When the light of the morning breaks through the last trace of darkness and descends on the earth, bringing life and hope to the earth, the silence of the morning is broken by a childish cry.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In front of a river beach by the rushing quicksand river, a young boy with his upper body bare is constantly hitting a boulder the size of an adult, hitting the boulder in different ways with his calves, thighs, waist and abdomen, arms, wrists, shoulders and the top of his head in different ways.

The young boy was about seven or eight years old, but he looked about the same size as a young man of fourteen or fifteen, strong and tall, except that his body was black, and his body was covered with scars, and his skin was chapped and cracked, and in some places there were even clotted blood scabs.

"I don't admit my fate, I don't admit my fate, this is not my Song Xiaotian's fate, my fate is up to me!" At the same time as the blow, the young man muttered to himself, as if to remind himself that he must not relax.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The right fist struck the boulder quickly and forcefully, leaving a clear blood-colored fist mark, but the boy didn't blink his eyes, as if such things were commonplace for him. After the right punch, he switched to his left hand. Then change to the top of the head, waist and abdomen, arms, wrists, calves, and thighs.

The boy was scarred all over, and many places were red and swollen, and of course, it was strange that he used his body to hit a boulder like this, and it was not swollen.

Half an hour later, the boy waved his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, then went to the river, held the river in both hands, swallowed his throat with a grunt, and then jumped into the river to wash away the stains on his body.

Standing in the middle of the river, he looked at his body, and this hard training had lasted for one year, three months, and twelve days, and he finally felt the strength again. Although such power is not really a power at all, it is already a miracle for him.

His name is Song Xiaotian, and he is the only son of Song Tianyu, the head of the Song family in Heavenly Sword City, and he was originally the eldest young master born with a golden key, the young master of the Song family.

When he was three years old, according to the practice of the Song family, he underwent the family's talent test, and was found to be a single fire attribute talent, and the talent value was ninety-one.

The top-level talent made Song Xiaotian a baby bump that the entire Song family held in his hands for fear of falling, and in his mouth for fear of melting. You must know that the highest index of talent is one hundred, and this level has never been reached by anyone throughout the ages, so Song Xiaotian's talent all shows that his future achievements are absolutely limitless.

The higher the talent value, the stronger the affinity with the corresponding attribute source qi, the speed of sensing and absorbing the source qi is naturally fast, and it is also easy to perceive the laws of the corresponding attribute, and at the same time, the barrier to cultivation is also weak, so the higher the talent value, the higher the future achievement.

When he was four years old, Song Xiaotian began to practice the Xuan-level Advanced Fire Attribute Martial Arts Burning Yang Technique provided by his family, and the effect of his top-level talent allowed him to sense the existence of the source qi in one hour, and he could start to absorb the source qi, and in less than two hours, he became a first-grade desolate disciple.

At the age of five, Song Xiaotian became a seven-rank desolate disciple.

In Heavenly Sword City, such strength is already considered top-notch, you must know that even Song Tianyu, the head of the Song family, is the strongest person in Heavenly Sword City, and he is only a nine-rank desolate man.

Song Xiaotian, who is a genius, enjoys the respect and awe of everyone because of this, and no one dares to disobey him and resist him, because he is a peerless genius.

It's a pity that when he was five years old, not long after he became a seven-rank desolate disciple, one night, the Song family was broken into by a mysterious person, and that night it was reported that Song Xiaotian had a strange poison in his body, and he couldn't cultivate the source qi from then on. Overnight, Song Xiaotian turned from a genius to a waste, and since then, he has lost the aura of genius, without people's worship and praise, and anyone in the clan who sees him looks at him with a kind of contempt.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Song Xiaotian, who was standing in the river, shouted, and then the whole person seemed to be crazy, his ** body was covered with some black and cyan veins, and those black and cyan veins exuded a mint smell, and these veins kept pulling his body, making his body extremely hideous, and the green tendons were protruding.

Bang!

Song Xiaotian felt that his body was like being bitten by thousands of insects and ants, and the pain was extremely incomparable, and he could only relieve the pain in his body a little by constantly hitting the water surface. He roared and rushed to the riverbank, desperately slamming into the boulder, letting his fists spray blood wildly.

"Why? Why, God, why are you doing this to me, have I done something wrong?" After spraying some blood, the pain in Song Xiaotian's body seemed to be alleviated a lot, and he began to cry out helplessly, even though he called out my strong oath that my life would be up to me, but no matter what, he was only a seven-year-old boy, and he could withstand all kinds of pressure brought by turning from a genius to a waste in his heart.

"If you have given me the gift of genius, why do you want to poison me in my body, why, I don't understand?" he screamed in pain.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the feeling of falling from a high-ranking genius to a wasted talent, and they can't bear the strong pressure brought about by such a huge change.

"Why, I don't understand ......"

I don't know how long this crazy blow lasted, and it wasn't until the last trace of strength in Song Xiaotian's body disappeared that he fell weakly on the river beach.

Originally, he thought that as long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to change his fate, but even if he activated the potential in his body by extremely refining his body, so as to activate the vitality of his body to fight against the strange poison in his body. He believed that as long as his body was free of this strange poison, he could regain his genius ability and reach the peak in the shortest possible time.

"Child, aren't you still giving up?"

A thunderous sound suddenly erupted from above the quicksand river, and then a tall figure gradually walked out of the forest, and a middle-aged man in a green robe walked towards Song Xiaotian with sharp eyes. This person looks tall and mighty, nearly two meters tall, about fifty years old, his eyes are faintly shining, and there is a domineering aura invisibly, especially the big hands, which are covered with old scars, which are very terrifying.

"Father, you don't need to say it, I will not give in to fate, I must stand up again, I don't want to be a weakling, I want to be strong. Although Song Xiaotian was weak, his voice was very firm, as if no one could shake his will.

"Son, you don't have to do this, go back with your father, your mother misses you very much. "The person who came is Song Tianyu, the head of the Song family in Heavenly Sword City, a well-known powerhouse in this land, and also Song Xiaotian's father, the Nine Rank Desolate Warrior, the strongest person in Heavenly Sword City.

Song Tianyu stared coldly at his stubborn son, looking at Song Xiaotian's resolute eyes, he suddenly didn't dare to look directly.