Chapter 1 Youth

Sauron Town, a remote town in the northwest of the Kingdom of Gama, with only thousands of people, is under the jurisdiction of Wucheng.

The sky is as blue as washing, the rising sun is not so dazzling, and there is still a trace of fog in the air. Although it is still morning, Xiao Jingchen has come to the grove outside Sauron Town with his father Jingtian.

Every morning and evening, Jingtian has to bring Xiao Jingchen here for some training. It has started since Xiao Jingchen was able to walk by himself when he was three years old, and now it has lasted for five years.

"Dad, I'm sure I can hold on longer today. Yesterday I felt that I still have strength, but you won't let me continue." Xiao Jingchen, with a childish face, said, and thought that his father would make a grimace, as if he was complaining that Jingtian did not let him prove his strength.

Jing Tian smiled and touched his son's head. "Xiaochen, remember that too much is not enough, just stop it."

"Too much is not enough, is it enough?" Xiao Jingchen looked at his father with a confused face.

"The way of cultivation is to persevere, step by step, and must not be bold, you know?" Seeing Xiao Jingchen's seemingly incomprehensible appearance, Jing Tian smiled again, "We don't train today. I'll give you a day off so that I can take the talent test tomorrow."

"Holiday? Then Dad won't tell you a story, will he? Xiao Jingchen looked at Jingtian with a happy face. After training every day, he listened to Jingtian tell some stories when he joined the army, which was Xiao Jingchen's greatest pleasure. Every time he listened, he had a feeling of blood. That kind of fierce scene seemed to have experienced it himself.

Seeing his son's Xiyi's expression, Jing Tian smiled and said, "Little guy, why are you playing with your father? Let me tell you, just say, what do you want to hear today?

Hearing Jing Tian's words, Xiao Jingchen clapped his little hand and smiled happily, "Listen to the part where Dad fights against the Royal Wind Beast!"

"Okay, let's talk about that part." Seeing Xiao Jingchen's happy appearance, Jingtian raised his hand and touched his son's head again. Xiao Jingchen dodged a few times at the beginning. Finally, he saw that the dodge was ineffective, so he let his father touch it.

"That's..." Just as Jingtian recalled the past.

"Boom!" There was a huge explosion in the sky.

"What!" Jing Tian was shocked and looked up at the source of the sound.

Far from the west, more than 100 meters above the sky, a middle-aged man with a crystal sword was confronting an old man in a black magician's robe. The wind in the air roared by, and their clothes were blown, but both of them stood straight like javelins.

Standing in the air!

This is a sign of a level 6 professional, and the confrontation between the two at this moment undoubtedly shows the identity of the two.

"The strong one at level six?" Xiao Jingchen, who was only eight years old, saw this scene and had been completely petrified there. He had been growing up in this remote town in the northwest. When did he see such a strong man?

"How can there be a level 6 professional here?" Jing Tian muttered, his eyebrows were slightly locked, and his eyes were fixed on the two people in the sky.

Jingtian and Xiao Jingchen are three or four hundred meters away from the two. They can only see their mouths moving, but no matter how hard Xiao Jingchen tries, they still can't hear what they are saying.

"Dad...Dad!" Xiao Jingchen shook Jingtian's sleeves. Seeing that his father ignored him, he increased his strength and even pulled down Jingtian's sleeves.

"Huh? What's the matter?" The shaking of Xiao Jingchen finally woke Jingtian from meditation.

"Dad, I can't hear what they say." Xiao Jingchen looked at Jingtian pitifully. How pitiful he looked.

"Alas" Seeing Xiao Jingchen's appearance, Jingtian also shook his head. "They didn't say anything. It's just because some things are uneven and there is a little conflict." Jing Tian said casually.

"Ah!?" Hearing Jingtian's words, Xiao Jingchen was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. "Dad, can you hear what they say? Why can't I hear it!" The hand that shook Jingtian's sleeves not only did not stop, but also shook harder.

Jingtian frowned, separated Xiao Jingchen's hand from his sleeve, and said to Xiao Jingchen, "When you are strong in the future, you will naturally hear it."

"Oh!" Looking at Jing Tian's already gloomy face, Xiao Jingchen did not dare to be too presumptuous. Although Jing Tian had never hit him, every child would be more or less afraid of his father.

Seeing that his father didn't mean to say anything to him, Xiao Jingchen pouted and turned his eyes into the air again.

"Wan Nong, since you insist on doing so, don't blame me." I only heard a cold voice, and I couldn't hear where it came from, but the tone was very cold.

"Di En, you don't have to be mysterious there. You and I got the things together. Even if it was agreed at the beginning, who can use it, but you can't let me do it for nothing!" The middle-aged man holding a huge crystal sword shouted angrily.

Di En, the black-robed magician, said no more words. With a wave of his right hand, he saw a black light like a poisonous fog. He covered the middle-aged man Wannong, and Wannong did not show weakness. With a wave of the crystal sword in his hand, a dazzling red light. When he touched the black light, the black light melted like ice and snow.

"Hum!" A sound of a sword.

The Wannong was unreasonable. He waved the crystal sword in his hand, crossed the distance of more than ten meters between the two with a ray of fire, and cut to Di'en.

