Chapter 1 Idiot Genius

Since the beginning of human reproduction, Chixia Mountain has always been a very mysterious and legendary mountain, but until ancient times, except for the fact that it once appeared in the peaks more than a thousand years ago and let the world know that there were people named Longling people living under its foothills, it soon disappeared in the ranks of the peaks. Trace. However, the place where Chixia Mountain once appeared is now a hundred-mile peak, shrouded in fog that has never shown any signs of weakness all year round, but strangely, there is a unique vitality in the fog.

Although only ten thousand blades are independent, they are also full of mountains, plants and trees. There are all kinds of ordinary birds and beasts in the forest, alternating day and night, which is obviously a harmonious natural scene. In addition, there is still a small village located at the foot of Wanjianxiong Peak. However, at this time, two *-year-old teenagers are sitting on the slope outside the village. The obviously smaller teenager sighed and said sadly, "Brother Fu, unfortunately, with my cultivation talent, I can't even enter the dragon gate, and more Don't mention the internal election that will be held later."

Looking at the talking teenager, the young man surnamed Fu said thoughtfully, "Cold wind, with your intelligence, it should be easy to understand the mystery of the Dragon God, but now that you have been practicing for two years, why don't you have any strength in your body?" The teenager named Cold Wind said lonelyly, "Maybe it's because my talent is so poor that I'm not suitable for cultivation at all!" Fu teenager sighed, "It's all my fault that I only entered the early stage of epiphany, so my knowledge is still very weak, and I haven't reached the free state of receiving and receiving outside. Otherwise, I can feel your spirit fluctuations and judge your cultivation potential accordingly."

The teenager named Cold Wind restrained his depressed look on his face, and then looked at the teenager surnamed Fu in a blink of an eye. He smiled from his heart and said, "It doesn't matter whether I can practice or not. As long as there is a talented brother in your clan, are you still afraid that others will bully me?"

spit out the grass in his mouth, and the young man surnamed Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I pat the horses, I'm afraid I can't be compared with them, so it's not my turn to be a genius in the clan." Among the Longling people, those who marry foreigners will not be rejected by the clan, but in order to ensure the inheritance of innate blood, they have to arrange them to live outside the ethnic group. In the long run, the so-called foreigners have slowly emerged, and now the two are lying in the mountains. The teenagers on the slope are people who were born in foreign villages and have not inherited pure innate blood.

Hearing that the teenager surnamed Fu said so, the teenager named Hanfeng suddenly showed disdain on his face and hummed, "If those self-proportionately high guys had not been passed on to the pure innate bloodline, how could they all become internal disciples? If they were born in a foreign race, whether anyone can enter the inner race with their own strength is still two things to say!" After saying that, he stared at the teenager surnamed Fu and said with a hippie smile, "With your amazing talent, sooner or later you will cultivate to the realm of the heart, so when you have a pure innate bloodline, your children and grandchildren can become inner disciples for generations." Fu teenager said dumbly, "Throughout the world, those masters who have reached the realm of the heart, in addition to their excellent roots, are also powerful spirits with infinite cultivation potential. How can I be compared with them?"

For the journey of cultivation, there has always been a saying that the strength of the eletal itself is combined with the good or bad of the root bone, and finally determined to be the cultivation talent is mainly because of the strength of the eletal itself, which represents the size of the cultivation potential, while the good or bad of the root bone determines the speed of cultivation. The degree is fast and slow. Therefore, generally speaking, as long as there is no amazing talent, it is difficult to enter into practice. However, those who inherit to the pure innate bloodline are not like this. Because of the power of the bloodline, their intake and transformation of aura are extremely fast. Therefore, no matter how different the roots and bones are, as long as they reach the limit of the spiritual potential, they will have a unique cultivation speed, which is magnificent. It has become a genius in the eyes of secular people.

Thinking of this, the teenager named Cold Wind was full of disdain for the young men and women who enjoyed their success in the inner clan, but he couldn't help but feel deeply sad for those who were not talented enough to finally embark on the road of cultivation. So he couldn't help sighing again, looked up at the sky and said indifferently: "Afternoon As time goes by, it's almost time to record the election, and we have to go back and prepare for it."

In a vast area in the village, the villagers gathered together with men and women, calling their brothers and brothers, and their eyes were all fixed on three people on the high platform. Three people were an old man, a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman. The old man is Xu Huaicheng, the elder of the inner clan who came to select the disciples of the inner clan. As for middle-aged men and middle-aged women, they are in charge of the external forces of the inner clan set up on Chixia Mountain, Tian Song, the head of Longxingmen, and his wife Hua Yingfeng.

At this time, Xu Huaicheng glanced at the villagers, then stood up and said proudly, "This is another important day for us to select the disciples of the inner clan once every three years. Next, please arrange the children from seven to ten years old to line up first and start recording immediately." As soon as the words fell, children of all sizes came out of the crowd, and then lined up in a long line, all showing excitement. They didn't have time to whisper to each other and pass the waiting time.

