Qin Ke!

On the high melting platform, an old man held a roster in his hand, looking at the name that came into view, his voice paused, and as his voice fell, the square of thousands of people suddenly became extremely quiet.

A slightly emaciated young man, step by step towards the stone steps, for the huge melting platform, he was so small, for the eyes of all colors, he was so lonely.

"Why is this rubbish here again! Isn't he dead yet?"

"Hmph! The Qin family doesn't think he's ashamed, let him go and make trouble! ”

"Look at the way he looks down now, there is still a shadow of the original. ”

"I don't have the ability to bully people, so I naturally have to hold my tail and be a man! Not to mention that he offended so many people in the first place. ”

"If he can succeed, he will still be a little hero of the Qin family. ”

"Hero, I think he's more suitable to be a bear. ”

The ridicule and ridicule around instantly flooded the square, and Qin Ke, who was walking alone on the stone steps, didn't pay attention to the surrounding voices.

Sometimes, a person's argument is stupid, and for him, if he does not succeed, whatever he says will seem to those people to be just a joke!

What's more, what those people say is the truth.

"Are you ready!" Looking at Qin Ke, a trace of regret flashed on the old man's face, he didn't think that Qin Ke would be able to succeed.

"Come on!" Qin Ke said lightly, his expression was very calm, this year had made him grow a lot.

He took out a palm-sized piece of black iron from his arms and held it in his hand, which was the spiritual iron that he had reheated with his blood for a year.

A faint coldness passed through the palm of his hand and spread to every part of Qin Ke's body, and he knew that this time he had failed again!

Even so, he wanted to give it a try.

Beside the old man was a small platform four feet square, and directly above the platform, high in the sky, a black knife was quietly suspended there.

This Spirit Slashing Knife is famous in the Nebula Empire, and everyone knows its name, Night Break.

It is the third most famous blade in the empire, and it has a very powerful power, and its holder is the old man standing on the melting platform at this time, Lang Xiu.

"It's on!" As Lang Xiu's voice fell, a light lit up on the tip of Ye Po's knife and landed on Qin Ke's hand.

Cover his palm and the spirit iron in his palm at the same time.

Feeling the cold spirit iron in his palm becoming warm, Qin Ke's face did not show a look of joy, but became more solemn.

In the next moment, Lang Xiu and Qin Ke's faces changed at the same time, but it was already too late.

Bang~!

An explosion sounded from Qin Ke's palm, just like a year ago.

The light faded, revealing a fleshy palm.

Spirit Iron Explosion, this is something that has never been heard of in thousands of years, and Qin Ke has already created this miracle for the second time.

The blood fell to the ground drop by drop, Qin Ke's face turned a lot paler, I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss, or because he was stimulated by the ridicule and ridicule that had been remembered from all directions.

"Thank you!" Qin Ke stiffly bowed to Lang, turned around and left.

The injured palm was hidden in his sleeve, and the blood flowed even faster because the fist was clenched so tightly that it dripped all over the stone steps.

With Qin Ke's departure, the voice of ridicule and sarcasm gradually subsided.

Next, Lin Xiao.

"It's you!" was pushed by a friend on the side, and Lin Xiao's gaze was retracted from the departing back.

"Grandpa Lang, I'm ready!" Lin Xiao stretched out his hand with a happy face and put it on the platform.

A ray of light lit up again on the tip of Night Break's knife, instantly submerging her palm and the piece of spirit iron in her hand.

Although it is said that there will never be an accident in the melting spirit, but something that has not happened in thousands of years, Qin Ke has caught up twice, in view of his two explosions, Lin Xiao still swallowed deeply, and looked nervously at his palm covered by light.

The light dissipated, and the white palm was still the same, but the spiritual iron on the palm disappeared.

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on Lin Xiao's face.

"It's a success! The level of soul melting is very high, go back and work harder, and strive to refine your own soul slayer as soon as possible. Lang Xiu smiled, and his old face seemed to be very happy.

Whenever he sees a young boy and girl succeed in melting, he is always very happy, maybe because he is old, and he always wants to do something for those children.

The higher the realm of the host of the soul melting, the better the effect of the soul melting will be, which is a fact that is difficult to change, and it is also the reason why he insists on melting the spirit for the new generation of teenagers.

......

......

Walking home alone from the Melting Altar, the sound of cheers and joys can be heard clearly here.

Walking into the gate of the Qin Mansion and passing through the courtyard, what appeared in front of Qin Ke was an old man.

The old man closed his eyes and lay quietly on the chaise longue, as if he was asleep, enjoying the afternoon sun.

"Grandpa! I'm back!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, but his old eyes were as bright and deep as stars.

Qin Qingtian, Qin Ke's grandfather.

"Come~!" Qin Qingtian beckoned to him and said with a smile.

Walking to his grandfather's side, Qin Ke wanted to hide his injured hand behind him, but was tightly grasped by an old palm.

"Cover-up is the most useless, cowardice, hypocrisy. Qin Qingtian's eyes were cold, and he said sharply: "You are the hope of the Qin family, the pride of your grandfather, in the future, our Qin Ke will definitely become a great hero who stands up to the sky, so you have to learn to face it." ”

Qin Ke knew that his grandfather was teaching himself that a manly man needed to face and bear.

But.......

Looking at his bloody palm, a bleak smile appeared on Qin Ke's face.

"Grandpa, can someone like me still be a hero? They all say I'm... ”

"Fart!" Before Qin Ke's words were finished, Qin Qingtian suddenly stood up from the recliner and said, "Failure once or twice does not mean that you will fail in this life, although it is important to cultivate talent and resources, the most important thing is perseverance." ”

"Who dares to scold my grandson for being a bear? Even if you are a wasted person, as long as you are my Qin Qingtian's grandson, even the royal family of the Xia family has to call you a young talent in a proper manner. Qin Qingtian touched Qin Ke's head dotingly, and said: "It's just that you can't melt the spirit, grandpa will find a way, we have a lot of spirit iron, when you are injured, grandpa will personally melt the spirit for you." ”

"Thank you, grandpa! grandchildren won't let you down. Qin Ke was a little choked, in the Qin family, grandpa is the sky, and he is even more spoiled by the sky.

"Go ahead!

Qin Qingtian slowly sat back on the recliner, Qin Ke picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and then turned around and left.

After Qin Ke left, Qin Qingtian opened his eyes again, and a blue light lit up along his left arm, and the cyan light covered half of his body.

"Old man, haven't we been silent for too long. ”