Di En didn't seem to see the crystal giant sword light with a dazzling red light. His eyes were slightly closed and he stood there motionless, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reading something.

"Is this the sword spirit? Such a long sword spirit?" Xiao Jingchen muttered that he had only heard this legendary thing that only the eighth-level strong can have in the story told by Jingtian, but the power of easily strangning the seven-level warcraft left a deep impression on Xiao Jingchen's mind.

Jing Tian smiled and patted his son's little head. "Silly child, there is no such a long sword spirit. Even an epic strong man can't have such a long sword spirit. What's more, that man is just a six-level magic sword through the clouds. The red light is just a skill of the magic swordsman, called elemental condensation. Look at the red light. The long sword is actually condensed by magic elements, not the sword spirit transformed by fighting spirit.

"Ah? Well, I thought it was sword spirit. Hearing that it was not sword spirit, Xiao Jingchen was slightly disappointed.

"Little guy, don't be disappointed. That sword spirit is the sign of the strong master-level warrior, and it is not something that can be seen casually." Pinching his son's little face, Jing Tian smiled and continued, "Don't be dissatisfied. Many people have never seen a six-level strong man in their lives, and you can see two at a young age. It's time to be satisfied."

After listening to Jingtian's words, Xiao Jingchen's mouth kept poofing, "What are they? They must not be as strong as Dad, hum." After saying that, he glanced disdainfully at the two people fighting in the air.

"Oh? How can I see it?" Hearing Xiao Jingchen's words, Jing Tian was slightly stunned.

"If they are better than their father, why can you hear what they say, but they can't hear what we say?" Xiao Jingchen shook his little head and said proudly. Hearing this, Jing Tian shook his head with a smile and didn't explain much. He just held Jing Chen's little face in his arms and rubbed his son's little face with his face.

"Ah! Dad, you are bad. Your beard has been pierced to others. Pushing away his father's face, Xiao Jingchen shouted helplessly. Jing Tian smiled and patted Xiao Jingchen's head with his hand.

"Bang bang bang..." A loud noise came from the sky. The two looked up and saw layers of bone shields on Dien's head, and the red piercing crystal sword cut on the bone shield, and the bone shield burst on one side. It was not until the ninth bone shield was cut, that the sword light stopped the pace of progress.

And the magic of that Dien seems to have been completed. A space alternate between light and dark flashed in the air, which actually covered Wannong.

Seeing that Wannong was covered by his own magic, Dien sneered, "If you want to fight with me, you are still very tender." Just as he was about to turn around and leave.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

The space that originally covered Wannong in it was so fragmented, and the shock wave in the air spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's not good!" Seeing this scene, Jing Tian shouted, picked up Xiao Jingchen and flew away.

Seeing that his father could fly, Xiao Jingchen was so surprised that he couldn't say, "Dad, how can you fly too?"

"You all said that Dad must be better than them, and flying is the sign of the six-level strong. How can I not fly?" Jingtian smiled helplessly. It seemed that his ability was exposed.

"Ah!" Xiao Jingchen looked at the woods where he and his father were standing. At this moment, it had been razed to the ground. The big trees with a thick bowl mouth were also shocked by the impact wave. With Xiao Jingchen's eyes, Jing Tian frowned slightly, looked at the two people not far away in the sky, and snorted coldly.

"You two are so presumptuous!" Although the sound was not loud in Xiao Jingchen, the bodies of Di En and Wan Nong shook at the same time and almost fell from the air.

"Who?" The two shouted at the same time, with a little trembling in their voices. With a glance, they found Jingtian standing quietly in the air and holding Xiao Jingchen in his arms.

Seeing the two people looking over, Jing Tian snorted coldly again, "I don't care what hatred you have. Leave here quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless." There was a cold murderous atmosphere in his voice. Xiao Jingchen saw it in his eyes and was inexplicably excited. Today, he suddenly found that his father was such a strong man.

"Who are you?" After all, Di En is older, and he has seen a lot more in the market than that Wannong. Although he doesn't know the big man holding a child in front of him, the murderous spirit emanating from his body makes him tremble. I don't think this big man will be a nameless person.

Ignorance to Di En's question, Jing Tian didn't know where to take out a blood-red axe.

"Blood Axe Warrior?!" When Wannong saw Jingtian's weapon, he was stunned and immediately looked at Jingtian with surprise.

"Get out!" Jingtian didn't have the idea of saying anything to the two of them. He rolled out and heard his voice echoing in the whole space.

Seeing this scene and the pale red fighting spirit rising from Jingtian, Di En did not look back and left. Wannong saw that Di En walked so simply and didn't think much about it. He followed him and said in his heart that the name of the blood axe warrior had been silent for so many years, but he didn't expect to live in seclusion here.

Seeing the two of them go away until they disappeared in sight, Jing Tian put away the bloody axe in his hand.

"Let's go, let's go home and tell a story."

"Oh..." Although reluctant, Xiao Jingchen still followed his father and walked home.

"The strong man! I want to be as strong as my father!" Looking at his father's solid back, Jing Chen meditated in his heart that for the first time in his young heart, he was so eager to become a strong man for tomorrow's talent test.