After a while, Xu Huaicheng looked at the huge team three or four feet long and saw that no one had joined it, so he announced loudly: "The recording test begins now." After saying that, he just sat down and walked to the top of the stage. After salute to the three people one by one, he reported his name and said, "Disciple Tian Xiuwen." Xu Huaicheng glanced at the roster in his hand and said, "Tian Xiuwen, nine years older." When his words fell, Tiansong and his wife released their original knowledge at the same time. After feeling it carefully, Tiansong shouted, "Tian Xiuwen, selected as a disciple of Longxingmen." As soon as he said this, Tian Xiuwen's face suddenly showed joy, and then he stood behind Tiansong and his wife.

As a member of the Dragon Spirit clan, he has begun to practice the Dragon God Decision since he was six years old. Therefore, every teenager or girl who went to the high platform, after Xu Huaicheng's roster in his opponent, was released by Tiansong and his wife at the same time to measure the strength of the Yuanling itself according to the fluctuation of the Yuanling and the power in the body, and finally synthesive root bone one Starting to make a judgment, as long as the young men and women are talented enough to meet the requirements, they can stay on the high platform like Tian Xiuwen. In this way, nearly two hours later, not to mention that there was no internal disciple, even a few young men and women who were selected into the Longxingmen.

However, there are only two teenagers sitting on the hillside who have not yet been tested. After a while, Xu Huaicheng couldn't help frowning and glanced at the roster in his hand and shouted, "Fu Xingyun." After hearing the sound, the teenager surnamed Fu had to walk up to the high platform, saluted each of the three, and reported his name: "Disciple Fu Xingyun." Xu Huaicheng looked at Fu Xingyun and said, "Fu Xingyun is nine years older."

After some induction, Tiansong and his eyes lit up, and then Tiansong said excitedly, "Fu Xingyun, selected as an inner disciple." As soon as his words fell, there was a sound of cheers on the whole venue. Even Xu Huaicheng suddenly stood up and couldn't wait to release his original knowledge. After sensing Fu Xingyun, he suddenly showed a happy face and laughed, "Twenty-eight years, a younger brother of the foreign race has finally been born. Son!" After saying that, he personally greeted Fu Xingyun behind him, then slowly sat down and shouted, "Yi Hanfeng."

The young man named Han Feng smiled bitterly and came to the high platform. When he was about to report his name after his salute, Xu Huaicheng suddenly looked shocked and couldn't help admiring: "Such a good bone, even compared with the geniuses among the geniuses in the inner clan, I'm afraid your cultivation speed The only way is to surpass it!"

Hearing Xu Huaicheng say this, Yi Hanfeng was stunned and said strangely, "E Elder, are you wrong?" Xu Huaicheng didn't seem to hear Yi Hanfeng's words. Gu asked himself, "You are now eight years older, and you have been practicing the Dragon God for two years. With such a good bone, you at least have the cultivation in the early stage of enlightenment, right?" Yi Hanfeng said awkwardly, "For the past two years, the boy has been practicing hard, but he has no strength in his body, which disappoints the elders."

Xu Huaicheng's face was stunned, and then released his original knowledge. After carefully exploring Yi Hanfeng, he couldn't help frowning, and then stretched out his right palm close to the heart of Yi Hanfeng, slowly soaking a Yuan force into his heart.

After a long time, he withdrew his right palm and couldn't help sighing, "Yuanling is too weak to practice at all." Hun didn't care about Xu Huaicheng's expression of regret. Yi Hanfeng hurriedly asked, "E Elder, dare to ask how weak the boy's spirit is?" Xu Huaicheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Weak that even I can't feel any fluctuation." As soon as he said this, Yi Hanfeng's face was suddenly full of loneliness. Then he walked to Fu Xingyun, bit his lips and said dejectedly, "Brother Fu, in the future, we will embark on two different paths in life." After saying that, he lowered his head, turned around and stepped down the high platform, slowly walking towards the crowd.

After sighing for a long time, the villagers all looked at Yi Hanfeng and said one after another, "What an idiot genius. He has wasted a good body and bones for no reason. If they were other children, they would definitely be able to become disciples of the inner family." Hearing the voices of everyone talking and the hundreds of strange eyes projected in an instant, Yi Hanfeng felt uncomfortable, so he lowered his head and silently came to the place where his parents and sister stood, looked at his father, and said sadly, "The child is useless. After all, it still disappoints my father."

His father Yi Tianlin patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "The road of cultivation is not easy. Besides, your mother doesn't want you to take this road at all, and now it's up to her mind." Yi Hanfeng glanced at his mother Xing, suddenly gritted his teeth and said to Yi Tianlin, "Dad, I want to go to the fantasy world."

Yi Hanfeng just said this sentence. His mother Xing Fenglian immediately turned pale and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy?" Yi Tianlin was also stunned and said earnestly, "Son, it's just that you can't practice. Dad doesn't want you to get close to the Yanluo Hall for half a step." Yi Hanfeng bit his lips and said resolutely, "Dad, I know that you, your mother, and my sister love me very much. In this case, why don't you follow me again?" Yi Tianlin took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked, "Have you really decided to go to the fantasy world?" Yi Hanfeng nodded and answered without hesitation, "The child has already thought about it."