Chapter 107, complain [, ask for red votes]

Practicing the secret method of changing the attributes of the essence is already the practice of quenching the vein realm, which belongs to the second level of Blood God. The practice of quenching is the most critical and complex, and requires gradual progress.

In his current state, the use of this secret method will cause a great load on the body and meridians, and an inadvertently may cause irreparable damage. So he doesn't want to use it unless he has to.

Of course, if Ling Qianjun continues to do it, he will use the secret method, even if he is injured.

"So, is my appointment with him a joke?" Ling Qianjun said in a muffled voice that he was six or seven years older than Ling Xiaolou, and he practiced longer than the other party. He continued to fight but could not win, which was a big blow to him.

"Almost!" The old man nodded mercilessly and hummed, "But if you can practice the sword of the Tyrannosaurus Rex Fire Sword, it will be much easier to beat him."

"The sword meaning of the Tyrannosaurus Rex Fire Sword?" Ling Qianjun was stunned and immediately smiled bitterly and said, "I have been practicing for half a year, and I haven't practiced swords. I don't feel it at all. I don't know how long it will take to practice..."

With that, his face turned black: "What if he comes to me to compete in a few days?"

"Stupid boy!" The old man patted Ling Qianjun's head heavily and said angrily, "Now you go back to your ancestral land. If you don't practice your sword, you won't come back. Where will he find you?"

paused and said, "What's more, you are so shameless that you want to fight with others, and they are not looking for you. So if you don't bother others, they will certainly be too lazy to pay attention to you..."

"Am I so cheap..." Ling Qianjun muttered in his heart. Seeing that the old man would continue to teach him a lesson, he quickly said, "I... I'm going to bed and go back to my ancestral land early tomorrow morning!"

Ling Qianjun waved his broad sword and spewed a fighting spirit on his body. He looked at Ling Pingzhi and turned around and rushed out of the courtyard.

"Bad boy, I haven't finished talking yet..." Looking at Ling Qianjun, who seemed to have fled, the old man snorted with dissatisfaction and finally had a chance to scold the little guy, but he didn't give it to him.

"Uncle, he... Is his strength really so strong? Even Qianjun is not his opponent?" Ling Pingzhi's eyes flashed and asked, not caring about the old man's unhappy expression.

"Humph... This is still my mood to take care of Qianjun." The old man looked solemn and whispered, "Although you have no practice, you should still have it in the vision world, right?" Can't you see that his knife method already contains a trace of knife meaning?

"I can see it!" Ling Pingzhi's eyes flashed and said, "A sea of corpses and blood! I really don't know where this boy learned such an evil knife method, which is actually this kind of knife!"

"Yes! This boy's knife method is strange, and the knife intention is even more thrilling. The corpse is full of blood... Hey! I don't know how many people will die if I want to practice such a knife!" The old man looked worried: "Even if he can really achieve great success, he will fall into the devil's way if he is careless, which is not the blessing of my Ling family!"

Ling Pingzhi's face was cold and uncertain. After a long time, he closed his eyes and recalled the pile of manuscripts given to him by Li Lan in his mind, as if there was a sea of corpses and blood in front of him...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and seemed to understand, "Uncle, do you think it is possible to practice calligraphy to cultivate this kind of knife?"

"This... is not easy to say!" After ponding for a long time, the old man whispered, "There are all kinds of strange things in the world. Anything can happen. Maybe there is such a master."

Ling Pingzhi took a long breath and talked about the pile of manuscripts given to him by Li Lan. The old man was silent for a long time again, and then sighed, "I've seen it! This little guy is not only a reading wizard, but also a practicing genius! Hey! Combined into one..."

"When the third uncle tested his talent, didn't you say that his talent was very ordinary? Why did he have such strength in just a few years? Ling Pingzhi asked quietly, but there was some resentment between his words.

"This..." The old man smiled awkwardly and said, "Maybe it's negligence..."

"Inadvertent?" Ling Pingzhi said with an unhappy face, "Uncle, you can actually neglect the big event of family inheritance... What do you want me to say?"

"Then don't say anything!" The old man was also hot and hummed, "If you treat him better, you won't look like this now, will you?" Our Ling family can also have one more talented son.

"Third Uncle..."

"What! Am I wrong?" The old man put on a stinky face and said, "Huh... You are a thief and have no courage. You have done it all in those years, and your son has it. Why don't you give him a name? Do you think you have been a little too much?

Ling Pingzhi still wanted to refute. When he saw Zhang coming, he quickly stopped talking.

"Master, this evil man Ling Xiaolou must be severely punished! You can't let him go so easily!" After Zhang drove away the crowd, Shiran came over and Fengmu was angry: "He actually dared to plunder you. Fortunately, you are fine. If you have a problem, what should we do?"

"Didn't he hurt me?" Ling Pingzhi said lightly.

"Master, the lady is right. This Lingxiao Tower is too presumptuous! Fortunately, Qianjun came in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!" Xiao didn't know where he got out and put eye drops on Lingxiao.

"Okay, I'm tired." Ling Pingzhi waved his hand and turned his head to look at the old man, but found that the old man did not know when he had left. He shook his head slightly and said, "Go back and rest!"

Zhang snorted and followed Ling Pingzhi out of the small courtyard. It was not until the two disappeared that Xiao's face showed a ferocious color, and a chill flashed in his eyes. He looked at the dark yard and drifted away.

After settling down his mother's deep sleep, Ling Xiaolou let Wan Niang sleep with his mother, and he went to check Lu Lin's injury.

After his nourishment and a day of cultivation, Lu Lin's injury has stabilized. It took a lot of yuan to repair Lu Lin's injury, and he didn't go back to his room to sleep until the second half of the night.

I haven't had a good rest these days and fought repeatedly. Even if my will is as hard as Xuantie, I can't help but be a little tired.

Unconsciously, it was the 20th of the first lunar month. Today is the day when the Ling clan starts classes. Early in the morning, Ling Xiaolou got up and cleaned up. After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by his mother and Wan Niang, he came to Ling's house.

No one stopped him from entering Ling's house, and of course, no one paid attention to him. When Ling Xiaolou came to Ling's school, the classroom was already full of students.

Ling Xiaolou sat at the wooden table depressedly, thinking that he had to face Mr. Li Lan's dead face and endlessly for no reason every day, and he had a little big head.

Even the pleasure brought by the smooth progress of practice these days has been swept away, and there is a shadow in my heart.

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