Chapter 2 People are poor

The old man's face showed a bored look.

Hearing the old man's cold words and sarcasm, Qiao Fei hesitated violently for a few times, and his two fists were clenched, and the pale yellow airflow surrounded his fists.

Qiao Yun, who was beside him, saw his angry father and remembered a sentence that his father taught him when he was a child. Yuner, in this world of the law of the jungle, no one will pity you. Even your father will not pity you. Only his continuous growth and training, he relies on his strength to gain recognition from others. Tao?

The old man saw that the situation was not good, and his body burst into a blue-purple flame and swallowed uncertainly. A roaring blue and purple demon wolf appeared behind the old man.

The top skills of Douluo College; roaring. The roaring duel is also the most profound skill of Douluo College, and only the elder level of the college can practice.

All of a sudden, the hall was depressing and heavy. In order to break through his own fate and get rid of the name of a useless talent, his father endured humiliation and begged Dean Luo to accept the students, but what he returned was cynicism.

Qiao Yun summoned up his courage and came out. His slightly immature little face had a little resolute look. A pair of black eyes fell on the arrogant old man and said with difficulty, "I, Qiao Yun, don't need anyone's sympathy to pity me. Dean Luo, let me tell you a word: people are not good-looking, sea water is immeasurable, and people are poor and ambitious. I, Qiao Yun, must confirm that I will use my strength to instigate all those who have ridiculed me and looked down on me.

Qiao Yun knelt down in front of his father with tears in his eyes, banged three heads, and said bitterly, "Father, the child has humiliated you, and the child is useless. Let's get out of here. I don't want my father to beg others to pity me in a low voice.

When Qiao Fei saw his son's firm look, he knew that he was stubborn and extreme, and even if he entered Douluo College, he would be ridiculed by others. He sighed and forced a smile on his face and said, "Okay, okay. This is my Qiao Fei's son, and his father believes in you.

Qiao Feixin helped her son up with a smile, looked up and down, turned her head to look at the old man, and hummed angrily, "Dean Luo, I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye."

The old man hesitated for a moment and hurriedly said, "Students will be recruited next year. If Mr. Qiao can pass the test, I, Luo Feng, would be very happy for Mr. Qiao to come to our Douluo College."

"When I enroll students next year, I, Qiao Yun, must fight for my father and myself."

Qiao Fei and Qiao Yun walked out of the college without looking back.

At night, the full moon shines high.

Qiao Yun came to the back mountain of Zhennan's mansion alone, looked up at the full moon like a silver plate, and shook his head and sighed dimly.

Qiao Yun began to practice fighting spirit at the age of five until now at the age of 15. For ten years, he can't even gather the most basic energy of the fighter. His father, the king of Zhennan, did not hesitate to buy precious medicine at a high price, hoping to change his Qihai, but in the end, he still failed.

Although precious drugs can speed up the cultivation of meridians and Qihai, and can also enhance their own strength.

However, the road of cultivation is inherently thorny and bumpy, and it is not a good thing to improve your strength with the help of external forces.

Maybe you can improve yourself with the help of external forces. Good luck is not always there. Cultivators must not hold any fluke mentality. Steady steps are the most stable. After all, foreign forces are not their own. If you can't devour foreign forces well, they will explode. It is not surprising that such examples are common.

However, Kaiyuan Continent is not only warriors and fighters, but also mysterious monks and evil wizards.

The monks pay attention to the fact that they can easily control the power of the outside world, and the Taoists in Kaiyuan mainland are basically one of the few. Evil wizards control dead bodies with witchcraft, and they only need to cultivate their spiritual strength. Of course, wizards are more repulsive in Kaiyuan. After all, fighting with dead corpses will damage people's virtuous cultivation.

Qiao Yun sat on the ground cross-legged and operated the first day of the Qiao family's skills, and the thin air flowed slowly in the meridians.

The airflow in the meridians became thicker and thicker to form a milky white airflow. The airflow changed from the flow just now to a rapid flow through the meridians. Finally, the airflow in all parts of the meridians flowed into the air sea and gathered together.

The look on Qiao Yun's face was extremely complex, as if he was excited and worried. Because every time he comes to the last minute, there will be an accident.

The airflow gathers everywhere and turns into a milky white water droplet the size of mung beans, which slowly expands as the airflow continuously injects mung bean-sized water droplets. In less than a few seconds, the mung bean drops expanded into a small egg-sized water balloon.

The small water balloon operates steadily in the sea of gas and absorbs the qi from all over the meridians. Suddenly, the small water ball trembled as if it was uncontrollably, as if to break through some kind of bondage.

Qiao Yun's whole body trembled, sweat seeped out, and the skin and flesh on his face kept twitching, looking extremely painful.

The small water ball in the sea of air trembled sharply, and many cracks slowly appeared in the small water ball, and finally burst into shadowless.

Qiao Yun's whole body was weak and lay on the grass as if he had been pulled away. His eyes were red and he smiled bitterly: "It's still failed, or failed..."

Qiao Yun got up with difficulty, looked up at the soft full moon, and roared for forgiveness; "God, are you fucking teasing me? Since you arranged for me to come to this world, you have fallen into the name of a useless talent. I'm not willing, I'm not willing..."

Qiao Yun actually belongs to another world. Because his soul has not been extinguished into this different world, his soul has been placed on a baby. That is to say, now his body is someone else's, and his soul is his own. He didn't expect to deposit it on a useless talent.

Because of this, his soul is stronger than ordinary people, which is the only one to be comforting.

Under the bright moonlight, a figure was reflection on the grass in the dark of the woods. Seeing the extremely depressed Qiao Yun, he sighed deeply. The look on his face was extremely complicated. After a long time, he said to himself, "Oh, is this God's arrangement? Is it really difficult to let Yuner practice the family's taboo skills?

The shadow sank into the darkness.

After forgiveness, Qiao Yun's heavy mood just now also eased a lot and walked to the mansion.

In the clan room of Zhennan Wangfu, there are rows of burning candles on the wooden shelf, and the spiritual positions of Qiao's ancestors are neatly placed on the throne.

Qiao Fei and an elderly man stood in the clan room. This old man is also the general manager of the mansion of Zhennan, and has been the general manager of the king of Zhennan for 20 years. Qiao Fei also trusts him very much.

Qiao Fei said slowly, "General Manager Sun, please call Yun'er in."

"Your Majesty, have you considered it? Let the young master practice this kind of skill, I'm afraid--" Sun Nan raised a question.

"I know better than you the consequences of practicing family taboo skills. Yun'er is stubborn and extreme. If he carries the name of waste for the rest of his life, it will be worse than killing him. Qiao Fei interrupted Sun Nan's words.