength through this method, and every time he was smashed by the sandbags, his body was bruised and swollen, but the effect was also very obvious, and his ability to resist blows was getting stronger and stronger. He also knows that the more pain he bears now and the more sweat he resides, the less blood he will leave in the future!

It wasn't until he got the "Lan Sword Tiangang Technique" that he knew that long-range attacks were really much safer than close-quarters!

Use spiritual thoughts to control the sword qi, and even use the sword to strategize every inch of land, and take the enemy's head outside a hundred zhang, this is the correct way to open the spiritual cultivation!

With just one thought, a sword qi was generated in vain, and with Ling Yifeng's thoughts, it quickly shot towards the target!

"Poof!"

Hearing only a slight sound, a hole two fingers wide appeared on the wooden stake in front of him, and when he got closer, Ling Yifeng's eyes saw through the hole on the stone wall behind him, and even a hole about half a foot deep appeared on the hard rock!

Although the destructive power of this sword qi is not as great as his fist strength, but the power is concentrated a little, and the penetrating power is far stronger than his Red Flame Fist! After all, the high-level spiritual skills of the Xuan Rank, even if he only mastered a little fur, are not comparable to the intermediate spiritual skills of the mortal rank!

If the stake was replaced by a flesh-and-blood person, Ling Yifeng's fist strength would be able to seriously injure him, but this sword qi, no matter where it was shot, would kill him!

Ling Yifeng recalled that the first person he killed was to use a sword qi to pierce his throat, watching his blood flow out of the hole in his neck little by little, feeling his vitality disappear little by little.

Yes, but all martial arts, or spiritual skills, or weapons, or even spiritual power, are only a means of killing people in the first place.

This has been predestined since ancient times, when people first cultivated spiritual power, forged iron tools with sharp blades from iron and stone for the first time, and studied the skills of manipulating spiritual power for the first time. This bloody fact cannot be changed and does not need to be changed.

Ling Yifeng understood this truth, although he didn't want to kill, he didn't want to be killed. This world is so cruel, advocating strength and strength! Some super-strong people can wave a sword qi in their hands casually, and the wind and clouds will surge, and the heavens and the earth will change color. Ordinary people are just ants in their eyes, would you care about the ants that kill you under your feet?

Therefore, only by improving one's own strength, taking one's fate into one's own hands, and holding the authority of life and death in one's own hands, can one not be trampled by others like ants!

Taking a deep breath, another sword qi was condensed, Ling Yifeng stretched out his fingers, carefully controlling this sword qi to move around in a small space, and then shuttled back and forth on several wooden stakes, drawing deep and shallow notches on its surface......